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Appetizer

One little-known fact about Gerard Way was the fact that The Silence of the Lambs terrified him. He remembered watching it for the very first time with Mikey at another friend’s house, completely behind their mother’s back and promising that, no matter what, their lips were sealed about the matter. Mikey had been sucked into the movie, leading to his three year obsession with the human mind (Mikey preferred the term “fascination,” since it made him seem less creepy, but Gerard knew an obsession when he saw one), but Gerard was absolutely horrified. Texas Chainsaw Massacre had nothing on a cannibal that could get inside your head.

However, being the weird, creepy guy he was, Gerard still liked watching the movie. It really did make you think. So, when Mikey brought a copy of the movie along with them on tour, he didn’t complain about it.

The Black Parade tour was slated to begin in a few days, so the guys decided to stay within the same general vicinity in a hotel that wasn’t haunted (as per Mikey’s request) in order to ensure that nobody (Ray) would get left behind.

“What exactly is The Silence of the Lambs about, anyway?” Frank asked, as he set two six packs of beer on the table.

“You’re telling me that you’ve never seen it?” Mikey asked incredulously.

Gerard sighed, “Oh, here we go again…”

Mikey rarely ranted. In fact, Gerard could barely remember when the last rant was. He was pretty sure it was back when he was still in high school, but that didn’t matter. What did matter, though, was what Mikey said in those rants. His rants were long and could make you feel like you had been wrong your entire life (and, chances are, you probably were, because Mikeyfuckingway is always right). In that case, Mikey spent an hour explaining how much the music industry sucked, and another two going on and on about Brittney Spears. Though, Gerard only remembered that Mikey’s lengthy rant pretty much called her a slut in the politest way possible.

Gerard, deciding to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible, said, “Mikey, there’s more to life than cannibalism.”

“Well, duh,” Mikey snorted, “All I’m saying is that you’ve done life wrong, Frank.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Seriously, though, what’s it about?”

“Well,” Mikey said, “It’s a psychological thriller about a detective who tries to find a serial killer with the help of Hannibal Lecter, a former psychologist and a convicted cannibalistic serial killer. Hannibal himself only has about fifteen or so minutes in the movie, but he does play a pretty big role in it.”

Frank made a face. “Ew, cannibalism… sounds awesome.”

Bob looked a bit disgusted at Frank’s eagerness to watch the movie. “Frank, is there something you’re trying to tell us?”

“Gross, man,” Frank said, “Anyway, the only human meat I’ll ever eat is Gerard’s-”

“C’mon, man, I don’t need to hear that,” Mikey hissed, “That’s my older brother you’re talking about.”

Frank gave Mikey his signature shit-eating grin. Gerard couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Mikey’s face.

“If it makes you feel any better, I do the same thing to Gerard. He has the most hilarious facial expression when I tell him about you and Pete-”

“NOPE! No! I’m not listening!” Gerard covered his ears, tuning out Frank’s little fixation on Mikey’s possible crush on the Fall Out Boy bassist. Mikey’s face was bright red, eliciting more giggles from Frank.

“If you’re done torturing Thing One and Thing Two,” Ray said, “I’d like to get on with the movie, Frank. Mikey, where’d you put it?”

“It’s in my bag. I’ll go get it.” Mikey left the room, mumbling something unintelligible under his breath.

Gerard switched on the television. The last person who had been in the room had it switched to the news. Normally, Gerard would’ve just ignored it and switch over to the DVD player, but the headline caught his eye.

Three Missing Teens Found Dead in California.


“Hey, shut the fuck up,” Gerard said, “I wanna hear this.”

Mikey stepped back into the room, having heard the sudden silence in the room. He had the copy of The Silence of the Lambs in his hand, but the sight of Anderson Cooper covering a story about a serial killer made him forget about the fictional psychopath that they were minutes away from watching.

“Terror grips the state of California as the bodies of the three missing teenagers have been found. The medical examiner was able to determine the identities of the teenagers, as well as the time of death. They have been dead for three days, with several organs and limbs missing. The whereabouts of these missing limbs and organs are currently unknown.”


“That’s creepy,” Mikey said, “Where exactly did they find the bodies?”

“Not too far away from here,” Ray said, studying the map that was displayed on the screen.

“We’re only a few minutes away from where dead bodies were found? Cool,” Gerard said.

“You’re disgusting, Gee.”

“I love you, too, Mikey.”

“…Wouldn’t it be funny if a Hannibal Lecter wannabe did that?” Frank asked, a pensive look on his face.

Bob gave Frank a disgusted look. “Excuse me?”

“All I’m saying is that it’s a bit creepy that we saw this the same day we were gonna watch The Silence of the Lambs,” Frank explained, “I mean, it’s weird. It’s as though someone knew we were going to watch it and decided to do this a few days before.”

“Are you insinuating that someone knew days ahead that we were going to watch this?”
Mikey asked, “Because I didn’t plan this. I brought it with me for the last tour, but we didn’t have any down time and I was busy-”

“-Knocking boots with Pete Wentz,” Frank giggled.

“S-shut up! We were just, y’know, uhm…”

Frank’s giggles turned into full-out laughter. He fell off the couch and onto the floor, but it sure didn’t silence him. Mikey’s face turned red, which only made the younger laugh even more.

“C… can we just watch the m-m-movie now?” Mikey asked quietly as Frank finally stopped laughing. Gerard went to retrieve the DVD, trying (and failing) to hide a smile on his face. He felt Mikey’s hand smack the back of his head, but it only amused him more.

The DVD was on the table a few feet away, so Gerard didn’t need to go far. He placed the disk into the DVD player, the thought of the missing teenagers cast out of everyone’s minds.

Notes

This story will also be submitted on Mibba. (Not that any of you really care about that. XD)

Comments

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