Life is Colourless

There are two men in a darkened room. One of them is Mikey Way. He’s awake, but he looks rather deep in thought. And very uncomfortable. He’s tied to an old wooden chair. It looks like if it was given half a chance, it would give you splinters.

His upper arms are in tatters, though for some reason he can’t feel it. Why he can’t is confusing. The cuts weren’t particularly deep, but enough to cause pain. At least some.

Maybe it’s in his subconscious. Fuck, what am I saying? What the hell does his fucking subconscious have to do with it? Okay, shut up now. Maybe he just can’t feel it, that’s all. Though why is a mystery…

He has marks going up and down his legs. Burns. Bad ones. Really deep ones.As in, nerve damage deep. This is why he didn’t feel them. No questions this time. That’s not gonna go well later…

Speaking of burns, he has another one on his chest. Maybe second degree? Not deep, but it’s the ones that aren’t deep that cause the most pain.

The other guy, MF, is sat in the corner of the room. In a rather more comfortable looking chair, might I add. He doesn’t appear to be doing anything else than just being. Just sitting there, staring into space. His face is emotionless.

The door, just to the right of MF, swings open. He seems shocked, he jumps up off of his seat and stutters out his words.

‘V-v-victor? W-w-why are you h-here? You’re not m-m-meant to be h-here. Why are y-you here?’ This all comes out in a rush, like he doesn’t want Victor to be here.

‘Shut up, you little shit. Where is he?’
‘I d-don’t think you w-want to see him j-just yet, Victor’
‘The hell I don’t! Where’s the light switch, I’ll do it myself’ He feels around the wall for a while before his fingers brush against the light switch. He flicks it, and just about explodes.

‘What the fuck did you do? Did you not realise that I wanted him to be fucking alive? How the hell am I meant to see what that weird gay couple have that makes them invincible to me? Ever think of that? Huh? Shoulda known you would do this, you fucked up little psychopath’

MF is shaking with fear. He doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. Surely Victor wanted Mikey to get hurt? He was gonna mess up the entire plan, anyway. With his brother and his brothers’ boyfriend.

‘He’s not dead. Only unconscious. So what does it matter if he’s hurt? He’s not dead. Why does Victor think that I would leave him alone? I can’t help it. It’s just this thing inside of me, telling me to cut and burn and break anyone or anything I meet. That’s why I’m stuck inside, isn’t it?’

Victor breaks his train of thought (doubt) with a few simple words:

‘You’re just lucky he isn’t dead, Mike’

Notes

Hey guys! For all of you who didn't guess (5, maybe) MF is Mike Fuentes! Comments before I update again, please! Bye