To The End

I headed my way down the streets, trying to remember the names. I was beginning to feel frantic. I felt like I was going to fail and never going to see him again. Its been five hours since I escaped from Electric DJ and six hours since I seen Gerard. I began to feel hopeless and unworthy. My mind was processing the fact that I cant do anything right and I was weak and vulnerable. Frank stop it! You are not worthless, you are worth more than you know! Oh shut up! No you listen to me! Why should I? Because were in this together remember? I never agreed on that. I didn’t let you have a choice. Oh so you think you can control me. Are you an idiot? I am you!

My brain is going crazy again. I’m fighting with myself again. I snap out of my thoughts and started to trust my instincts. Trust the fact that I’m not worthless, trust the fact that I will find Gerard. Trust the fact I can do this.

I make my way down the streets of Malefic City. Asking people directions to the penitentiary. Some ignored me, some helped me, I was grateful for those who did. At least they aren’t completely heartless.

By nightfall, I was alone in the streets. I didn’t see a single living soul. I became frightened and curious. Why wasn’t there anyone out here? Why aren’t there any cars? I just ignored that I’m alone and kept my mind set to Gerard. “Psst!” I hear someone say. I quickly turned around and peer into a dark alleyway. “Hello?” I ask confused. “Come here pretty boy,” it says to me. I felt goose bumps run up my arm and told myself to ignore this person and not trust him. “Leave me alone,” I say firmly and began walking away. “You wanna find Gerard huh?” it asks me. I froze and turn around, glaring at the dark. “How do you know that?” I ask. It chuckled, “Reveal yourself asshole,” I say. It wouldn’t move into the light. “Just what I thought,” I say and walked away again. My curiosity was eating me alive, how did this person know that I’m looking for Gerard? “I can help you find him,” It said. I stop once again and turn around.

He had revealed himself. I see him standing in the light. He had orange and red colors on, me noticing instantly he’s a killjoy. He chuckles, “So you’re Fun Ghoul?” he asks. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, he knows my ego name. “Yeah, what of it?” I ask. He laughs again, that stupid laugh is annoying me. “I can help you get to Gerard,” he offers again. I stare at him intently, I didn’t feel right. My first intention would be to trust him and have him help me. I’m just that naïve. After being with Gerard the past few days, I realize not to trust anyone. Even killjoys turned on us. I didn’t trust this man. I became curious at how he can help me, just to throw a stone you know? “How so?” I ask lifting my eyebrow. “Tell me where he is,” I demand. He laughs again, “You have to give me something in return though,” he says. Of course, just what I thought. That was all I needed to know.

“Figures,” I muttered and turned my back and started making my way up the street again. “Wait!” he calls out. I ignore him, I didn’t feel comfortable with him. I hear feet slapping on the ground. I instantly turned back and noticed him running after me. I panicked and the only thing I thought of to do is to…run.

I quickly sprinted down the street as he followed me. After the past few days I learned how to climb ladders and jump buildings with Gerard. He taught me almost everything I need to know, but I still haven’t gotten the full killjoy training I need. “Get back here pretty boy!” he yells behind me. I panic once again and found ladders that lead up. I quickly jumped onto one of them and lifted it up when I made it to the top, so he wouldn’t get on. “Dammit!” he yells out. I kept going up. As I was on the ladder I felt a hot bead skim across the bottom of my shirt. I look down and noticed he was shooting at me. My heartbeat was increasing. He’s shooting at me!

I went faster on the ladder as he kept throwing hot beams at me. I made it to one of the balconies. I pulled out my ray gun and fired back at him. He dodged a few of them, I almost hit him the third time. He shot up once again and moved just in time. He kept throwing them at me and one grazed my arm. I yelled in pain, the burning sensation it overtook and it stung. I became furious and leaned over the railing to take a good shot at him. I don’t even have the training to shoot. But I have to try, for Gerard. I stared down at him as he kept shooting at me, almost hitting me. I took a deep breath as I felt myself sweat with pressure. I had no time to take my time. This was life or death. I aimed and he kept steady. He was moving a little, trying to make my target miss. I dodged a few hot beams again, but I had enough. I closed one eye and aimed my ray gun at him. Straight at the chest, he was shooting at me still, missing every time. My arm began to ache from the tense position I was in, my head was spinning, because I couldn’t keep a steady eye on him, in fear of getting hit. But my anger took over, my anxiety to shoot him, was fluidly flooding all my other emotions. I pressed my fingers on the trigger, “Forgive me God, shall I have sinned,” and I press on the hot metal that radiated from my hands. My mind was thoroughly transformed into slow motion. I watched the beam slowly make its way toward him. My heart beat was slow and steady, the beads of sweat take affect of my feelings. My clammy hands squeezed shut, my mind was trailing over the fact if I would miss him. My panting was heaving my chest. My legs were keeping me up, but weakly. My feet ready to give up on me. My body shaking from today’s adventures. Then the act that I have killed a man.

