We're All Dead Now!
Kill All Your Friends
“My dear, this day is so wonderful, but I really wouldn’t want you to be attacked, now, would I?” Gerard said to the woman. She was know for being... how can I put this lightly... one phalange short of a decapitated hand.
“Attacked by whom, exactly?” She said cautiously.
“Haven’t you heard of that crazed serial killer in town?” He said politely. She nodded, finally getting it.
“Follow me and I’ll walk you home, or I could call a cab if you prefer.”
“A cab would be nice.” She smiled. Oh, she’s going to be very enjoyable.
“My house is down this street.” Gerard led her down Cemetery Drive, into the wonderful little house.
“Can we just have a bit of a chat before I call? I would love to get to know you better.” He said, leading her to the large couch in what used to be a den.
“Oh, sure. Well, I’m Casey Davidson, I like the color purple, and I enjoy doing my makeup. How about you?”
“Hello, Casey. I’m Gerard Way, I like the color red, and enjoy killing people.” She cocked her head to the side, like a confused puppy.
“That’s an odd thing to like, Gerard.” She smiled. “But I’m sure we can get passed that and become great friends!” My god, she really IS an idiot.
“I also want to tell you a little bit more about yourself. You see, Casey Davidson, you’re going to be number ninety nine, your final resting place will be this house, and within 20 seconds, you’re going to regret ever following me.” Frank jumped on her, placing some tape over her mouth. She was on the floor in ten seconds flat. Gerard held up his own knife, slicing the most beautiful patterns into her skin. They were accented by the dark red of blood, and in some places, the bright white of bone. It was so, so beautiful. All of the swirls, the hearts, the smiles, embedded bone-deep into her for the rest of her natural life. Of course, that would be over in a few moments. I went to carve in the smile when Frank and Gerard pushed me away. ‘That’s fine.’ I thought. ‘I’ll help out with the hundredth one.’, but oh, so wrong I was.
“You know,” said Frank. “I think we should make 100 tonight.” I could hear his smile.
“I agree, my friend.” Gerard replied. “They still suspect us. They’re also starting to suspect you.” He pointed at me.
“You did always get in the way. What with your bossiness and affection and what not.” Frank said, coming at me with the knife. He dug it into my stomach, twisting it around, twirling it every which way. Gerard’s strong hands wrapped around my throat, keeping the blood from coming out of my mouth. I didn’t struggle. I didn’t kick. I didn’t scream. I smiled. It was already too late to stop it, so I might as well sit back and enjoy it. Well, here I am. I’m in the midst of being stabbed and strangled by my two best friends. Only now, you know why. As much as I smiled, it hurt. It hurt like hell. It was more emotional pain than physical, which was surprising. It was just the betrayal. It still felt amazing to experience what we had been doing to people for all these months. It seemed so much longer than it was. The hands left my neck, and the knife, my stomach. I saw Gerard kiss Frank as they walked through the door, into the sunset of the early evening.
“Honey,” Gerard said. “I think we should start a band.”
End.
“Attacked by whom, exactly?” She said cautiously.
“Haven’t you heard of that crazed serial killer in town?” He said politely. She nodded, finally getting it.
“Follow me and I’ll walk you home, or I could call a cab if you prefer.”
“A cab would be nice.” She smiled. Oh, she’s going to be very enjoyable.
“My house is down this street.” Gerard led her down Cemetery Drive, into the wonderful little house.
“Can we just have a bit of a chat before I call? I would love to get to know you better.” He said, leading her to the large couch in what used to be a den.
“Oh, sure. Well, I’m Casey Davidson, I like the color purple, and I enjoy doing my makeup. How about you?”
“Hello, Casey. I’m Gerard Way, I like the color red, and enjoy killing people.” She cocked her head to the side, like a confused puppy.
“That’s an odd thing to like, Gerard.” She smiled. “But I’m sure we can get passed that and become great friends!” My god, she really IS an idiot.
“I also want to tell you a little bit more about yourself. You see, Casey Davidson, you’re going to be number ninety nine, your final resting place will be this house, and within 20 seconds, you’re going to regret ever following me.” Frank jumped on her, placing some tape over her mouth. She was on the floor in ten seconds flat. Gerard held up his own knife, slicing the most beautiful patterns into her skin. They were accented by the dark red of blood, and in some places, the bright white of bone. It was so, so beautiful. All of the swirls, the hearts, the smiles, embedded bone-deep into her for the rest of her natural life. Of course, that would be over in a few moments. I went to carve in the smile when Frank and Gerard pushed me away. ‘That’s fine.’ I thought. ‘I’ll help out with the hundredth one.’, but oh, so wrong I was.
“You know,” said Frank. “I think we should make 100 tonight.” I could hear his smile.
“I agree, my friend.” Gerard replied. “They still suspect us. They’re also starting to suspect you.” He pointed at me.
“You did always get in the way. What with your bossiness and affection and what not.” Frank said, coming at me with the knife. He dug it into my stomach, twisting it around, twirling it every which way. Gerard’s strong hands wrapped around my throat, keeping the blood from coming out of my mouth. I didn’t struggle. I didn’t kick. I didn’t scream. I smiled. It was already too late to stop it, so I might as well sit back and enjoy it. Well, here I am. I’m in the midst of being stabbed and strangled by my two best friends. Only now, you know why. As much as I smiled, it hurt. It hurt like hell. It was more emotional pain than physical, which was surprising. It was just the betrayal. It still felt amazing to experience what we had been doing to people for all these months. It seemed so much longer than it was. The hands left my neck, and the knife, my stomach. I saw Gerard kiss Frank as they walked through the door, into the sunset of the early evening.
“Honey,” Gerard said. “I think we should start a band.”
End.
Notes
...and never again, and never again, they gave us two shots to the back of the head andWE'RE ALL DEAD NOW!
7/30/13