Give 'Em Hell, Kid
I Was There at the Scene
“I! Hate! You! Kill everybody! I! Hate! You! Kill everybody!” Gerard sang into the recording studio’s microphone. He was completing the vocals of the final song off the new album. This song would only appear on the Japanese version. Danger Days is certainly our best work. It’s fun to let everything loose and play whatever you feel. This is definitely our happiest album, as well. It’s probably because we’re all very happy at this time. We’re all holding hands, and life is perfect. The zero gravity problems are all hidden by the bloodshed. There’s no more screaming or pain from my bipolar disorder. I’m too heavily medicated for that. Of course, not medicated enough to hinder my ability to think for myself.
Damian placed a metal spike in my hand. He was feeling well enough to come along for our ‘special time’ today. Gerard and Frank were holding a teenaged girl down by her ankles and wrists, at the moment. It was just until I could complete the next step of our, or should I say, MY, plan. I was the one who thought of it, so why shouldn’t I be the one getting the credit?
“Hurry up, Mikes. This one’s a struggler.” Gerard called from the body. I quickly ran over and drove the spike through the girls hand, into the soft wooden floor below it. She howled in pain, hoping to gain some sort of sympathy from us. Silly girl, there’s no sympathy for the dead! Another spike was handed to me, and I drove it through her foot. She was in enough agony that it had her paralyzed. Gerard and Frank got off of her, adding the final two spikes in their place, one in a hand, the other, a foot. Damian’s laughter could be heard over the girl’s screams as I guided his hand in cutting open her abdomen. Once it was exposed, Frank slit the girl’s stomach, letting the hydrochloric acid seep out and chemically burn the inside of her body. Gerard sawed away at her neck as she breathed out for the last time. Once it had been detached from the rest of her, Damian handed me a stick.
“Look, daddy! We can make her like a puppet!” He said, delighted by his suggestion. I smiled, poking the stick into her trachea and leaning it against the wall. He ran over and danced with it his new toy. The soup-like remains of her internal organs swirled with reds, pinks, and browns. It looked as though it were a wonderful painting of some sort.
“Gerard, burn it.” I said, breaking the awkward silence that had existed since her final scream.
“Burn it all. I’m growing tired of this place. Besides, we’ve been working here for far to long.”
The embers brushed my hands ever so slightly as the air smelled of gasoline. The sound of sirens echoed in the distance as I calmly walked toward the car. It was amazing how sudden it all happened. When I said it, they made it happen. It had made me feel as powerful as when I killed someone. It was... excellent.
Damian placed a metal spike in my hand. He was feeling well enough to come along for our ‘special time’ today. Gerard and Frank were holding a teenaged girl down by her ankles and wrists, at the moment. It was just until I could complete the next step of our, or should I say, MY, plan. I was the one who thought of it, so why shouldn’t I be the one getting the credit?
“Hurry up, Mikes. This one’s a struggler.” Gerard called from the body. I quickly ran over and drove the spike through the girls hand, into the soft wooden floor below it. She howled in pain, hoping to gain some sort of sympathy from us. Silly girl, there’s no sympathy for the dead! Another spike was handed to me, and I drove it through her foot. She was in enough agony that it had her paralyzed. Gerard and Frank got off of her, adding the final two spikes in their place, one in a hand, the other, a foot. Damian’s laughter could be heard over the girl’s screams as I guided his hand in cutting open her abdomen. Once it was exposed, Frank slit the girl’s stomach, letting the hydrochloric acid seep out and chemically burn the inside of her body. Gerard sawed away at her neck as she breathed out for the last time. Once it had been detached from the rest of her, Damian handed me a stick.
“Look, daddy! We can make her like a puppet!” He said, delighted by his suggestion. I smiled, poking the stick into her trachea and leaning it against the wall. He ran over and danced with it his new toy. The soup-like remains of her internal organs swirled with reds, pinks, and browns. It looked as though it were a wonderful painting of some sort.
“Gerard, burn it.” I said, breaking the awkward silence that had existed since her final scream.
“Burn it all. I’m growing tired of this place. Besides, we’ve been working here for far to long.”
The embers brushed my hands ever so slightly as the air smelled of gasoline. The sound of sirens echoed in the distance as I calmly walked toward the car. It was amazing how sudden it all happened. When I said it, they made it happen. It had made me feel as powerful as when I killed someone. It was... excellent.
11/3/13