I blankly stare at his limp body, I hit him. Dead center in the chest. Piercing his heart, lungs and bones, making an ugly burnt hole in his skin. His eyes popping out of his head from shock. I stood there gaping, I had killed a man.

Gerard sifted through my mind once again. Would he be proud of me? I had just killed a man and I’m thinking about if Gerard would be proud of me. How pathetic.

My heart raced from anticipation. I have to get away, what if they caught me on camera? I need to get away now! I finally snapped back to reality and hurriedly ran down the ladder. I passed the dead man and kept running.

Keep running…keep running….keep running. That’s all that ran through my head. Keep running.

I finally made it up the road and noticed a sign.

“Malefic City Penitentiary” I squealed and grinned in excitement. Not to long I shot a man and now I was happy I found a penitentiary. I am such a weird one.

It told me to go down the road on my left and so I did. I became tired out from all the walking and running all day. I didn’t eat or drink, my mouth was dry and my stomach was growling. I need to rejuvenate myself. I found a little diner along the road. I quickly walked in and everyone set their eyes on me. There were an awful lot of people in here. I became curious again. No Frank get something to eat. I walked quickly to the counter and asked for a salad and a cup of coffee. Fifteen minutes later they were set in front of me. Everyone in the diner kept staring at me. I ate my salad without chewing and swallowed my coffee in one gulp. I asked for another coffee and I got it. I finished that in seconds. I pulled out my wallet and paid the waitress. I needed to get out of here…now!

The eyes kept following me all the way until I walked out the door. What was that all about? I quickly ran out the door and down the road again. I quietly made my way into a dark road, it curved into a dark forestry scene. I felt chills run down my back. I then quietly made my way up the winding road. I didn’t know what to expect before me, all I know is that I’m determined to find Gerard. I need him, I miss him, and I feel lonely, scared, and incomplete without him. I feel desperate.

The road began to get darker and darker with every step I take. It was quiet, too quiet, the quiet where you can hear your own breathing. That sent my legs to begin to wobble and shake. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, I was tired and I was frightened, from something I don’t know. You are more scared of things that you cant see, then the things you are able to see.

I took it all in, the fear, the chaste taste in my mouth, the ground under me crumbling. My hand became unsteady, I couldn’t stop tapping it against my thigh. My other hand just grazing over my weapon in possession. My legs slowed their steps, telling me something, warning me, like a gazelle that senses danger. Us humans are the most stupidest to not pay attention to our instincts. We are more passionate and determined than scared and always running. My instincts significantly took over too quickly. I froze in one spot and stood there for about five minutes. The dense quietness was making me nervous. Anything could happen…anything.

I listened and strained to hear for one sound. Nothing. Not even the slightest breeze, not a chirp of a cricket, not a hoot of an owl. Just plain silence.

I finally realized nothing is after me, I slowly lifted my leg and took a step, then another, and continued walking. I felt like eyes were everywhere, watching me. I’m pretty sure there were. I stop once again. A rustling of leaves broke out to my left. I flinched and pulled out my gun. I see a black little figure crawling. It was just a squirrel, I laughed at myself. I got scared over a fucking squirrel.

I hear someone mocking me, they laughed as well. I quit laughing as my breathing suddenly stop. The laugh stopped as well. “Hello?” I call out. Nothing. Fear rising every moment. My tolerance level lowering every second. My eyes swerving from left to right every chance I get. My body in a fighting position ready to defend. I don’t know what to expect.

