Make a wish when a Blackbird flies

I sat on the last step of the staircase, my head down, not wanting to see what the two men around me were doing. Though I knew already.
“Can I do this one?” Nate asked.
“You're not allowed to touch anything, not after what you did to the last one.” Said the older man, I think Gerard said his name was Phil.

“Oh come on, that tiny little thing? It wasn't even my fault.” I slowly dared to look up, only to see a noose hanging from the staircase banister way up above.
“Not your fault? He thinks it was someone else you idiot.” Phil said, irritated. He sighed loudly and sat next to me while Nate paced the floor in front of us.

“So how do you like my apprentice?” He asked getting a little too close. I didn't answer him, just tried to scoot away from him. Though that stopped when he suddenly wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer, his other hand going to my leg.

“You know, I gotta say, I regret not taking my time with you, back then. Funny thing is, you would have let me so easily.” He whispered in my ear while I tried to get away from him.
“Hey, we agreed that if I couldn't have him you wouldn't either.” Nate complained.
“I know, I wasn't doing anything. I'm just saying, I now know what's got Mr. Way so hot under the covers.” He laughed and finally let me go.

“I feel connected to you Frank.” He said.
“You're disgusting.” I said.
“Hey! I'm trying to be sentimental! You're not making things easy you know!” He snapped. I didn't speak, this guy was crazy.

“As I was saying, I feel connected to you. That little ability you have, to see things before they happen and hear things that aren't there...I have it too. All my life I couldn't understand what it was. Until one day, a very long time ago, I was about your age I think, I saw Gerard; I saw him defeat me and walk away as the winner.

“So I understood then that what I had was a gift, to warn me. I thought that maybe by killing his mother I could stop him early on. But I just encouraged him. He was never going to find me, so I thought I'd play around for a bit; others got close, until I disappeared in this place. And he let me out himself.

“And now I'm back, I know what's finally going to stop him.” He smiled as he told his tale. I turned my head to look at him.
“You think my death will stop him?” I asked. “You'll only make him angry, unstoppable. You thought it was bad before this all started? You really don't know him at all.” I continued and for once I saw a small crack in his armour.

He was afraid of Gerard, even before everything happened, he was afraid and that was his weakness. We were interrupted by the sound of a car driving up, the motor soon cutting off.
“He's here.” Nate hissed. “Get everything ready.” He said an ran off down the hall; Phil grabbed me, pulling me to my feet before roughly pushing me down on my knees and slipping the noose over my head and tightening it a little, while keeping a tight hold on my hands behind my back.

A few seconds later I heard a car door slam shut; the seconds between then and when he got to the door felt like the longest in my life. I was torn between wanting him to rush in here, and wanting him to turn back and leave. Whatever they were planning on doing to him wasn't something I wanted him to suffer.

Just as the doorknob turned Phil put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. The door squeaked open and in walked Gerard with his gun raised in both hands. His eyes went to me first and when he saw who else was with me his expression darkened.

“You.” He hissed.
“Hello.” The man behind me said pleasantly.
“Wait, I thought-” Gerard started.
“That the other guy was the killer? No, no; he just helps me carry things. Though I should tell you he was responsible for that little piglet in the log cabin.” Did he mean Alice?

“That was you?” Gerard said in a loud voice.
“No, I just said it was the other guy, Nate. Gosh don't you listen?” He said calmly.
“Let him go.” Gerard said, gesturing to me with a flick of his gun.
“...No, how about you drop that gun?”

Throughout all this I remained quiet and still, I didn't think I could make the situation better and I certainly didn't want to make it worse.
“Like hell I will.” Gerard muttered and a faint click sounded as I assume he took the safety off. Quick as a flash Phil let go of my hands and a knife out of nowhere was pushed against my throat.

“Really? This is how you want to play it? Fine then.” He raged. I must point out that Gerard seemed to have nerves of steel. He was cool and collected, not a tremor in his expression. Though on the inside he was calculating every move he could make and the various outcomes, both positive and negative, that would come out of those actions.

“Trivia question for a million points.” Phil went on. “How fast is a speeding bullet? Is it faster that the flash of a blade? You would know this, right, Frankie?” He said the last part while pulling my head back by my hair making me look at him. I didn't answer, I twisted my head away from his grip.

“Do you want to risk that, Gee?” Slowly, Gerard lowered the gun to the floor and kicked it aside. “There, good; isn't that better? We're gonna have some fun now, play a little game, same one I always play. You know the rules, right, Gee. For every mistake I pull a little more.” When he said the last part he moved over to the end of the rope and pulled.

I gasped as the rope tightened around my neck and I was pulled up a little. He released the rope and I fell back on my hands and knees coughing a little. I looked up at Gerard and saw that he was staring back at me with a worried expression.
“Simple enough; and you have a better chance since it's two against one.”

