So Long and Goodnight

Chapter 18
Gerard POV
“Fxck!” I shout, trying desperately to open the door.
“Don’t worry.” He says, sliding something across the desk, towards me. I turn around, and find he slid an extra gun towards me. “Here.”
I take it and point it towards him. He just stands up and walks towards the window, pulling down the drapes. I look at and pull the trigger without regret. But no bullet fires. I check to see how many bullets are in it. As I guess, none.
“Are you really that surprised?” he says.
I don’t say a word.
“Don’t wanna talk, hm? How about now?” he shoots me in the leg. FXCK! It feels like a knife ripping and twisting my leg.
“Now do you wanna say something?”
I literally can’t speak or I’m afraid I’ll scream. I fall down in pain, clutching my wound, but all that does is make the pain worse. He walks up to me slowly and puts the gun to my head. I wait for death, I wait for it all to be over. But I hear a gunshot, and I’m still alive. I look up. Zepplin’s blowing the end of his gun, and Mr Holmon’s lying dead on the floor, blood rushing from the bullet-hole in his head.
“Zepplin? How’d you unlock the door?”
He pulls out a bent up paperclip. “This. Simple.” He sees the wound in my leg. “Shxt! Hold on!” he runs out of the room and comes back with bandage, probably from the nurse’s office. He gently wraps it around my leg, but it still hurts like hell.
“Can you walk?” he says. I try to stand up, but stumble a bit, fxck.
“Kind of.” I say, limping towards him. He pulls an arm around his shoulder, supporting me.
“Some bad things have happened.” He says bluntly.
“Do I wanna know?”
“Well, maybe, I-I don’t know.” We continue walking down the hallway and he knocks on a supply closet. Lily opens the door and comes out, beaten worse than before. “It’s safe?” she says to Zepplin.
“It’s safe.” He says. And she comes out and starts walking with us, not asking what happened to my leg. Like she already knows. He knocks on the next door down and Katie comes out, shaking, looking relatively unharmed.
“Max woke up.” Says Katie. “He’s in the next supply closet, hiding. I told him like you told me.”
He goes over and knocks on the door, and as expected, Max comes out, looking at us shakily.
“…I have bad news…” He says. All eyes turn to him. “Just follow me.” He heads to another room, further back. We walk inside, and the room is dark and musty. Cold. But the eeriest part of the room is Ridley, lying dead on the floor.
“Zepplin.” Says Lily, not even looking at him. “You lied to me. You said she was alive.”
“I know. But you were in trauma, I didn’t want to trigger anything.” She glares at him. She seems purely angry, rage in her eyes, transitioning to sadness as she turns to look at Ridley’s corpse. Max is just looking down at her with an encrypted expression.
Zepplin looks depressed, sad, to put it simply.
Katie’s practically hyperventilating. She rushes over to the body and gets on her knees, shaking Ridley’s shoulder. “Ridley?” she says. I shed a silent tear at the sight, but brush it away before anyone can notice. All of this lead to a death on the wrong side of the tracks.
I wonder to myself if it was all worth it, using rebellion to free ourselves. It’s gotten out of control. Max looks over at Katie. “Katie, she’s dead.”
“No, no she can’t be dead. Look. She’s not cold.” She looks up at him with her large eyes. Max walks over to her.
“Yes, she is. Feel her pulse.” He pulls up the wrist.
“I feel a pulse though.”
“No, you don’t! It’s a hallucination or something.”
“But, really…”
“Get a grip!”
“Max, shut it!” she says angrily. “She isn’t dead! Can’t you realize that for once?!”
Katie? Angry? I have to pinch myself or something, this has got to be a dream.
“She’s dead, just come to terms with it. You always have to multiply the intensity or everything, don’t you?!”
Zepplin puts a hand on Max’s shoulder warningly. “Give her a break.” He sighs and stands up, turning around.
He looks up at us. “Why would this ever have to happen? Do you know what it felt like to have to watch a girl die right in front of your eyes and not be able to do anything about it? This is everybody’s fault. We should be sick of ourselves. We should feel disgusted with ourselves. Really.” He goes over and hits the thin monitor off the desk, watching it crash to the ground. “I-I can’t fxcking take this anymore!”
But all of the sudden the door bursts open, and five people walk in bearing handcuffs and guns, cuffing each of us individually.
“Gerard Way, Lily Mullen, Max Bournson, Katie Yourne and Zepplin Talmon, you’re under arrest for the murder of Steven Holmon and Ridley Norman.”

Notes

I hope this will all play out. Sorry if it's a little lazy ^_^