I hear more rustling. I panicked and the only thing I thought of to do…run.

I took off toward the penitentiary and ran, just ran. I then hear footsteps behind me. I turn around, the moon finally coming out of its shell, shining and showing my fear. I see a rather very large man. He was bald and had combat clothing on, complete with the boots. I shrieked on the inside and ran faster. I’m not an athlete, but when I’m scared, I can run. I turn around again, the man still chasing me, I was getting farther from him, he was slowing down.

Keep running…keep running….keep running.

I started to get tired and turned around for a peek. The man wasn’t there anymore, that made me panic even more, I didn’t know where he was. I stopped for a while, catching my breath.

“What are you doing out here all alone this night, pretty boy?” someone asked me. I gasped and turned around, seeing the large man even larger close up. “Uh…um…” I gulp harshly and backed away from him. He chuckles at me, with his deep voice. “You shouldn’t be out here, actually no one would dare come out here this time of night, you must be doing some serious business little man, you’re a brave one, I envy that, but I’m afraid I cant let you go any further from here,” I hear him crack his knuckles and in the moonlight he jerked his head from side to side, receiving a snap every time.

I clenched my fists and felt my heart pumping every beat. Run…run….run…run….RUN! My mind kept repeating itself. “Um…sorry sir, but I have to save someone I dearly love and the fact that he’s innocent, I don’t know else to tell you, because that’s all you need to know. Now if you please I need to go save my boyfriend,” I then bolt and ran down the winding road. “HEY!” he yells and I hear him after me. I suddenly had to turn a sharp left. I slid but got up quickly. “Get over here pretty boy!” he still yells at me. I kept running and a building came into view. I felt a burst of joy come through me. I never felt any happier.

I got closer to the building only to find out it had large gates that led a roadway to it. I wanted to punch someone for frustrating me so bad. The large man was still after me, only a little bit farther. I came up to an iron gate, with the words Malefic City Penitentiary stated at the top. I shook the gates, knowing that wasn’t going to help any. I started to breathe heavily and couldn’t keep up with myself. I need to find a way to get in. I look up and notice there are footholds. Well not footholds, but I can climb on them. I turn around the large man a few feet away from me. On an act of instinct I grabbed my ray gun and pointed it at him. He suddenly stopped and held his hands up for surrender. “Get on the floor, before I shoot your face you fuck,” I say demanding. He nodded his head and I notice he had a kind face. One where you wouldn’t think he would hurt anybody. He laid on the floor.

“Come after me and I’ll make sure your life flashes before your eyes,” I snarl. I was pissed, I need to get to Gerard before dawn. I hear him gulp a couple times and nodded. I then quickly slid my gun back in the pouch and started climbing the large iron gate.

-20 minutes after some kick ass climbing skills-

I finally managed to get over the gate, I was tired out.

Life of a killjoy.

I still the see the man laying on the floor. “You can get up now, I wont hurt you, if you hurt me. don’t even bother trying to warn everyone about me, I’ll be long gone before you know it.” I say. He gets up, “Sir, you are a brave soul, I didn’t want to do this, but its my job to be the security of this place, I hope you get your boyfriend and I promise I wont let anyone know about you, I know how it feels to have them take someone from you, they took my wife and kids, I don’t know where they’re at to this day. I try to track them down, always end up short,” I saw a gleam of tears. “Hey, you’ll find them, trust me, I believe in you, just keep running,” I tell him and walk away, “Thank you,” he says, I wave my hand and throw a thumbs up.

I kept in the shadows. Stalking my prey, yes, I stalked them. They were walking around, making sure no one gets in.

How the fuck am I going to do this?

I stayed put in one particular dark shadow and stared at the buildings features, the securities walking distance, they’re routes, and every little detail of a chance.

I felt my heart pump faster again. I am indeed a very brave soul. I smile at the mans words. He envied me, I never thought I was able to do that to a person. I envy Gerard.

I realize I need to cause a distraction first. I closed my eyes and prayed to God this would work out. I’m not religious or anything, but when you feel there is no hope left, he’s the last hope to ask help from.

I opened my eyes again and stood up. I looked for a place for a cause of distraction and at least it’ll be enough time for me to get in. I have to plan out what I’m going to do first, now how I’m going to do it.

