Shoot From the Hip, Aim For the Head
You're No Different Part: I
*Gerard’s POV*
“I already told you guys, I don’t know shit about their plans! So can you fucking stop hitting me?!” I have no idea who these guys were, where I was, or what anything was that they were asking about. They had roughly handcuffed my hands behind my back, and had me kneeling in the middle of a dark room. When I say dark, I mean pitch black. There was no source of light in this room at all. The air was thick, musky, and stunk like I was sitting on a mound of road kill. It took every part of my being to keep from puking up my stomach.
They chatted amongst themselves some more. Then they were back to slapping me and yelling about Saw, the Killjoys and our plan to over throw them. I simply replied saying I didn’t know anything. For once I wasn’t actually lying to the enemy either. I don’t know anything about anyone here. I never got the chance to actually meet Saw, nor do I know anything about their plans.
The guy grabbed my hair, yanking my head to the side in a real uncomfortable position. “You’re lying! Think we’re as stupid as the Dracs over at Better Living?! Is that it Killjoy?! You think we can’t see through your damn lies?! Well you’ve got another thing coming!” He yanked my head back real hard, before tossing me forward to the ground. I easily lost my balance falling forward, but the taste of dirt in my mouth wasn’t as bad as a broken neck. I heard the others in the room laugh as I struggled to get back up on my knees. Never getting the chance as I felt a boot against my chest; lifting me up slightly before kicking me onto my back. “I’m so sick of you fucking Killjoys thinking you own the world. Like your existence really makes that big of a difference. You are worth shit in the eyes of humanity. You will rot with that hope you’ve given the resistance.”
“Shmigs! That’s enough. I have received word from my son that this Killjoy and few more out there, are of special importance. We’ll keep him alive. But, you know…accidents happen.” The room filled up with a dark laugh. The Nevada equivalent of Dracloids, and Korse; totally the same fucking equivalent.
I felt a pair of hands grab my arms, pulling me up to my feet. A sound went off that sounded like a hammer hitting a piece of metal, followed by a low humming noise. Lights slowly began to flicker on, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. I had been kneeling in blood! The whole time that these bastards had been smacking me around, tossing insults, I was kneeling in a puddle of blood.
I tried to look around the room with little to no success with the drones holding me. Of what I did manage to see was I was in a room that looked like something Jigsaw from the Saw movies had put together. Complete with bloody rusted saws, screws, and other utensils; blood splashed up onto the walls, and soaking the floor along with looked to be some body parts that were making me gag. Topping it all off, a crippled man sat in front of me. He wore a mask that only covered up the top of his face, allowing me to only see his mouth and chin. He was sitting in a wheelchair, his legs covered by a black blanket.
“You should have just told the Shmigs what they wanted to know Killjoy…Though I haven’t had a good show in some time.” His voice was worn down, ragged, yet it still held a deep tone that could have been bone chilling. Not to me though. I’ve been through these motions before. I wasn’t going to let a little horror movie scene and dark voice get to me. It was all just props anyways, things to make you break.
“What makes you think you can crack me? Anyways, I don’t know jack-shit about anything! I’m not lying either. I’ve only been here for a few days…don’t know anything.” I smirked at the frustrated sigh he gave out. He was obviously stressed, and not wanting to deal with my crap. That’s what you get for being the bad guy and choosing the wrong guy to interrogate.
“I’m really not in for this game Party Poison. You’ve already been here for a day, would’ve thought that would have broken you down some. Apparently I was wrong.” His voice was dragged, could feel the Shmigs grab me tighter.
“No dip, Sherlock. Can I go home now? This is really starting to get boring.” His mouth twitched. Found the snap. This is when the fun always started with Korse. He’d lecture, and lecture, and bang I’d say something right back and he’d be stuck. Now if I could dodge my way through everything until someone on my side showed up; it’d be all good.
For a guy in a wheelchair he did manage to get out of it pretty fast, standing on, well, fake legs. Guy had defiantly seen better days, but right now I was a bit more concerned with me. He grabbed my lower jaw roughly with his left hand, squeezing my face, forcing me to look at him. “Do you know who I am, Gerard? I certainly know you.”
“Okay, now you sound like a creeper…As much as I know, you’re some BL scum who wants to take over, and blah blah blah. I’ve heard it all before.” With his right hand, he placed two fingers on my forehead, applying a bit of pressure.
“Apparently you haven’t. Let’s see how far I can go back…” I looked up at him, seeing a smirk before my body gave out. My limbs just started to ache, and go numb. If I knew what was coming I would have wished they had. The pain that raced through my body was worse than anything I had felt before. I could have sworn my skull was cracking in half, as tears began to build up. My vision went black, and eventually so did my hearing. I was trapped in my body that felt more like a coffin. The pain was still racing though, and I could still feel the Shmigs holding tightly onto my arms holding me somewhat up.
