Enchanted
Nightmare
[u][b]Dr. D’s POV[/b][/u]
I injected yet another large dose of this clouded liquid from the needle into Ghoul’s limp arm, earning a louder beep from the old and slightly rusted Cardiac Monitor that stood beside the small bed. He was still living and breathing; I wasn’t going to give up any time soon. I had removed his jacket and shirt to reveal his burnt chest from the beam that had collided with him. It no longer matched the pale colour of the rest of his thin skin that covered his white bones beneath; instead the lifeless colour was replaced with a sickening brown and purple mix. I suppose you could say that it looked like an extremely deep bruise.
I watched his body move up and down slowly as the machine continued to beep, and I smiled a little as hope struck for the first time today.
I couldn’t knock the smile from my face, and as I started to wheel out of the medical room, I couldn’t help but think of myself as the hero for once.
[u][b]Party Poison’s POV[/b][/u]
I sat with my heavy breathing brother against the surprisingly cool bricks that made up the Diner as we had both started to calm down, and I watched some of the soft clouds pass over us in the pale blue sky. My thoughts kept wondering to the moment when Ghoul had got shot, and the sound of that final blow just kept repeating itself; piercing my ears with the high-pitched screech as the beam had left the burnt nozzle of the pearly white ray gun. In fact; I didn’t even like to think of the gun being pearly, because it makes me think of perfect belongings that make people happy.
But guns weren’t made for that purpose. They were made to destroy – To take away the lives of sometimes innocent people, or to pursue the beholder’s revenge which always ended in a negative way for them, too. They make me sick.
[i]I made myself sick.[/i]
All of those Dracs I’ve killed to save myself; and many Killjoys had risked their lives to save me and Kid when we were being forced away from our lifeless parents by Korse himself. I’ll never forget that particular memory...
[i][u][b]~ Gerard’s POV, Aged 7 ~[/b][/u]
“Mom? Dad?” I called down the stairs after a large crash had sounded. I listened for a response, but no one answered. I began to shake a little as I stepped closer to the first step; scared to see what had happened. My raven black hair swayed over my eyes as I looked down to the ground floor; the front door was open and a silent breeze could be heard throughout the house.
I followed my instincts and sat on the top step before slowly moving down to sit on the one below; my hand shaking as I gripped onto the wooden step above the one that I was sitting on. My breath caught in my throat as I grew nearer to the door, and I froze when I noticed what covered the bottom of our neatly painted white walls and the majority of our now muddy varnished and wooden floorboards.
That one sight was enough to send me over the edge, and I immediately rushed back up the stairs; not even caring about how much noise I made. I sped around the corner once I was upstairs and darted into Mikey’s room, looking around for any sign of him.
“Mikey! Where are you?!” I cried, fearing that I had lost my younger brother to whomever or whatever was downstairs. I frantically ran into my room and even looked under my bed, but he was still nowhere to be found. I then checked the bathroom and our parent’s room, only to find him cowering in the corner behind their bed.
“Mikey!” I gasped, running over to him and hugging him tightly as salty tears ran from my hazel eyes and down my ghostly pale face before dripping onto my little brother’s shoulder.
“Gee?” He whispered, his voice obviously giving away the fact that he was terrified. He was trembling under my embrace, and his face was also so pale to the point where he looked like he was going to throw up. “Gee, why are you crying? Where’s mommy?” He asked, and I tightened my grip around him as his scared voice broke my heart in two and caused more tears to freely flow over my skin.
“W-We have to go Mikey, now.” I stuttered before clearing my throat and wiping my face with the backs of my hands. I was trembling more and more as time passed, and I decided that we needed to get out of here, right now. I knew our mom and dad were never coming back; and I wasn’t planning on expecting to see them again anytime soon.