1st - Get in this shit hole

2nd- Find Gerard

3rd- Get out of this shit hole

4th- Get away

Good at least I know what I want to do, now I need to know how I’m going to do it. I took a deep breath and hope all goes well and things will fall into place. I quietly walked closer to the guards and took out my ray gun. I look down at my utility belt and found some ball in there. What’s a ball doing in my belt? I thought to myself for a moment. I quickly grabbed the ball and slid my gun back in the pouch.

I hope I have good arm. I grasped the ball in my hand and leaned my arm back . I got in a stance so I have better force on the ball. I swung my arm and launched the ball onto the concrete pathway. I watched it glide in the air, but slowly start to descend to the ground. It landed right where I wanted it, but it shattered. It was a glass ball, the guards suddenly reacted to the shattering and all start running after it.

Such dorks.

They abandon the building all at once and I swiftly made my way to it. Some guards were running out of a door. I hid on one side of it as one guard came out. I suddenly attacked him and dragged him to an unlit area. He was fighting. “What the fu..” I muffled his mouth. He was scratching me ferociously, I ignored the pain and tried to shut him up as one guard left through the door after him. I then released my hand on him and shoved him to the ground. He cried out in pain. “Shut up!” I hissed. He kept throwing his fists at me. I grabbed them and twisted them the wrong way. He started panting and was trying to get me to release him. I let all my anger out on him…quietly. I then turned his left arm toward his back as I turned him over. He started shrieking and yelling. I pulled with all my might and I then hear a snap. His yells turned into blood curdled screams. I felt in control, in power, it felt good, I had broken his arm. I then wrap my hands around his throat and started choking him. Just like Gerard had with those other men.

I squeezed until he couldn’t breathe anymore, air cant fill his lungs, I stopped that process. Now I have control whether you live or not. I felt completely powerful. It scared me though, its scary knowing you have the real power to allow someone live or not, even thought its not suppose to be your choice. I quickly stripped him and pulled his uniform over my clothes. No one had heard him, I’m grateful.

I made my way back to the door as I turned to see if it was locked. It wasn’t and I gladly walked inside. “Carson! Report to duty!” I look over to my right and see one of the guards getting yelled at. I honestly wanted to laugh. I see a hallway straight ahead of me. I stopped when I see a paper, it had names on them.

All the prisoners names. I picked it up and started reading through it. It was alphabetical order by last name, they had numbers next to them. Their names for the guards. They took their names away, they didn’t have the privilege to have them, since they were confined in such a horrid place. I turned a couple pages to the W’s and looked for Way. I finally find his name.

Way , Gerard Arthur : #234666

Cell# 408__Floor 1st

Act of: Killjoy

I chuckle at the reason he’s in here. He’s in here for being a killjoy, fucking assholes. They cant take me alive! I’ll do what it takes to survive.

I make my way into the hallway and started walking through corridors to get in the jail itself. At least he’s on the first floor, makes it easier for me. I finally make it inside and find it dark in the halls. The moonlight is the light they get. It smelled disgusting and raw. I pinched my nose, how can they stand this, don’t they take showers? I look for cell 408.

401...402...403...404...405...407...408.

Just what I needed , I smile to myself and stepped right in front of the cell. “234666, wake up!” I yell. I hear a few stir around the cell and I finally see a body moving in the shadows. Then I see a leg lighten up from the moon. Gerard finally emerged in the moonlight and I gasp. He looked tired and weak, he had gashes on his arms and one on his cheek. He looked so fragile, but still had the reminiscence of his perfect body.

“Y..y…yes?” he asks frightened.

I felt completely bad for him, they hurt my Gerard, how dare they!

“Gerard its me,” I say.

Notes

THANK YOU MY COMMENTORS AND SUBSCRIBERS YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME! I KNOW I DONT SHOW MY LOVE A LOT BUT I DO LOVE YOU GUYS! THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SHIT STORY THAT YOU SAY IS GOOD! I STILL NEED TO WORK ON MY WRITING SKILLS BUT I SITLL LOVE YOU! I HAD TO TELL YOU THAT OKAY? OKAY!

with my unconditional love,
Zee