All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
There's No Place In The World For Homophobes
“We’re having a concert in New Jersey this week.” Frank said to Gerard. They were watching the news together again. The story of another murder had come on.
“Yeah.” Gerard responded, his voice wavering slightly. The same reporter was back on screen, describing the horrible deaths.
“Two more found dead last night in New Jersey. Police say that the two men found in an alleyway had injuries that mirrored those of a twenty nine year old woman who was murdered two weeks ago, apart from a few details. One man was found with a pen, usually used for illustrating inside his eye socket, as well as a large ‘G’ cut into his chest. The other had a music note and the letter ‘F’ on his chest. Police suspect a person with the initials of ‘G.F.’ committing these awful crimes. Since this could be many people, there are no confirmed suspects thus far.” Gerard and Frank stared at each other, knowing what the latest murder meant. They would be either killed, or welcomed at the upcoming concert. Someone definitely knew about them, and their personal lives.
“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see.” Frank said nervously. It wasn’t like them to get nervous, but under the circumstances, it was a normal reaction. They’d been to prison before, and they didn’t want to go back. After all, you know what they do to guys like them in prison, don’t you?
The stage was set up, waiting for the coming show. Frank and Gerard sat around, nervously smoking their cigarettes while Ray, Mikey, and Bob got ready. Bob was new.
“Hey, drama queens! We go on in 30 minutes! Aren’t you going to get ready? There are already people out there waiting!” Ray shouted at them while tuning his guitar. Mikey, too, was distracted. He was thinking about the last time he was in New Jersey, when he found that girl lying there, bleeding. He wondered if she had survived. They never did update him on her condition like they promised.
“MCR! MCR! MCR!” They heard the crowd screamed.
“You go on in two minutes!” Someone shouted at them. Mikey jumped up and down, a bit nervous. Gerard grabbed a beer and downed in quickly. He figured if he were numb, he would be able to act like his usual calm-cool-and-collected self. Ray, Mikey, Gerard, Frank, and Bob ran onto the stage, much to the delight of the audience. Gerard stared into the audience, noticing a certain pair of eyes. They were the brightest of blue, and belonged to a girl with hair of a dark, bloody red. Their eyes met before Gerard pulled his away. He looked to Frank, who looked as if he had done the same, and nodded.
“We’ve got a new song for you guys tonight.” He said into the microphone, licking his lips and pausing for a moment. “It’s called ‘I Never Told You What I Do For A Living’.”
The concert passed quickly as Gerard numbed himself more and more. It seemed like only seconds before the crowd was filing through the double doors to get out of the crowded club. Gerard and Frank’s eyes had met the mystery girl’s several more times during the night. They walked outside, behind the club, to get some fresh air. There was only one other person outside at this time, seeing as the rest of the band was packing everything into their van.
“You guys sucked, just like I knew you would. Who do you think you are, The Misfits?” The boy said to them.
“Look, kid. If you didn’t like us, then why did you come to the show?” Frank asked him, holding Gerard’s hand in his own.
“Ha! Fags! I wanted to see how horrible you were with my own eyes.” Frank and Gerard smiled at each other, pulling out their knives and tape. They began stabbing the boy repeatedly. Chest, neck, arms, legs, nothing was safe from their sharpened steel blades. They were having an amazing time doing so as well, until a third knife joined theirs.
“Yeah.” Gerard responded, his voice wavering slightly. The same reporter was back on screen, describing the horrible deaths.
“Two more found dead last night in New Jersey. Police say that the two men found in an alleyway had injuries that mirrored those of a twenty nine year old woman who was murdered two weeks ago, apart from a few details. One man was found with a pen, usually used for illustrating inside his eye socket, as well as a large ‘G’ cut into his chest. The other had a music note and the letter ‘F’ on his chest. Police suspect a person with the initials of ‘G.F.’ committing these awful crimes. Since this could be many people, there are no confirmed suspects thus far.” Gerard and Frank stared at each other, knowing what the latest murder meant. They would be either killed, or welcomed at the upcoming concert. Someone definitely knew about them, and their personal lives.
“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see.” Frank said nervously. It wasn’t like them to get nervous, but under the circumstances, it was a normal reaction. They’d been to prison before, and they didn’t want to go back. After all, you know what they do to guys like them in prison, don’t you?
The stage was set up, waiting for the coming show. Frank and Gerard sat around, nervously smoking their cigarettes while Ray, Mikey, and Bob got ready. Bob was new.
“Hey, drama queens! We go on in 30 minutes! Aren’t you going to get ready? There are already people out there waiting!” Ray shouted at them while tuning his guitar. Mikey, too, was distracted. He was thinking about the last time he was in New Jersey, when he found that girl lying there, bleeding. He wondered if she had survived. They never did update him on her condition like they promised.
“MCR! MCR! MCR!” They heard the crowd screamed.
“You go on in two minutes!” Someone shouted at them. Mikey jumped up and down, a bit nervous. Gerard grabbed a beer and downed in quickly. He figured if he were numb, he would be able to act like his usual calm-cool-and-collected self. Ray, Mikey, Gerard, Frank, and Bob ran onto the stage, much to the delight of the audience. Gerard stared into the audience, noticing a certain pair of eyes. They were the brightest of blue, and belonged to a girl with hair of a dark, bloody red. Their eyes met before Gerard pulled his away. He looked to Frank, who looked as if he had done the same, and nodded.
“We’ve got a new song for you guys tonight.” He said into the microphone, licking his lips and pausing for a moment. “It’s called ‘I Never Told You What I Do For A Living’.”
The concert passed quickly as Gerard numbed himself more and more. It seemed like only seconds before the crowd was filing through the double doors to get out of the crowded club. Gerard and Frank’s eyes had met the mystery girl’s several more times during the night. They walked outside, behind the club, to get some fresh air. There was only one other person outside at this time, seeing as the rest of the band was packing everything into their van.
“You guys sucked, just like I knew you would. Who do you think you are, The Misfits?” The boy said to them.
“Look, kid. If you didn’t like us, then why did you come to the show?” Frank asked him, holding Gerard’s hand in his own.
“Ha! Fags! I wanted to see how horrible you were with my own eyes.” Frank and Gerard smiled at each other, pulling out their knives and tape. They began stabbing the boy repeatedly. Chest, neck, arms, legs, nothing was safe from their sharpened steel blades. They were having an amazing time doing so as well, until a third knife joined theirs.
