Ghost Stories
Chapter Three: The Nobodies
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions but right now we must get out of here before The Master finds us.”
“W-wait what? Black Parade? The Master? What the fuck is going on!?” I exclaim trying to comprehend everything that has just happened but to no avail.
“You’re dead. You were trapped here but now we’re rescuing you. That’s all you need to know for now.” Frank stated while staring directly into my eyes making my knees feel weak, he’s just so…so perf- wait what? You need to stop fucking gushing now Gerard, you’ve only just met the man/creature/ or whatever the fuck he is. “Come on.” He says while taking hold of my hand, his cold but soft hand gripped mine as he pulled me onto the float, where Birdie and a few others now stood. “Birdie bring us home.” Frank said as Birdie nodded while someone handed her a black, shining trumpet. She gripped the trumpet tightly and closed her caramel eyes. A sweet, melancholy tune filled the silent white void as Birdie played. Suddenly, a bright flash of blue light engulfs the parade and transports us to another dimension. I scream out in agony as it feels like my body is being pulled in a million different directions, I close my eyes hoping for the pain to soon end. After what feels like an eternity of suffering I fall into a state of unconsciousness how I did this is beyond me considering I’m dead, but then again don’t question the gods and their mysterious ways. When I awaken, I find myself in a bed in a dark room alone once again. I sigh while placing a hand to my head considering it hurts like a bitch. I grumble and slowly open my tired eyes, my whole body aches….I thought the one positive to being dead was that you could no longer feel pain, well I guess that’s a lie just like everything else. I hear a door creak open as I close my eyes once more pretending as if I’m still unconscious, the person walks over to the bed I currently reside in and picks up my hand embracing it in a cold yet comforting touch…I know that touch from anywhere, Frank. He squeezes it lightly as if attempting to bring me to life although I’m already dead. My whole body is tense and stiff with nervousness. I want him to leave but at the same time…I need him although I hardly know him. I feel Frank bend down close to my ear as he whispers, “Gerard. You need to wake up now sweetie.” Sweetie? What the hell is going on? Damn being dead is more interesting than being alive. Frank then places a kiss upon the top of my head as he lingers there, presumably sniffing my hair. “You smell sooo good. Oh if only I could kiss you now.” He said as I lay there still frozen, unmoving trying my best not to make any sort of noise. What the literal fuck? Frank fucking Iero wants to kiss me and thinks I smell good? Holy shit, I love being dead. Frank now takes it even a step further as he raises his cold, pallid hand to my cheek and proceeds to stroke it. “Your skin is so soft and pale, you’re so beautiful, now come on baby open those gorgeous hazel eyes for me…I’ll tell you everything once you awaken.” My decaying heart almost comes to life again at the sound of those sweet words escaping his ever alluring lips. I move my limbs and grumble making it look like I am just waking up, I slowly flutter open my eyes to find Frank still staring back at me, a smile played on his lips. “Hey, you’re awake.” He says as I pretend like I’m taking in my surroundings for the first time.
“What the hell happened, were we in some sort of TARDIS?” I say as Frank lets out a slight laugh.
“No, no Gerard…I’ll explain everything.” Frank sighs as he searches for his next words. “Two weeks ago you were shot and killed by a masked gunman, I…I watched it happen. You see I pick out the candidates to join the Black Parade. It can only be people who are broken, beaten, or damned, frankly you were all three. We, the members of the Black Parade, are the saviors of those society left behind or threw away. We give them a new hope when they enter the afterlife, a second chance if you will. So when I saw you die…I knew I had to save you Gerard. Save you from eternal damnation, save you from yourself. The place you went when you passed is like a prison of isolation, a torture chamber where The Master plays with his ‘toys’, the toy in this situation was you. The Master buys lost and unwanted souls from the gods and takes them to his own private hell. It’s a form of entertainment for him. The Master is a fallen god, he used to sit on his throne in the heavens until one day he fucked up and got himself kicked out, literally. He was sent down to rot in hell but somehow eventually climbed up the food chain and now is the god of the lost souls. We try and save as many souls as we can but many times it’s too late, The Master has already drained their sprit. We got to you before The Master ever had a chance to ‘play’ with you. We, you, were fortunate. Oh and the whole ‘TARDIS’ thing well that’s just how we travel to different dimensions, Birdie is a fantastic trumpet player. There are certain tunes to travel to different dimensions…like to travel to this one it’s rather sorrowful and that’s the way we like it. Oh and by the way we are currently in the 28th dimension. Hell is in the 666th dimension which I find rather amusing.” As Frank finishes his little ‘speech’ I try to let his words sink in. But it all just seems like a dream, or rather a nightmare. Nothing seems real anymore. Not since the man who murdered me pulled the trigger.