“Where are we going, Gee?” Mikey asked, his brown eyes meeting my own. I didn’t answer since I didn’t even know that myself; instead I just stood up and extended my hand to him. He carefully took my hand with his two small ones, and I helped pull him onto his feet. We moved quickly into my room, and I grabbed all of the money I owned, along with some spare clothes that I quickly shoved into my black messenger bag that had a faded Misfits logo on it. I then ran into Mikey’s room and packed some spare clothes for him too, and his small and brown teddy bear that I had gave to him when he was born. It had been in many of our generations, going back to the 1950s at least.
Once I had everything we really needed, I picked up Mikey and held him close, making my way to the stairs. “Hold on tight, and don’t look or say anything until I tell you too, Mikes.” I whispered into his ear, and he nodded before tightening his grip around my jacket that I had quickly put on before leaving my room, and burying his face between my shoulder and head to block out his vision. Once I felt his eyes close against my neck, I slowly made my way down the stairs; being careful not to trip or make too much noise that could attract unwanted attention to us both. My black converses made small squeaking noises as they touched the wooden floor, and I flinched a little when I looked down to see what they were covered in.
[b]Blood.[/b]
The whiteness of the shoes weren’t visible now that the metallic red had replaced it, and I quickly averted my gaze to stop myself from feeling too sick. My own shoes; covered in my parent’s blood. I thanked God that Mikey had listened to me when I told him not to look. As I made my way outside, I froze in my tracks as my eyes focused on what surrounded our house.
Standing with an extremely large group of people was a middle-aged man that I had seen on the news and heard about on the radio before, and my mind tried to remember who he was. He made no move and I didn’t either; I think we were both waiting for the other to do so first. After a short amount of time, he finally spoke up.
“We have come to help you and your brother there.” He spoke emotionless, and I frowned.
“Who are you?” I asked, and he just smirked in response. Then suddenly, I realised who he was. The man’s voice from the small radio in my room repeated in my head as it became clearer, and my eyes widened a little more as I took a couple of steps back.
[b]“...His name is Korse, and he should never be approached...”[/b]
I quickly turned to shut the door and ran to the back of the house, hoping that I could escape before they reached us.
[b]“...He is deadly, and his followers known as ‘Draculoids’ carry ray guns that could kill you if they are shot at your vital organs...”[/b]
I swung the door open quickly with one of my hands and then kicked it open, but we were trapped.
[b]“...He is a murderer, and he kidnaps those who he thinks are ‘good enough’ to be a part of the Draculoid’s group, and he is the leader of BLI/nd...”[/b]
I looked around to find more of the men dressed in white with their masks covering their faces, and when I heard a bang come from behind us, I spun around on my heel to find Korse standing in front of the fallen door.
[b]“...Never trust him. He will take you to Battery City if he lets you join them, and from there you will be dosed with many different pills that take over your body...”[/b]
I trembled with Mikey in my arms, and when he took his own white gun from the small pocket that hung from his black trousers, I could feel the tears build up again.
[b]“...Always keep a close eye out for your children in particular, parents, because he believes that the younger the new recruits are, the more they will listen to him...”[/b]
He started walking towards us, and I started walking backwards, only to be greeted with many Draculoids stood right behind me.
[b]“...And one more thing, if he does turn up...”[/b]
I tightened my grip on Mikey and closed my eyes as much as I could, burying my face between his head and shoulder on the opposite side to where he was doing the same to me, and tears fell from my face once again.
[b]“...You’d better hope he either goes soft on you...”[/b]
“I’m so sorry Mikey...” I whispered into his ear, “I’m supposed to be your brother that takes care of you, but I failed... I hope you forgive me when we see each other again soon... I love you, Mikes, never forget that...” I sniffed, and I soon felt and heard someone else’s breath in front of us.
[b]“...Or you pray that someone comes to your aid before it’s too late...”[/b]
Mikey gripped at my jacket tighter, and I could tell he was just as scared as I was when I heard a small whimper leave his mouth. I then felt something square and a little warm on the side of my head, and I kept repeating the two words that I could only just manage.
