Lost and Alone - My Chemical Romance Horror Story
Chapter 11 - Eyes
*Mikey Way’s POV*
I woke up to the feeling of straps against my wrists. I looked up, dazed, to either side of me to see two large men strapping me into a strange chair. I blinked lazily and looked in front of me. There was an old looking table turned upside down, and long mirror almost covering the whole wall on my left and two long, rusty spikes a couple of metres in front of me that was built into this robot looking thing. I didn’t have any idea what to call it. It reminded me of that Walle guy, you know, the little robot that saves the earth? I shook my head, ridding the stupid thought from my head before turning back to the men.
‘Get your filthy fucking hands off me!’ I spat, tugging at the straps. One of the men just grunted and looked at his partner. His partner looked at me and promptly slapped me across the face before continuing with his duty.
‘Shut the hell up.’ he mumbled.
‘Don’t fucking touch me, you pig.’ I whispered threateningly, my cheek stinging. One of them laughed, tightening the strap harshly.
‘What are you going to do about it? You’re kind of hopeless.’ he chuckled, shaking his head.
‘Quiet, idiots.’ a new voice said. I looked around and spotted a speaker that looked like the one I had in my original room. ‘Don’t be rude to our guest.’
After a couple of me trying to push against the force of the grips of the straps, the men took a final tug at the them, which were now on my ankles and across my chest as well as my wrists, and left the room, leaving me alone with the shiny speaker which almost seemed to be glaring at me from the corner of the ceiling. I looked down at the chair and noticed that it had bolts going through the legs and into the ground beneath me. I sighed and hung my head. I was getting extremely sick and confused about all of this.
‘Why am I here?’ I called out, rather lamely and having my head still hung. I didn’t even want to try anymore.
‘You tired, hm?’ I heard the voice reply. I shrugged. I wasn’t exactly tired; I was just getting lazy in trying to do anything.
‘I can’t be bothered.’ I sighed, flipping my head up and letting a strand of my bleach-blonde hair dangle down my forehead. I slumped in the chair slightly, trying to be comfortable.
‘Wow, Mikey,’ the voice said, a tone of shock in their voice. ‘You’re not bothered about your life ending at all?’
I sat up in a flash.
‘What?’ I asked, hurriedly. The speaker laughed.
‘Now you’re interested.’
‘Well, yes, if someone mentions my life ending then I think I’d be a bit more than interested.’ I scoffed. The speaker sighed.
‘Don’t be a sarcastic bitch, Mikey.’ he warned. I flinched, slightly hurt. Which confused me, seeing that I was meant to be dying soon.
‘My apologies,’ I said. ‘So, how am I meant to be dying?’
‘This is the fun part. I love seeing your faces when I explain what’s going to happen.’
‘Faces?’ I questioned. My brain clicked on until I swore I heard a ‘bing!’ ‘Wait, is this happening to the guys, too? Where the fuck are they? Are they okay?! That’s my brother there, you know!’
‘Well, they’re not going to die exactly how you are.’ the voice sighed.
‘Oh, how fucking reassuring.’
‘No,no, they’re going through different things individually. Yours is probably the worst. But, Frank is okay.’ the voice stated. I sighed with relief, knowing that at least was alright.
‘Although,’ the voice said, almost as if he was wondering about something, ‘he’s probably worse off than the three of you are.’
‘How?’ I asked, almost in a whisper.
‘Well, you see, he is the one who has to save you all. You all have 60 minutes each, now, until your fate reaches you.’
‘What fate?!’ I yelled.
‘See that thing in front of you?’
I tore my gaze off the speaker and looked at the strange contraption in front of me.
‘Do you have any clue where those spikes are level with?’ the voice chuckled. I froze. Fuck, what?! I stared hard at it after realising.
‘My eyes?!’ I screamed.
‘One point for Mikey!’ the voice laughed hysterically. ‘So, every minute that passes, that little cutie is going to edge a bit closer to you. You’re all tight and snug, yes? Can’t move?’
‘Fuck off.’ I growled.
‘It’s going to get closer and closer, and hopefully get cosy with you. Or, I should rather say, in you. That is if your midget friend doesn’t find you first. Which I doubt, seeing how he has the other two to deal with as well.’
I started sweating and cursing, struggling against my barricades. I was terrified. Why was this happening?
I woke up to the feeling of straps against my wrists. I looked up, dazed, to either side of me to see two large men strapping me into a strange chair. I blinked lazily and looked in front of me. There was an old looking table turned upside down, and long mirror almost covering the whole wall on my left and two long, rusty spikes a couple of metres in front of me that was built into this robot looking thing. I didn’t have any idea what to call it. It reminded me of that Walle guy, you know, the little robot that saves the earth? I shook my head, ridding the stupid thought from my head before turning back to the men.
