All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
“Hey, babe. How’s it going?” Frank asked, walking into Gerard’s room.
“I was thinking about something.” Gerard said. “Remember when we were in high school?” Frank nodded. “We had that friend... I think her name was Jane or something... Jill maybe. Well, remember what we used to do for a living?” Frank nodded again. He knew where Gerard was going with this.
“Lets record her song... and have the time of our lives living it again.” They were both smiling at this point, both knowing what would come next and how much fun it would be to exact their revenge on the world.
“We could put it on the new album. I can’t wait, and no one will suspect a thing! It’ll just be our kind of twisted art to the rest of the world.” frank said happily.
“How about we start tonight?” Gerard suggested. Their smiles answered the question. “Mikey! Ray! Frankie and I are going out!” He called.
“Don’t come home drunk off your ass this time!” Mikey yelled back.
“I promise!” Gerard said, slamming the door behind him. It wasn’t a promise that was often kept. Gerard had a pretty bad problems when it came to alcohol consumption. Once he started, he wouldn’t stop.
“It’s very dark outside. Would you like me to walk you home?” Gerard said to the old man. He was no younger than eighty.
“Oh, that would be fine, son, but I live all the way across town. You don’t have to.” The man responded.
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” Gerard said, smiling. The man smiled back, glad to have the help. They started off in the direction, Frank following close behind. The two went down a small alleyway, a supposed short cut to the man’s home. Frank ran after them to find Gerard stopping for a minuet.
“Pardon me, sir, but my hands are a bit cold. Can I stop to put on some gloves?”
“That’s quite alright. I’ll wait for you.” The man started leaning on his long wooden walking cane. Frank quickly ran over, kicking the cane out from under him. The old man fell to the ground, writhing in pain, clutching his knee.
“Oh, I’ll help you up.” Gerard smiled He bent down, and just as it looked like he was really about to do it, but then reached for the throat instead. Shaking the man’s head back and forth, he moved so Frank could stab a knife into their victims heart. Frank dragged the knife down the mans body diagonally. Blood seeped out of the wound, pooling onto the floor. It seeped into the concrete, making a small puddle. Alas, the poor man wasn’t dead yet. Still in horrible pain, unable to breathe, his feeble kicks did nothing to stop his relentless attackers. Organ after organ, limb after limb, they disassembled the poor man. He was in pieces all over the alleyway.
“We’re back, baby.” Gerard said, licking some splattered blood off his chin.
“I was thinking about something.” Gerard said. “Remember when we were in high school?” Frank nodded. “We had that friend... I think her name was Jane or something... Jill maybe. Well, remember what we used to do for a living?” Frank nodded again. He knew where Gerard was going with this.
“Lets record her song... and have the time of our lives living it again.” They were both smiling at this point, both knowing what would come next and how much fun it would be to exact their revenge on the world.
“We could put it on the new album. I can’t wait, and no one will suspect a thing! It’ll just be our kind of twisted art to the rest of the world.” frank said happily.
“How about we start tonight?” Gerard suggested. Their smiles answered the question. “Mikey! Ray! Frankie and I are going out!” He called.
“Don’t come home drunk off your ass this time!” Mikey yelled back.
“I promise!” Gerard said, slamming the door behind him. It wasn’t a promise that was often kept. Gerard had a pretty bad problems when it came to alcohol consumption. Once he started, he wouldn’t stop.
“It’s very dark outside. Would you like me to walk you home?” Gerard said to the old man. He was no younger than eighty.
“Oh, that would be fine, son, but I live all the way across town. You don’t have to.” The man responded.
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” Gerard said, smiling. The man smiled back, glad to have the help. They started off in the direction, Frank following close behind. The two went down a small alleyway, a supposed short cut to the man’s home. Frank ran after them to find Gerard stopping for a minuet.
“Pardon me, sir, but my hands are a bit cold. Can I stop to put on some gloves?”
“That’s quite alright. I’ll wait for you.” The man started leaning on his long wooden walking cane. Frank quickly ran over, kicking the cane out from under him. The old man fell to the ground, writhing in pain, clutching his knee.
“Oh, I’ll help you up.” Gerard smiled He bent down, and just as it looked like he was really about to do it, but then reached for the throat instead. Shaking the man’s head back and forth, he moved so Frank could stab a knife into their victims heart. Frank dragged the knife down the mans body diagonally. Blood seeped out of the wound, pooling onto the floor. It seeped into the concrete, making a small puddle. Alas, the poor man wasn’t dead yet. Still in horrible pain, unable to breathe, his feeble kicks did nothing to stop his relentless attackers. Organ after organ, limb after limb, they disassembled the poor man. He was in pieces all over the alleyway.
“We’re back, baby.” Gerard said, licking some splattered blood off his chin.
