Frank saw Gerard violently stir in his sleep. He must've given him another bad memory. Frank hated giving Gerard bad memories but as Mikey said it had to be done.This statement was supposed to reassure Frank but he still felt like shit because of it, helping or not he was still hurting the one he loved most. Frank got up and went over to Mikey who was sitting on the couch quietly.

"We have so many memories left to give him and I'm already exhausted." Frank huffed as plopped himself down next to Mikey.

"Me too, I wonder how he feels compared to us."

"I just- I just hope he's okay. I just can't wait til this is finished and we can go back to being together. God, I just can't wait to leave this place."

Mikey nodded his head but shifted on the couch cushion uncomfortably. Frank wondered why he became so awkward all of a sudden but he just shrugged it off. Mikey was always an odd one anyway. Frank got up from the couch and sat the box on the table in the corner of the hospital room.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee, you want any?" Frank asked as he gestured to Mikey trying to get his attention. He looked liked he was in deep thought but Frank didn't care; the last thing he needed was to hear Mikey complain about how Frank didn't get him a cup. Frank was too lazy to make a second trip so he might as well ask Mikey now, no matter how much thought he was in.

"Huh-uh y-yeah, yeah please."

Mikey was was so caught up that he barely heard what Frank said. He heard the word coffee somewhere in the sentence so he assumed Frank was going to the cafeteria for some coffee. He more than gladly accepted since everything has been pretty tense, especially after the episode Frank had. The best solution to this awkward tension would be a nice fresh cup of liquid heaven. Just the thought of it had Mikey antsy in his spot on the couch. He even had to suppress a moan which was even more awkward considering Frank was still standing there watching him and because it's coffee not a playboy bunny for pete's sake! Mikey continued to sit there in a once again awkward silence as Frank eyed him up and down.

"Ay buddy uh you alright? Seem a little flustered there." Frank had the stupidest grin on his face which of course had Mikey's face red as a firetruck.

"Shut the fuck up and get the coffee."

Frank just laughed as he left the room. Mikey glared at Frank's back as he walked out the door and down the hall. Soon the room was filled with a taunting silence. All Mikey could think about was what Frank said. 'God, I just can't wait to leave this place.'

"Poor Frank," Mikey thought. "He is so naive. Did he really think the doctor's would let him out. It'd be some time before Gerard is able to reap him. I should've told him but he was just so happy when I told him there was a chance he was getting out of this place once and for all. He was oblivious to the harsh process of the situation. It was extremely painful to be reaped and even more painful to become a reaper. It took time, patience, and blood to be shed. He couldn't stand a chance against the horrors that lie within the responsibility of entering my world. The reality of it all might kill him, might even kill Gerard..."

Mikey was pulled out of his thoughts once again by the door creaking open. He turned his head to be surprised by the sight of Pete. Pete had a dorky grin on his face once he caught the sight of Mikey. He sauntered over to the couch and sat himself right next to the brown haired boy.

"Hey babe, what'cha thinking about?" Pete questioned after he planted a sloppy kiss on Mikey's cheek. Mikey couldn't help but blush at the sight of Pete, he was so adorable. Everything he did was just so perfect in Mikey's eyes. The way his lips curled towards his teeth when he smiled, how he bit his nails and dryly laughed when he was nervous, and how he could ramble on and on about music and comic books all day even if it was only about on particular song or art style. Mike genuinely cared for Pete and would consider him his best friend, well besides Gerard.

Mikey was instantly pulled out of his bad mood when he saw Pete and was thankful he walked in when he did. Mikey needed some positivity in this situation and Pete was the perfect source to get it from. Mikey pulled Pete into his lap as he continued to talk about some new band he heard. Mikey couldn't care less about what Pete was talking about but the only reason he listened was because Pete was saying it. Mikey thought Pete looked the cutest when he was busy chattering about little trivial things. Mikey still listened even if he was interested. He could sit with Pete for hours just watching him bounce from topic to topic without a care in the world. He was practically drooling as he gawked at the man in front of him.

"Hey Mikey, you there?" Pete asked as he waved his hand in front of Mikey's face earning his attention.

"Hmmm."

"You drifted off for a second, am I really that boring." Pete laughed as he shifted in Mikey's lap so he was looking him in the eyes. This made Mikey's face break out in a huge smile.

"I was just admiring your beauty. You're really cute when you speak."

"You're a fucking dork." Pete playfully hit Mikey in the arm and kissed Mikey's nose.

"Hey! I'm being honest, what did I do?" Mikey giggled as he tightened his grip on Pete's waist, pulling him closer to his chest. He wanted to stay like this forever.

"Hey babe I gotta go check on a patient I'll be right back." Mikey groaned and held on to Pete's waist in response.

"Don't go, I'm comfy and your warm. " Mikey continued to fuss. This just made Pete smile even more.

"You're such a brat." Pete just shook his head and left the room after kissing Mikey on the cheek. Soon after the door closed there was once again a familiar eerie silence. This made Mikey even more uncomfortable and nervous than before but he decided to shrug it off. He turned his head when he was the door open revealing a short black haired boy.

"I got you your coffee ya weirdo." Frank smirked as he handed Mikey his cup of salvation.