He turned his back then, walking to the closest wall with a sharpie that also seemed to appear out of nowhere.
“I'll make it easy, starts with an A-” In the next second, Gerard took advantage of the old man's blind spot and pulled another gun out that seemed to have bee tucked in the back of his pants. Before he could fire a shot, and before I could warn him, Nate appeared behind him and hit him over the head with a shovel.

He collapsed to the floor, knocked out.
“Gee!” I gasped out. All the noise of course alerted the old man beside me who turned to see the scene in front of him.
“You idiot! What the hell was that for?” He yelled.
“He had a gun.” Nate tried to justify himself, the shovel still in his hands.

“Well so? You could have broken his legs or something, he would have stayed awake through it.” Phil raged while walking over to Nate. “Gimme that!” He said snatching the shovel from his hands. “Idiot.” He muttered as he walked away. Nate stayed where he was and hung his head, like a kicked puppy.

He tossed the shovel to the side then looked at me.
“What do you suggest we do now; he'll be out for a while, and if we just wait that might take hours.” He spoke to Nate but kept staring at me, making me squirm in discomfort. I myself was staring at Gerard's unconscious body, his face seemed petrified into a frown.

“I know!” Nate suddenly exclaimed. “We can play the game anyway, and when the cop wakes up we'll be long gone.” He went on, almost excitedly. While they were conversing the pros and cons of my imminent murder I tried to slip the rope over my head to get it off; it didn't work, the loop was too small to just pull off and the knot too tight; they soon caught me though as Phil made his decision.

“Alright, lets do it, we'll leave him as a present.” He grinned. He tugged the rope a little to get my attention. “Lets start; as I said this one's easy, it starts with an A-” I interrupted him with the first thing that passed through my mind.
“A-Apathy.” I chocked out.

“WHAT?” He roared. On the wall he had written the letter A but now he just scribbled over it.
“He was right?” Nate asked. Phil ignored him, just sighed loudly and thought of another word. Nobody had ever guessed on the first try, he was surprised, taken off guard. I could almost hear the screams of his previous victims.

They lost because in their fear they didn't properly concentrate on the word they were supposed to find, who could blame them; don't get me wrong, I was afraid, I was close to bursting into tears and pissing myself at the same time, I just had that extra advantage of my power. My curse could save my life.

“Alright again, this one starts with a C.” He said and wrote it on the wall.
“Countability.” I said automatically.
“S.”
“Sample.”
“Dammit! H.”
“Haberdashery.”
“Stop that!” He yelled throwing the sharpie somewhere across the room.

His eyes darted around the place trying to think of a new word.
“M.” He said.
“Mediocre.” I responded. He ran his hands roughly through his hair and breathed hard.
“Need a dictionary?” Nate asked sarcastically.
“Yeah, a big one, to hit you over the head with.” Phil said back.

“You can't win against me.” I said. “Whatever you think of, I'll know it. I can't lose.” By now I was convinced I had gained the upper hand, I wasn't quite sure what I expected to happen next, but it certainly wasn't what did happen.

“No, You can't lose.” The old man said, then slowly turned his gaze to Gerard who was still lying unconscious on the floor in front of me. “But he can. Pull him up.” He said and in the next moment Nate pulled on the end of the rope and I went up. The rope cut into my throat and it became impossible for me to breath, the ground soon vanished from beneath my feet an I felt as if I was floating.

I saw Nate, just like I had in my vision, grinning manically, as if this was the happiest game in the world. I saw Phil beside him, there was no expression on his face but his eyes glowed with victory. And then finally I saw Gerard, my everything; we were separating again, this time for good. At least I got to see him before I left.

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The two men stood watching as the body they had hung up grew limp and unmoving, tears escaping his closed eyelids. One of the two men bounced on his feet excitedly, like a child who ate too much sugar, laughing. Things had gone exactly as they were supposed to, just as they had said. So why were the voices still there, hissing, chanting, screaming.

All his life he lived with them, not knowing what they wanted from him, until he saw Gerard Way. Older than he would have been at the time, with a perfect life and job. Why was he allowed all that stuff? Why did he have a loving mother when his own was just a whore, who didn't even know which of those men was his father.

So he got rid of that woman, to destroy Gerard Way while he was still young, the voices told him it would work; but they didn't stop there, he had to kill more and more women until after almost twenty years he had only one goal left. And it was currently tied up above his head, but they still wanted more.

The excited man beside him had started speaking now, pointing at the body and smiling; he couldn't hear what he was saying but he was talking too much and it already felt as if he had nails churning in his head. He looked around on the floor and saw that black gun the cop was holding, that bastard tried to trick them by pulling out a second weapon.

He picked it up and went over to his apprentice, grabbing him by the shoulder so that they were facing each other.
“Shut up.” Said the older man, then he brought the gun up to the others head and shot a hole in it. Seconds after the body dropped to the ground he pointed the gun at his own temple.

Even after the death the voices still continued to follow him.

Notes

I'm gonna go hide now..... I killed the bad guys, happy??
Anyway comment and tell me how much you hate me XD