The Famous Living Dead

Frank leaned up against the wall as Gerard talked to him about My Chemical Romance, about how much of an impact it made on people, and how he wishes they could have survived so they could keep going. Frank listened closely, finding a lot to look up to about Gerard. He seemed like a very real person, very alive... even though he was dead. Frank found himself blushing at every time Gerard smiled or chuckled, or even brushing his hair out of his eyes (which his hair looked like it would be very soft for a dead guy). He could listen to Gerard forever, but unfortunately, someone else had different plans. "Um, excuse me? Are you Frank?" A boy asked. Frank turned to him quickly and nodded. "Yes... that's me." He said slowly. This one was different somehow. He seemed to actually be... alive. "My name is Show Pony, and we need to get out of here. Dr. Death Defying is planning on killing both of us for his own selfish use. Please you have to believe me." They said. Frank's eyes opened wider from this. Dr. Death seemed to be... nicer than that. "Are you... joking?" He asked. Show Pony gasped and shook his head quickly. "No! Why would I even do that? I'm serious, we're both in danger, and we have to get back to the surface before he finds us!" He exclaimed. Frank glanced at Gerard, who only said, "I knew it wasn't my fault!" Even in serious times, that boy brought humor. "Okay, I know this might be strange, but you have to believe me!" Show Pony cried. Frank eyed him hesitantly and bit his lip. "Well... I"m surrounded by dead people who can talk, why not believe you? So... how do we get out of here?" He asked. Show Pony simply said. "I have a plan."
Soon enough, Gerard brought everyone together so that Show Pony could tell them what he's planning. "Okay, I think I know how to get out of here, but it's gonna be tricky. I know why you can't get to the surface. It's because Dr. Death put a magical lock between the surface and the underground. I think I can sneak into the lab and get whatever it was that he used, and how he made it. Then we might be able to figure out how to reverse it." He explained. Gerard looked at him like he was crazy. "What, so you want us to risk Frankie's life to get something that might not even be what we need?!" He asked. Show Pony gave him a look and shook his head. "I'm not saying that. Frank is going to stay here until we get it. I'm risking my own life to get this. If it doesn't work, then we keep thinking." He said. Frank looked at the floor and blushed again. He loved it when Gerard called him Frankie. He looked up at Show Pony and chewed on his lip. "What happens if he gets you? What do we do then?" Frank asked nervously. Show Pony glanced at Frank for only a little bit, then spewed out the first thing that came to mind. "You keep running, never let anything hurt you, always stay beside someone. And if you ever come across Dr. Death, run faster. Do. Not. Look back." Frank nodded a bit. "So when are we doing this?" He asked, staring at Show Pony, who darted his eyes directly to Frank's. "Now."
Frank stayed back with Gerard, Mikey, and Mike as the others left for Show Pony's plan. He felt butterflies in his stomach, finally alone with Gerard (kind of) for a little bit. True, he was very nervous for his and Show Pony's safety at this point, but his mind seemed to betray his feelings to be absorbed with Gerard. "So, Frank. You're getting married? Tell me about that a little." Gerard said. Frank spun to face Gerard and blushed a little. "Uh... yeah. I'm not really all that excited though. I uh... don't even really know this girl." Frank said. Gerard raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "You don't know her, but you're getting married? How does that work?" He asked. Frank rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "My parents set up the marriage. They didn't care what I wanted, they just want me with someone that has money. I met this girl today... when you kidnapped me. She seemed like a bitch to me. So the only reason I wanna go back up to the surface is really to continue working on music." He explained. Gerard opened his dull eyes and laughed. "They set your marriage up without even giving you a choice?" He asked. Frank nodded, looking at the floor. "Yeah, I mean, I don't even like girls like that..." He said trailing off. Gerard only nodded and smiled a little bit. "Hey, don't worry, if you can't get back up, that might even be a good thing. If you can't get up there, you can't marry her, and you can stay here with us!" He said. Frank looked up at Gerard and couldn't help but smile. He was so sweet, and so adorable without even knowing it.
"So what kind of music do you do, Frankie?" Gerard asked, changing the subject. Frank blinked and smiled. "I play electric, I'm trying to form a band, but nobody really likes me, and it's difficult to starta a band with people that don't like you." He said, laughing a bit. Gerard smiled wider and looked behind him at Ray's guitar. "Lemme see what you can do." He said excitedly, running to the guitar. He handed it to Frank and put the strap around the small man. Frank laughed nervously and looked at Gerard. "Y'know... I'm not very good at this." Frank warned. Gerard quickly grabbed Frank's hand and smirked. "You'll need this." He said. Frank looked at his hand as Gerard released it. A pic rested there. Frank nodded, then put his fingers in place. He began to play music that he had been working on in his free time (or what little time he was giving when his parents weren't hounding him). Gerard watched in awe as the living man began to play. He was amazing, and Gerard only wished he knew how amazing he actually was. Frank seemed to be so insecure about himself, Gerard could see that. He wanted to make Frank feel important. He also wanted to be less dead. He felt as though being dead kind of put a boundary between he and Frank. Yes, he was very disappointed in Frank not being Josh like he had thought, but Frank was even more perfect than he had hoped.
