Angels of Unknown

Gerard's POV

I awake shaking, my whole body feeling as though it's trying to escape from my soul. I swiftly sit up in bed, and start gently rocking, violently digging my nails into the soft flesh of my wrist until a small amount of blood bubbles up around my fingers. I know now that this isn't a dream, but my mind is none-the-less repeatedly screeching insane words that send daggers of unadulterated horror deep into my bones.
I jump up and run out of my room, into the hallway, gripping my dark hair tightly. I press the down key on the elevator, but my body is to jumpy to passively wait the thirty seconds for the sleek slabs to part open. I dart to the left and use my shoulder to clumsily push the stairwell door open and shakily begin my decent down the freezing stone steps, only now realizing the bareness of my feet. The chill swiftly travels up the soles of my feet, filling my entire body with cold, my jet black boxers and thin white t-shirt shielding nothing, but I ignore the pain, anything to escape from the words in my head. I have to get away.
I stumbled down step by step until I feel like I'm going collapse from the shrieking discomfort.
I slam myself into the thirteenth step and will the screaming to stop. "Shut up." I begin to mumble repeatedly, desperate to cover up the voices in my head until I am screaming in rhythm with their words.. "Shut up, Shut up, SHUt uP. SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" But no matter how loud I yell I cannot drown out the voices, as they're coming from deep within myself.
"I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling and as the fragments of my skull begin to fall, fall on your tongue like pixie dust! Just think happy thoughts!" The sick voices repeat over and over, louder and louder. My crazed pleas for them to stop begin to sound like hoarse whispers as I begin to cry pathetically. They don't seise until unconsciousness drags me into dark oblivion.

Frank's POV

Fuck it's getting cold outside. The sky is pitch black, the side-walk dimly lit by the occasional street lamp. I finish off my whiskey and throw the bottle at a rusty garbage can, the bottle bouncing off the lid and shattering on the sidewalk. I laugh aloud and plunge my tattooed hands deeper into my practically shredded faux leather jacket as I walk.
I find myself stumbling through a surprisingly ritzy looking area of Jersey. Beautifully structured victorian style homes line the street, decked out in security cameras and alarm systems I'm sure. I almost turn to go back the way I came, no score is worth going back to jail, when I notice a quite creepy looking mansion at the end of the road. I walk up to the edge of the property and admire it's oddness.
The yard is a long stretch of what I at first thought was freshly cut grass, but at closer inspection It's clear that the grass is as cold and dead as the atmosphere of the place. Two black as night concrete paths lead from the sidewalk on either side of the dead yard, connecting to form a semi-circle at the dark mansion's entrance. It's ancient looking, not unkempt, but old. No lights illuminate from any of the windows and the four story building has a lot of fucking windows. It looks abandoned, actually, as if the caretaker is just lightly keeping up with the exterior as to not soil the neighborhood. But who the fuck would ever want to live in such a creepy-ass place?
I start strutting through the grass quietly laughing at myself. I have no idea what the Hell I'm thinking, but I don't really care, the liquor is burning in my veins urging me forward. I'm kind of spooked by the whole place, but my curiosity has the better of me.
I try the door, it's locked. "Turn around Frankie and get the fuck out of here before you get yourself into trouble." I whisper to myself, hoping I sound convincing. Apparently I don't.
I pull out my lock-pick and get a slow drunken start on breaking and entering into what is probably, Dracula's castle of death.

Notes

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