"Oh shut up, Frank." Mikey huffed as he nudged Frank in the rib. All Frank did was smirk was he inhaled his cup of coffee but who was Mikey to judge since he was doing the same thing. After their cups were empty Mikey decided he was gonna go check on Pete.

"Hey I'm gonna go check on Pete, you watch Gerard." Frank nodded and Mikey was out the door in no time.

He jogged through the milky white corridors until he found a nurse.

"Hey, can you please tell me where Dr. Wentz is?"

"He's checking on a patient in room 201." The young nurse said as she pointed behind him.

"Thank you very much." Mikey smiled at the woman and he speed-walked down the hallway int he other direction.

He continued to head in the direction of the room until he found the numbers '201'. He cracked a slight smile as he turned the door handle.
He was then greeted with a surprised Pete and grim looking patient who was laying in bed glaring at him. Mikey furrowed his eyebrows at Pete confused at the reason why the man in bed was mentally stabbing him. Pete just shrugged in response as he handed the sickly looking man, what Mikey assumed, were his antibiotic pills. The took them, still eyeing Frank as a hawk, as he slammed the pills to the ground. Pete huffed in annoyance while Mikey was still watching this who situation unfold.

"Mr. Ross, you have to take your medication or you'll never get better. Constantly throwing tantrums like this aren't helping anyone." Pete tried to keep his voice calm but fail miserably as venom dripped from every word he said. He was getting tired of saying the same thing to this stubborn man. He's only been here since Gerard has and already managed to piss everyone off.

'Mr. Ross' just smirked at Pete's comment. Mikey sensed something totally off about this patient and knew something about this guy was just plain wrong. He didn't know what to do about these harsh vibes so he just ignored them for the time being. Pete groaned in frustration as he bent down to pick up the pills from across the room.
Pete walked towards Mr. Ross with the pills in hand determined to get this man to cooperate.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The young cynical man sat in bed with a smug grin plastered on his face that was addressed towards both Mikey and Pete.
Before Pete could roll his eyes and take another step, the patient raise his arm in Pete's direction causing Pete's arm to go flying in the other direction. Blood splatter all over the mint green walls causing them to look like gruesome pieces of artwork. Mikey stood there stunned as Pete let out a shrill scream of agony as his other arm ripped from his shoulder slowly causing bloody to sputter from his wounds some getting on bother his and Mikey's face in the process. By now the pills were strewn across the crimson tinted room along with Pete's limbs. Pete dropped to his knees, falling into a puddle of his own blood. Mikey was unable to move as the realization of the situation failed to meet his thoughts.

Pete looked at the man before him with pleading eyes but was only responded with another smirk and a hand gesture. Pete was raised into the air by the invisible force controlled by this 'sickly' patient. Pete's legs were suddenly torn from his body in one violent motion. A gut wrenching screech filled the room as the dismembered man writhed in the air like a bloody, disfigured ragdoll. Mikey's body finally kicked into gear when he realized everything happening before him was real. This wasn't a nightmare, he wasn't dreaming, this was real. Before he could run to Pete he flew backwards hitting the door with his back. He squirmed under the mysterious force that was holding him back. He felt so pathetic. He was pathetic. Mikey shot his head up at Pete when he heard another cry of pain.
Pete's torso was detached from his body spilling all his organs on the linoleum causing Mikey to gag at the scene. Pete coughed up blood getting some onto the twisted patient's face. Mikey wailed as he was restricted from stopping what this monster was doing. Somehow this 'Mr. Ross' was keeping him from turning into his reaper form so he was stuck screaming and crying as he watched him love get mutilated. Soon Pete's body stopped twitching over their heads and finally hung still. The man on the bed giggled as he dropped Pete's lifeless body with a thud. Mikey of course continued to curse and scream as he was still being pushed back onto the wall.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU." Mikey's voice boomed throughout the room causing the tile floor to vibrated .

"Oh Mikey, when will you ever learn, I always win. First your mother, now your petty little boyfriend, and soon your brother and his little boytoy; when will you realize that you can't save the world." The young man said in a low condescending manner.

Before Mikey could speak the man's head dropped backwards as a thick black smoke shot out of his mouth causing it to open as wide as it could go. The man fell backwards on the bed as his nose began to bleed. The door's lock clicking indicated that it was now unlocked. Mikey didn't even know it was locked but didn't care since he noticed he was finally was able to move again. He ran over to Pete's body and cradled him as he began to cry over his loss. He was too shocked to do anything else. He was alarmed when he heard the door burst open revealing a scared Frank and shocked hospital staff. Frank began to gag when he saw Pete's body and organs tossed across the room. This made Mikey cry even harder over the realization of it all that indeed the love of his life was now dead because of him. That thing was looking for him but took Pete instead. He was determined to figure just what the fuck that thing was.

Before he could think, Mikey was on top of the patient and was beating the living shit out of him while doctors were trying to pull him away.

Notes

h A A AHA I KILLED P ET E
so yeah no more pete but ryan ross (aka the dude possessed by that demon thingy that killed gerard and mikey's mommy so yeah that was really shitty but hahahah a oh well
title: 5th Period Massacre by LeATHERMØUTH

-xo fangoria