[b]“...Look alive, sunshine.”[/b]
I injected yet another large dose of this clouded liquid from the needle into Ghoul’s limp arm, earning a louder beep from the old and slightly rusted Cardiac Monitor that stood beside the small bed. He was still living and breathing; I wasn’t going to give up any time soon. I had removed his jacket and shirt to reveal his burnt chest from the beam that had collided with him. It no longer matched the pale colour of the rest of his thin skin that covered his white bones beneath; instead the lifeless colour was replaced with a sickening brown and purple mix. I suppose you could say that it looked like an extremely deep bruise.
I watched his body move up and down slowly as the machine continued to beep, and I smiled a little as hope struck for the first time today.
I couldn’t knock the smile from my face, and as I started to wheel out of the medical room, I couldn’t help but think of myself as the hero for once.
[u][b]Party Poison’s POV[/b][/u]
I sat with my heavy breathing brother against the surprisingly cool bricks that made up the Diner as we had both started to calm down, and I watched some of the soft clouds pass over us in the pale blue sky. My thoughts kept wondering to the moment when Ghoul had got shot, and the sound of that final blow just kept repeating itself; piercing my ears with the high-pitched screech as the beam had left the burnt nozzle of the pearly white ray gun. In fact; I didn’t even like to think of the gun being pearly, because it makes me think of perfect belongings that make people happy.
But guns weren’t made for that purpose. They were made to destroy – To take away the lives of sometimes innocent people, or to pursue the beholder’s revenge which always ended in a negative way for them, too. They make me sick.
[i]I made myself sick.[/i]
All of those Dracs I’ve killed to save myself; and many Killjoys had risked their lives to save me and Kid when we were being forced away from our lifeless parents by Korse himself. I’ll never forget that particular memory...
[i][u][b]~ Gerard’s POV, Aged 7 ~[/b][/u]
“Mom? Dad?” I called down the stairs after a large crash had sounded. I listened for a response, but no one answered. I began to shake a little as I stepped closer to the first step; scared to see what had happened. My raven black hair swayed over my eyes as I looked down to the ground floor; the front door was open and a silent breeze could be heard throughout the house.
I followed my instincts and sat on the top step before slowly moving down to sit on the one below; my hand shaking as I gripped onto the wooden step above the one that I was sitting on. My breath caught in my throat as I grew nearer to the door, and I froze when I noticed what covered the bottom of our neatly painted white walls and the majority of our now muddy varnished and wooden floorboards.
That one sight was enough to send me over the edge, and I immediately rushed back up the stairs; not even caring about how much noise I made. I sped around the corner once I was upstairs and darted into Mikey’s room, looking around for any sign of him.
“Mikey! Where are you?!” I cried, fearing that I had lost my younger brother to whomever or whatever was downstairs. I frantically ran into my room and even looked under my bed, but he was still nowhere to be found. I then checked the bathroom and our parent’s room, only to find him cowering in the corner behind their bed.
“Mikey!” I gasped, running over to him and hugging him tightly as salty tears ran from my hazel eyes and down my ghostly pale face before dripping onto my little brother’s shoulder.
“Gee?” He whispered, his voice obviously giving away the fact that he was terrified. He was trembling under my embrace, and his face was also so pale to the point where he looked like he was going to throw up. “Gee, why are you crying? Where’s mommy?” He asked, and I tightened my grip around him as his scared voice broke my heart in two and caused more tears to freely flow over my skin.
“W-We have to go Mikey, now.” I stuttered before clearing my throat and wiping my face with the backs of my hands. I was trembling more and more as time passed, and I decided that we needed to get out of here, right now. I knew our mom and dad were never coming back; and I wasn’t planning on expecting to see them again anytime soon.