‘Get your filthy fucking hands off me!’ I spat, tugging at the straps. One of the men just grunted and looked at his partner. His partner looked at me and promptly slapped me across the face before continuing with his duty.
‘Shut the hell up.’ he mumbled.
‘Don’t fucking touch me, you pig.’ I whispered threateningly, my cheek stinging. One of them laughed, tightening the strap harshly.
‘What are you going to do about it? You’re kind of hopeless.’ he chuckled, shaking his head.
‘Quiet, idiots.’ a new voice said. I looked around and spotted a speaker that looked like the one I had in my original room. ‘Don’t be rude to our guest.’
After a couple of me trying to push against the force of the grips of the straps, the men took a final tug at the them, which were now on my ankles and across my chest as well as my wrists, and left the room, leaving me alone with the shiny speaker which almost seemed to be glaring at me from the corner of the ceiling. I looked down at the chair and noticed that it had bolts going through the legs and into the ground beneath me. I sighed and hung my head. I was getting extremely sick and confused about all of this.
‘Why am I here?’ I called out, rather lamely and having my head still hung. I didn’t even want to try anymore.
‘You tired, hm?’ I heard the voice reply. I shrugged. I wasn’t exactly tired; I was just getting lazy in trying to do anything.
‘I can’t be bothered.’ I sighed, flipping my head up and letting a strand of my bleach-blonde hair dangle down my forehead. I slumped in the chair slightly, trying to be comfortable.
‘Wow, Mikey,’ the voice said, a tone of shock in their voice. ‘You’re not bothered about your life ending at all?’
I sat up in a flash.
‘What?’ I asked, hurriedly. The speaker laughed.
‘Now you’re interested.’
‘Well, yes, if someone mentions my life ending then I think I’d be a bit more than interested.’ I scoffed. The speaker sighed.
‘Don’t be a sarcastic bitch, Mikey.’ he warned. I flinched, slightly hurt. Which confused me, seeing that I was meant to be dying soon.
‘My apologies,’ I said. ‘So, how am I meant to be dying?’
‘This is the fun part. I love seeing your faces when I explain what’s going to happen.’
‘Faces?’ I questioned. My brain clicked on until I swore I heard a ‘bing!’ ‘Wait, is this happening to the guys, too? Where the fuck are they? Are they okay?! That’s my brother there, you know!’
‘Well, they’re not going to die exactly how you are.’ the voice sighed.
‘Oh, how fucking reassuring.’
‘No,no, they’re going through different things individually. Yours is probably the worst. But, Frank is okay.’ the voice stated. I sighed with relief, knowing that at least was alright.
‘Although,’ the voice said, almost as if he was wondering about something, ‘he’s probably worse off than the three of you are.’
‘How?’ I asked, almost in a whisper.
‘Well, you see, he is the one who has to save you all. You all have 60 minutes each, now, until your fate reaches you.’
‘What fate?!’ I yelled.
‘See that thing in front of you?’
I tore my gaze off the speaker and looked at the strange contraption in front of me.
‘Do you have any clue where those spikes are level with?’ the voice chuckled. I froze. Fuck, what?! I stared hard at it after realising.
‘My eyes?!’ I screamed.
‘One point for Mikey!’ the voice laughed hysterically. ‘So, every minute that passes, that little cutie is going to edge a bit closer to you. You’re all tight and snug, yes? Can’t move?’
‘Fuck off.’ I growled.
‘It’s going to get closer and closer, and hopefully get cosy with you. Or, I should rather say, in you. That is if your midget friend doesn’t find you first. Which I doubt, seeing how he has the other two to deal with as well.’
I started sweating and cursing, struggling against my barricades. I was terrified. Why was this happening?
Notes
erhmerhgerd merkeyyyso here's a longish one for you. the lovely comments have put me in a good mood ♥.
EEEEE okay sorry it's been kind of back and forth between Mikey and Frank but i'll get to the other guys soon. Promise! alsooo, i'm kinda considering killing someone off but i don't know who and i don't know how long i should until i do it :3
I've been posting one chapter a night, and that's what i'll be continuing to do. so be patient, if you can, please!
also i looooooooooooove your comments, they make me so happy :') thank you! enjoy xx
when is chapter 15 coming? hopefully soon... i stopped reading cuz it seems like authors arent trying anymore but this has me excited and wanting more
12/12/14