Gerard listened closely as Frank played his song. Once the boy came to the end of this song, he looked up at Gerard and smiled. "Well?" He said. Gerard blinked, then flashed a smile. He stepped next to Frank and laughed a bit. "It was amazing, Frankie! Oh my gosh!" Gerard gushed. Frankie smiled again and looked down. "Well it wasn't amazing, I know I can do better, I just gotta keep practicing." He said. Gerard shook his head and took Frank's arm. "Man, it's too bad you're alive, we could really use you in the band. We need a rhythmic guitarist." Gerard said. Frank bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah... it's too bad, huh?" He said. Gerard walked across the room and sat on a couch placed there. He patted the seat next to him, where Frank happily sat. Gerard smiled and glanced over at Mike and Mikey, who stood face to face, their bass guitars around their shoulders. Gerard scoffed, mumbling, "Another bass off." Frank watched as the two began playing random bass solos. He watched their fingers move up and down the strings, playing different chords quickly. He was still surprised to see how fast and agile Mikey was on his bass when that's the complete opposite any other time. It amused him to see the change.
After a while of watching this, Frank turned his attention back to Gerard. The dead man had his head leaned back on the couch, his eyes shut and his lips in a small smile. The pattern of his breathing told Frank that the older man was asleep. Frank smiled and sat up, staring at Gerard. As weird as it must have sounded in his head, but he really was attracted to Gerard. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it (even to himself), he really did love that man. Frank smiled wider, then laid his body closer to Gerard's, curling up close to him. He laid his head on the unbeating chest and closed his eyes. As he started to fall asleep, he could feel a pair of cold yet strong arms wrap around him. He snuggled closer and fell asleep.
Show Pony, Bob, Ray, Billie, and Tre snuck to where the lab was located. Show Pony eyed the lab cautiously, wondering if Dr. Death had gotten up yet or not. He turned back, seeing the group behind him. It had been a while since he had seen other people (dead or alive) other than Dr. Death. It was comforting to know that they didn't all turn evil after they die. "You guys ready?" He said, his voice shaking and cracking. The four nodded, and Ray walked up next to him. "It's gonna be okay, Show Pony, we're not going to let him hurt you." He said reassuringly. He smiled softly at the living man and Show Pony smiled back. He swallowed and turned back to the lab. "Okay, let's go." He said. The wind picked up then, causing Show Pony's hair to fall into his eyes. He shivered from the sudden cold, seeing that he was wearing very little. He wrapped his arms around himself and chewed his lower lip. He then felt something warm wrap around his shoulders. He looked at the jacket that had been placed around them. He looked up at the curly haired dead man, that comforting smile still on his face.
"We wouldn't want you dying of the flu." Ray said. Show Pony smiled and pulled the jacket around him tightly. "Let's go then..." The living man whispered. He began to walk closer and closer to the lab, until he was close enough to touch it. His heart was racing. He had never been more afraid to see Dr. Death before, it hurt him to feel that way toward his one friend. His one love. He could hardly believe that the man that had loved him for so many years could be okay with killing him. The thoughts of this bring tears to his eyes. He wipes the tears away quickly before turning to the others. "Okay, I'm going to go inside, wait five minutes, then come in quietly. Try not to attract attention to yourself. If he finds you, he will kill you. I don't care if you're already dead. He knows how to end you." He said, hating himself inside for saying such awful things about Dr. Death. Yeah, they were true, but he felt like he was betraying him by saying this. "No, Pony, Dr. Death is the one betraying you. You're not doing anything wrong." He thought to himself. He mentally fought with himself for a moment before glancing one more time at the group, and going in.
The lab seemed so much more ominous and terrifying than it used to. Sure, the place was creepy in general, but it seemed to him that the entire atmosphere of the place changed. Show Pony shivered, not from the temperature, but the feel of the place. It gave him the creeps, and it hurt him to feel that way. With his skates in hand, he carefully tip toed through the darkened hallways, searching for Dr. Death's private quarters. Once he found it, he peeked through a small crack in the door. Inside the office, Dr. Death sat in his wheelchair (somehow being able to get back into it). He was hunched over a table. Test tubes, beakers, chemicals everywhere. He was mumbling to himself and it seemed to be repetitive. Show Pony leaned closer to the door to hear what Dr. Death was saying. It was hushed and vague, but he could make out the words "I'll kill him... I'll kill that bastard. He abandoned me, and I'll kill him." Show Pony gasped quietly and felt his heart rate speed up again. Dr. Death was planning to kill him. Show Pony bit his lip hard and held back a quiet whimper. Unfortunately, biting his lip wasn't much help. A small whine escaped his lips. The live man hoped that the sound wasn't loud enough for Dr. Death to hear, but as soon as the sound escaped him, Dr. Death Defying snapped his head to the direction of the door.