“Where are we going, Gee?” Mikey asked, his brown eyes meeting my own. I didn’t answer since I didn’t even know that myself; instead I just stood up and extended my hand to him. He carefully took my hand with his two small ones, and I helped pull him onto his feet. We moved quickly into my room, and I grabbed all of the money I owned, along with some spare clothes that I quickly shoved into my black messenger bag that had a faded Misfits logo on it. I then ran into Mikey’s room and packed some spare clothes for him too, and his small and brown teddy bear that I had gave to him when he was born. It had been in many of our generations, going back to the 1950s at least.
Once I had everything we really needed, I picked up Mikey and held him close, making my way to the stairs. “Hold on tight, and don’t look or say anything until I tell you too, Mikes.” I whispered into his ear, and he nodded before tightening his grip around my jacket that I had quickly put on before leaving my room, and burying his face between my shoulder and head to block out his vision. Once I felt his eyes close against my neck, I slowly made my way down the stairs; being careful not to trip or make too much noise that could attract unwanted attention to us both. My black converses made small squeaking noises as they touched the wooden floor, and I flinched a little when I looked down to see what they were covered in.
[b]Blood.[/b]
The whiteness of the shoes weren’t visible now that the metallic red had replaced it, and I quickly averted my gaze to stop myself from feeling too sick. My own shoes; covered in my parent’s blood. I thanked God that Mikey had listened to me when I told him not to look. As I made my way outside, I froze in my tracks as my eyes focused on what surrounded our house.
Standing with an extremely large group of people was a middle-aged man that I had seen on the news and heard about on the radio before, and my mind tried to remember who he was. He made no move and I didn’t either; I think we were both waiting for the other to do so first. After a short amount of time, he finally spoke up.
“We have come to help you and your brother there.” He spoke emotionless, and I frowned.
“Who are you?” I asked, and he just smirked in response. Then suddenly, I realised who he was. The man’s voice from the small radio in my room repeated in my head as it became clearer, and my eyes widened a little more as I took a couple of steps back.
[b]“...His name is Korse, and he should never be approached...”[/b]
I quickly turned to shut the door and ran to the back of the house, hoping that I could escape before they reached us.
[b]“...He is deadly, and his followers known as ‘Draculoids’ carry ray guns that could kill you if they are shot at your vital organs...”[/b]
I swung the door open quickly with one of my hands and then kicked it open, but we were trapped.
[b]“...He is a murderer, and he kidnaps those who he thinks are ‘good enough’ to be a part of the Draculoid’s group, and he is the leader of BLI/nd...”[/b]
I looked around to find more of the men dressed in white with their masks covering their faces, and when I heard a bang come from behind us, I spun around on my heel to find Korse standing in front of the fallen door.
[b]“...Never trust him. He will take you to Battery City if he lets you join them, and from there you will be dosed with many different pills that take over your body...”[/b]
I trembled with Mikey in my arms, and when he took his own white gun from the small pocket that hung from his black trousers, I could feel the tears build up again.
[b]“...Always keep a close eye out for your children in particular, parents, because he believes that the younger the new recruits are, the more they will listen to him...”[/b]
He started walking towards us, and I started walking backwards, only to be greeted with many Draculoids stood right behind me.
[b]“...And one more thing, if he does turn up...”[/b]
I tightened my grip on Mikey and closed my eyes as much as I could, burying my face between his head and shoulder on the opposite side to where he was doing the same to me, and tears fell from my face once again.
[b]“...You’d better hope he either goes soft on you...”[/b]
“I’m so sorry Mikey...” I whispered into his ear, “I’m supposed to be your brother that takes care of you, but I failed... I hope you forgive me when we see each other again soon... I love you, Mikes, never forget that...” I sniffed, and I soon felt and heard someone else’s breath in front of us.
[b]“...Or you pray that someone comes to your aid before it’s too late...”[/b]
Mikey gripped at my jacket tighter, and I could tell he was just as scared as I was when I heard a small whimper leave his mouth. I then felt something square and a little warm on the side of my head, and I kept repeating the two words that I could only just manage.
[b]“...Look alive, sunshine.”[/b]
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9/22/14