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I couldn’t decide if I was floating or falling in a never ending black tunnel. Maybe I was just laying still. My body ached all over, and I found it hard to keep my breathing. I wasn’t exactly sure what he had done to me or where I was, but I felt safe now. It felt like home to me.
The black slowly shifted to a gray, and into a white; building up into multiple colors, forming objects, and people. Everything seemed happy, at this place. I looked around my surroundings, staring out a window at the rain falling down into poodles that covered the yard. I looked over at a coffee table standing next to an older looking couch, looking at the blank faces in the picture. Details slowly coming together, then it hit me. This was Kobra’s first birthday.
I turned back to the people standing in the multiple rooms, as their faces and clothes came back to detail. Everyone happy and cheering. I looked through the crowed finally finding me, standing over in the kitchen, a smile on my face. “It’s perfect, isn’t it?”
“Get out of my head!” His voice laughed coldly at me. Everyone sprung to life then, noises corrupting the man’s voice. I couldn’t find him, I really didn’t care; I just wanted him out of my memories.
The room slowly collapsed around me, like someone had spilled water down a newly painted canvas. It all faded, leaving me in the dark content of my mind. The pain built up again, but this time I had the ability to move, though it did practically nothing. I fell to the ground holding myself, looking up when I felt a tap on my shoulder, followed by that man’s cold voice.
“My name is Zephyr, by the way. And you, Mr. Way, have some very interesting memories. However, I am rather disappointed in your lack of memories. As I do recall, you were an alcoholic, no?” He was circling me, looking at more where he stepped, but every once in a while stealing a glance to me.
“That’s none of your damn business!” I looked up at him, a slight growl in my voice. He just laughed, continuing to circle me. Shaking his head, mumbling something to himself along the lines of me being a ‘little bitch’. He had another thing coming; ignoring the pain I got up quickly lunging at him. Pulling my fist back as I moved closer; mid swing inches away from breaking his face, he was gone. Just vanished into the dark walls surrounding me. His laugh echoed throughout my head. I could feel him around me, I knew he was there, but where, I couldn’t say.
He was in my head, pulling, scratching, and ripping apart everything I could remember. Only thing left to do was start to forget the unforgettable. He wanted answers, knowledge for god-knows what. Knowledge and answers I didn’t have, not now, and hopefully never. I already have a huge target on my back for Better Living; I don’t need this guy hunting me down. I wasn’t going to let him.
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“I already told you guys, I don’t know shit about their plans! So can you fucking stop hitting me?!” I have no idea who these guys were, where I was, or what anything was that they were asking about. They had roughly handcuffed my hands behind my back, and had me kneeling in the middle of a dark room. When I say dark, I mean pitch black. There was no source of light in this room at all. The air was thick, musky, and stunk like I was sitting on a mound of road kill. It took every part of my being to keep from puking up my stomach.
They chatted amongst themselves some more. Then they were back to slapping me and yelling about Saw, the Killjoys and our plan to over throw them. I simply replied saying I didn’t know anything. For once I wasn’t actually lying to the enemy either. I don’t know anything about anyone here. I never got the chance to actually meet Saw, nor do I know anything about their plans.
The guy grabbed my hair, yanking my head to the side in a real uncomfortable position. “You’re lying! Think we’re as stupid as the Dracs over at Better Living?! Is that it Killjoy?! You think we can’t see through your damn lies?! Well you’ve got another thing coming!” He yanked my head back real hard, before tossing me forward to the ground. I easily lost my balance falling forward, but the taste of dirt in my mouth wasn’t as bad as a broken neck. I heard the others in the room laugh as I struggled to get back up on my knees. Never getting the chance as I felt a boot against my chest; lifting me up slightly before kicking me onto my back. “I’m so sick of you fucking Killjoys thinking you own the world. Like your existence really makes that big of a difference. You are worth shit in the eyes of humanity. You will rot with that hope you’ve given the resistance.”
“Shmigs! That’s enough. I have received word from my son that this Killjoy and few more out there, are of special importance. We’ll keep him alive. But, you know…accidents happen.” The room filled up with a dark laugh. The Nevada equivalent of Dracloids, and Korse; totally the same fucking equivalent.
I felt a pair of hands grab my arms, pulling me up to my feet. A sound went off that sounded like a hammer hitting a piece of metal, followed by a low humming noise. Lights slowly began to flicker on, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. I had been kneeling in blood! The whole time that these bastards had been smacking me around, tossing insults, I was kneeling in a puddle of blood.
I tried to look around the room with little to no success with the drones holding me. Of what I did manage to see was I was in a room that looked like something Jigsaw from the Saw movies had put together. Complete with bloody rusted saws, screws, and other utensils; blood splashed up onto the walls, and soaking the floor along with looked to be some body parts that were making me gag. Topping it all off, a crippled man sat in front of me. He wore a mask that only covered up the top of his face, allowing me to only see his mouth and chin. He was sitting in a wheelchair, his legs covered by a black blanket.
