All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
The Homeless and the Lifeless
“Spare change? Spare change? Any extra money... a hot meal, maybe?” The man sitting on the side of the street. His clothes were caked in dirt as was his dark gray hair and beard. He waved a silver can around at those who passed him by, a few stopping to throw in a coin or two.
“I noticed you’re not having much luck. Would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight?” Gerard asked the man. He nodded enthusiastically in reply. All of the former fear they had faced was gone.
“Okay, my house is this way, just follow me.” Gerard pointed towards a long row of tall silver buildings. He helped the homeless man to his feet, looking like a good samaritan. Perfect coverup. They walked together for a few blocks before Frank joined them both. Into the neglected alleyway, they walked. Patches of missing pavement big enough to bury a body filled it.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to go anywhere with a stranger?” Frank asked the man. He had no time to reply before a knife was plunged into his neck by Gerard. Another knife in the back by Frank. The knife was twisted around in the mans back in a way so gruesome, even I dare not tell about it. The way the knife came in contact with the man's spine, the sheer amount and force of the collisions would've made him a quadriplegic for the rest of his life. That is, if his life was going to last more than sixty seconds from that point. With a gloved hand, he reached into the now gaping hole in the man. Little by little, he tore away at the ligaments and tendons and slowly, piece by piece, causing as much pain as he could, took out the man’s vertebrae. When it was done, they flipped him over and carved his chelsea smile. With the large shovel and nearly empty streets, it was easy to bury his unrecognizable, blood caked body. They smiled at the work they had done.
“You spineless fool.” Frank said, laughing at the body’s remains.
“So, what do you suppose we call the new album?” Gerard asked.
“How about ‘The Chemical Killings’?” Frank suggested.
“No, no, that’ll never work. How about... Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge?” Their smiles answered the question automatically.
“I noticed you’re not having much luck. Would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight?” Gerard asked the man. He nodded enthusiastically in reply. All of the former fear they had faced was gone.
“Okay, my house is this way, just follow me.” Gerard pointed towards a long row of tall silver buildings. He helped the homeless man to his feet, looking like a good samaritan. Perfect coverup. They walked together for a few blocks before Frank joined them both. Into the neglected alleyway, they walked. Patches of missing pavement big enough to bury a body filled it.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to go anywhere with a stranger?” Frank asked the man. He had no time to reply before a knife was plunged into his neck by Gerard. Another knife in the back by Frank. The knife was twisted around in the mans back in a way so gruesome, even I dare not tell about it. The way the knife came in contact with the man's spine, the sheer amount and force of the collisions would've made him a quadriplegic for the rest of his life. That is, if his life was going to last more than sixty seconds from that point. With a gloved hand, he reached into the now gaping hole in the man. Little by little, he tore away at the ligaments and tendons and slowly, piece by piece, causing as much pain as he could, took out the man’s vertebrae. When it was done, they flipped him over and carved his chelsea smile. With the large shovel and nearly empty streets, it was easy to bury his unrecognizable, blood caked body. They smiled at the work they had done.
“You spineless fool.” Frank said, laughing at the body’s remains.
“So, what do you suppose we call the new album?” Gerard asked.
“How about ‘The Chemical Killings’?” Frank suggested.
“No, no, that’ll never work. How about... Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge?” Their smiles answered the question automatically.
