*Mikey Way’s POV*
Frank and I glanced at each other before entering the room in which Gerard had stepped into before he disappeared. It was dark as night, and all I could hear were Frank’s worried breaths. I felt his hand grab my arm as he suddenly stumbled into something.
‘The fuck was that?’ he whispered.
I reached out in attempt to feel what Frank had walked into. My hands felt the outline of what seemed to be some sort of polished wood.
‘I think it’s a table.’ I said quietly. I began to sweep my hands slowly across the thought-to-be-table and felt another object. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands and feeling the outline of it.
‘I’m pretty sure this is a lighter.’ I announced. I felt for an ignition and sure enough I found one. I quickly clicked it and watched the flame spark to life.


The small amount of light showed Franks panicked face. I smiled at him encouragingly and moved the lighter back towards the place where I had found it. Sure enough, it was a table, but also on top of it was a candle. I looked at it, puzzled, but decided to light it, feeling my thumb beginning to ache from holding the lighter’s switch down.
The candle was quickly lit. I picked it up.
‘Here,’ I said, holding the lighter out to Frank. ‘Take this just in case we get separated.’
‘We won’t!’ Frank said immediately, snatching the lighter from my hands. I shrugged, holding the candle out towards the middle of the room.

There wasn’t anything very interesting about it. A light, faded coat of orange paint covered the walls which had a few paintings hung up on them and a few dusty shelves. There was a door on the wall facing opposite us. I lowered the candle to the ground to make sure there wasn’t anything that would set off a trap or anything. I was busy making sure it was safe until I heard Frank whimper.
‘No. Fuck!’ he whispered.
‘Frank?’ I said, stepping towards him. His eyes were fixated on the ground in front of him. I looked at him warily before slowly lowering the candle to the place that he was staring at.


A large, newly made patch on blood was seeping into the dirty carpet below us. I gasped.
‘That’s not Gerard’s!’ I cried, bolting up. ‘It’s not, it’s not!’
Frank began to sob, throwing his fists against the wall. I couldn’t breathe. I felt sick. That’s my brother’s blood, I know it is. I felt my stomach gurgle before I ran to the closest corner of the room and started violently throwing up. I was petrified. Gerard was injured and I had no idea where he was. I couldn’t help him. I felt Frank pat my back lightly, whispering supporting things as my stomach was emptied. I wiped my mouth clean, turning my attention to Frank’s tear-stained cheeks.
‘Mikey, I-‘
‘We have to find them.’ I said, sternly. ‘We have to find Ray and Gerard.’
‘I know!’ Frank cried, clearly as frustrated as I was, ‘but who knows how large this place is! Who knows how long it’ll be before we find them. What if they’re still hurt? What if they don’t-‘
‘FRANK! Don’t fucking talk like that! They’ll be okay! We’ll find them, okay? You and me!’ I said, shaking Frank with my free hand. He looked at me sadly before nodding. I smiled slightly, before turning my back on him and walking to the other side of the room.
‘Check that side to see if there’s anything on those shelves that can help us for later.’ I instructed, turning to Frank. He obeyed, already searching the shelves on his side. I held the candle in front of me and began to look at the objects in front me. There were a couple of creepy looking dolls, but nothing useful. I stepped over to the next shelf and continued my search.


Suddenly, I felt a strong hand clamp over my hand and another take hold of my arms. I struggled and tried to yell out but I failed. I continued to struggle, turning to look at Frank. He was still busy searching, completely oblivious to what was happening. I went to shout again before feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down to see a deep gash near my stomach. I felt faint as the candle promptly fell from my finger tips, my legs going numb before slipping into a deep sleep.

Notes

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I bought MCR's Conventional Weapons album today. I'm like sobbing. TOO MANY FEELS. But yeah, offically have all of their albums now~
Have a great day, and don't forget to spoil your mothers, grandmas, aunties or who ever may be looking after you, tomorrow! Happy Mothers Day, chickens!


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