“You should have just told the Shmigs what they wanted to know Killjoy…Though I haven’t had a good show in some time.” His voice was worn down, ragged, yet it still held a deep tone that could have been bone chilling. Not to me though. I’ve been through these motions before. I wasn’t going to let a little horror movie scene and dark voice get to me. It was all just props anyways, things to make you break.
“What makes you think you can crack me? Anyways, I don’t know jack-shit about anything! I’m not lying either. I’ve only been here for a few days…don’t know anything.” I smirked at the frustrated sigh he gave out. He was obviously stressed, and not wanting to deal with my crap. That’s what you get for being the bad guy and choosing the wrong guy to interrogate.
“I’m really not in for this game Party Poison. You’ve already been here for a day, would’ve thought that would have broken you down some. Apparently I was wrong.” His voice was dragged, could feel the Shmigs grab me tighter.
“No dip, Sherlock. Can I go home now? This is really starting to get boring.” His mouth twitched. Found the snap. This is when the fun always started with Korse. He’d lecture, and lecture, and bang I’d say something right back and he’d be stuck. Now if I could dodge my way through everything until someone on my side showed up; it’d be all good.
For a guy in a wheelchair he did manage to get out of it pretty fast, standing on, well, fake legs. Guy had defiantly seen better days, but right now I was a bit more concerned with me. He grabbed my lower jaw roughly with his left hand, squeezing my face, forcing me to look at him. “Do you know who I am, Gerard? I certainly know you.”
“Okay, now you sound like a creeper…As much as I know, you’re some BL scum who wants to take over, and blah blah blah. I’ve heard it all before.” With his right hand, he placed two fingers on my forehead, applying a bit of pressure.
“Apparently you haven’t. Let’s see how far I can go back…” I looked up at him, seeing a smirk before my body gave out. My limbs just started to ache, and go numb. If I knew what was coming I would have wished they had. The pain that raced through my body was worse than anything I had felt before. I could have sworn my skull was cracking in half, as tears began to build up. My vision went black, and eventually so did my hearing. I was trapped in my body that felt more like a coffin. The pain was still racing though, and I could still feel the Shmigs holding tightly onto my arms holding me somewhat up.
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I couldn’t decide if I was floating or falling in a never ending black tunnel. Maybe I was just laying still. My body ached all over, and I found it hard to keep my breathing. I wasn’t exactly sure what he had done to me or where I was, but I felt safe now. It felt like home to me.
The black slowly shifted to a gray, and into a white; building up into multiple colors, forming objects, and people. Everything seemed happy, at this place. I looked around my surroundings, staring out a window at the rain falling down into poodles that covered the yard. I looked over at a coffee table standing next to an older looking couch, looking at the blank faces in the picture. Details slowly coming together, then it hit me. This was Kobra’s first birthday.
I turned back to the people standing in the multiple rooms, as their faces and clothes came back to detail. Everyone happy and cheering. I looked through the crowed finally finding me, standing over in the kitchen, a smile on my face. “It’s perfect, isn’t it?”
“Get out of my head!” His voice laughed coldly at me. Everyone sprung to life then, noises corrupting the man’s voice. I couldn’t find him, I really didn’t care; I just wanted him out of my memories.
The room slowly collapsed around me, like someone had spilled water down a newly painted canvas. It all faded, leaving me in the dark content of my mind. The pain built up again, but this time I had the ability to move, though it did practically nothing. I fell to the ground holding myself, looking up when I felt a tap on my shoulder, followed by that man’s cold voice.
“My name is Zephyr, by the way. And you, Mr. Way, have some very interesting memories. However, I am rather disappointed in your lack of memories. As I do recall, you were an alcoholic, no?” He was circling me, looking at more where he stepped, but every once in a while stealing a glance to me.
“That’s none of your damn business!” I looked up at him, a slight growl in my voice. He just laughed, continuing to circle me. Shaking his head, mumbling something to himself along the lines of me being a ‘little bitch’. He had another thing coming; ignoring the pain I got up quickly lunging at him. Pulling my fist back as I moved closer; mid swing inches away from breaking his face, he was gone. Just vanished into the dark walls surrounding me. His laugh echoed throughout my head. I could feel him around me, I knew he was there, but where, I couldn’t say.
He was in my head, pulling, scratching, and ripping apart everything I could remember. Only thing left to do was start to forget the unforgettable. He wanted answers, knowledge for god-knows what. Knowledge and answers I didn’t have, not now, and hopefully never. I already have a huge target on my back for Better Living; I don’t need this guy hunting me down. I wasn’t going to let him.
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12/26/12