Show Pony backed up quickly, accidentally dropping both his skates. They came crashing to the ground, a loud sound echoing the halls. Show Pony instantly gasped again, and started racing down the halls once more. He turned a corner and came running into something. He backed up and looked into Ray's eyes. "Are you okay? What's going on?" Ray asked. Show Pony looked back and then to Ray again. "No, you need to get out of here, all ove you. Go. Now." He said, begging slightly. They all gave him confused looks. "Who's out there?!" A booming voice asked. Show Pony squeaked out of fear and squeezed his eyes shut. Ray put his hand on Show Pony's shoulder. The living man took a deep breath, then turned around and watched in fear as Dr. Death wheeled in. He looked directly at Show Pony, then at the others. "What are you doing back here?" Dr. Death asked, staring holes into Show Pony, who was shaking from fear. "I-I um... w-well......" He said, stuttering, losing track of any thought. Dr. Death glared at him and the rest. "And who are they?!" He barked, causing the one in tights to jump a bit from the volume.
Show Pony looked behind him at the four he grew so quickly to care about. At that, he remembered Frank, and remembered why he had to escape. He looked back at Dr. Death and said, "I'm here because I can't let you do this to Frank, and I wont let you do this to me. I thought you cared about me, but turns out, you only care about yourself. I'm not going to let you kill me because you're time ran out before you wanted it to. I'm getting both me and Frank back up to the surface, and there isn't a fucking thing you can do about it. You had your chance to gain my trust, and for a while, you had it. But I will never trust you again, not after this. You can't convince me that what you're planning is a good idea. I hate you Dr. Death Defying, and I will from now on." The words stung him inside, but he knew they had to be said. Dr. Death only laughed at this. "You think you can defeat me? You silly boy, you don't know what you're up against." He said, his lips twisting up into an evil smirk. Show Pony stook firm, his jaw clenching for a moment. "You don't scare me. You used to be intimidating, but now I know that you're not tough, you just try to act that way. You can't scare me away anymore, I'm fighting for myself now, Dr. Death, I'm done risking my life for you." He said, tears building up in his eyes from the self hate rising inside of him.
It was subtle, but the look in Dr. Death Defying's eyes seemed less intimidating and more scared. "Show Pony, what's happened to you? Don't you remember what we had together? We had something beautiful, don't throw that away, please, I can help you. If you do this for me, I can get a way to bring you back so we can be together again. Don't do this to me. Please, I love you." He said. Show Pony looked at Dr. Death with uncertainty. "I don't think I can believe what you say. You don't love me, you don't love anything." He said, his voice beginning to shake. "No, please, I do love you. You've got to believe me. I don't love anything but you. I'm sorry. I've messed up, I know it, but you can't just leave everything we had behind like this." Dr. Death said. Show Pony stared at him worry filling his eyes. What if Dr. Death was actually telling the truth? What if he meant it this time? Glancing once more at Dr. Death, Show Pony saw tears in his eyes. The living man gasped and took a step forward. At that, a hand clamped onto his shoulder from behind him. He turned his head to see Ray standing there. "Don't believe him. He's lying to you, I can feel it." He warned him. Show Pony jerked his shoulder away quickly. "You don't know him, Ray. You don't know him like I do." He said. Ray gave him one pleading look, his eyebrows tilted in worry. "Show Pony, please. I don't want you hurt." Show Pony locked eyes with Ray for a moment before saying, "Leave, I have this under control now. It's okay. Please go." Ray's eyes opened wide before feeling Billie Joe pulling him out of the lab.
Once they left, Show Pony turned back to Dr. Death Defying. "I'm so sorry I doubted you. Please forgive me." Show Pony said, Dr. Death nodded, smiling. "Come here." He said. Show Pony walked forward, then knelt down on one knee, wrapping his arms around Dr. Death. He burried his face in the crook of his neck and sighed at the feeling of Dr. Death's hand stroking his hair. "I know you never meant to get mad at me, you were just confused. But you didn't let me explain. Will you let me explain it now?" He asked. Show Pony lifted his head, kissed Dr. Death's cheek, and nodded. "Yes, explain away." He said, a smile on his face. Dr. Death's smile widened a bit as Show Pony stood up again. "Thank you. I was going to say that I'd find a way to bring you back up with me... but after this little stunt you pulled, I've changed my mind. You can't be trusted. I'm going to kill you... and it will hurt. I had to get you back somehow, and I know you're gullible. Stupid enough to believe faked tears." Dr. Death said. Show Pony's eyes widened as Dr. Death rose from his wheelchair, slowly limping toward the living boy. "You will never leave here again. Because you're mine!!!!'" Dr. Death shouted. Show Pony tried to scream, but Dr. Death swung something at his head and everything went black.

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