“W-wait what? Black Parade? The Master? What the fuck is going on!?” I exclaim trying to comprehend everything that has just happened but to no avail.
“You’re dead. You were trapped here but now we’re rescuing you. That’s all you need to know for now.” Frank stated while staring directly into my eyes making my knees feel weak, he’s just so…so perf- wait what? You need to stop fucking gushing now Gerard, you’ve only just met the man/creature/ or whatever the fuck he is. “Come on.” He says while taking hold of my hand, his cold but soft hand gripped mine as he pulled me onto the float, where Birdie and a few others now stood. “Birdie bring us home.” Frank said as Birdie nodded while someone handed her a black, shining trumpet. She gripped the trumpet tightly and closed her caramel eyes. A sweet, melancholy tune filled the silent white void as Birdie played. Suddenly, a bright flash of blue light engulfs the parade and transports us to another dimension. I scream out in agony as it feels like my body is being pulled in a million different directions, I close my eyes hoping for the pain to soon end. After what feels like an eternity of suffering I fall into a state of unconsciousness how I did this is beyond me considering I’m dead, but then again don’t question the gods and their mysterious ways. When I awaken, I find myself in a bed in a dark room alone once again. I sigh while placing a hand to my head considering it hurts like a bitch. I grumble and slowly open my tired eyes, my whole body aches….I thought the one positive to being dead was that you could no longer feel pain, well I guess that’s a lie just like everything else. I hear a door creak open as I close my eyes once more pretending as if I’m still unconscious, the person walks over to the bed I currently reside in and picks up my hand embracing it in a cold yet comforting touch…I know that touch from anywhere, Frank. He squeezes it lightly as if attempting to bring me to life although I’m already dead. My whole body is tense and stiff with nervousness. I want him to leave but at the same time…I need him although I hardly know him. I feel Frank bend down close to my ear as he whispers, “Gerard. You need to wake up now sweetie.” Sweetie? What the hell is going on? Damn being dead is more interesting than being alive. Frank then places a kiss upon the top of my head as he lingers there, presumably sniffing my hair. “You smell sooo good. Oh if only I could kiss you now.” He said as I lay there still frozen, unmoving trying my best not to make any sort of noise. What the literal fuck? Frank fucking Iero wants to kiss me and thinks I smell good? Holy shit, I love being dead. Frank now takes it even a step further as he raises his cold, pallid hand to my cheek and proceeds to stroke it. “Your skin is so soft and pale, you’re so beautiful, now come on baby open those gorgeous hazel eyes for me…I’ll tell you everything once you awaken.” My decaying heart almost comes to life again at the sound of those sweet words escaping his ever alluring lips. I move my limbs and grumble making it look like I am just waking up, I slowly flutter open my eyes to find Frank still staring back at me, a smile played on his lips. “Hey, you’re awake.” He says as I pretend like I’m taking in my surroundings for the first time.
“What the hell happened, were we in some sort of TARDIS?” I say as Frank lets out a slight laugh.
“No, no Gerard…I’ll explain everything.” Frank sighs as he searches for his next words. “Two weeks ago you were shot and killed by a masked gunman, I…I watched it happen. You see I pick out the candidates to join the Black Parade. It can only be people who are broken, beaten, or damned, frankly you were all three. We, the members of the Black Parade, are the saviors of those society left behind or threw away. We give them a new hope when they enter the afterlife, a second chance if you will. So when I saw you die…I knew I had to save you Gerard. Save you from eternal damnation, save you from yourself. The place you went when you passed is like a prison of isolation, a torture chamber where The Master plays with his ‘toys’, the toy in this situation was you. The Master buys lost and unwanted souls from the gods and takes them to his own private hell. It’s a form of entertainment for him. The Master is a fallen god, he used to sit on his throne in the heavens until one day he fucked up and got himself kicked out, literally. He was sent down to rot in hell but somehow eventually climbed up the food chain and now is the god of the lost souls. We try and save as many souls as we can but many times it’s too late, The Master has already drained their sprit. We got to you before The Master ever had a chance to ‘play’ with you. We, you, were fortunate. Oh and the whole ‘TARDIS’ thing well that’s just how we travel to different dimensions, Birdie is a fantastic trumpet player. There are certain tunes to travel to different dimensions…like to travel to this one it’s rather sorrowful and that’s the way we like it. Oh and by the way we are currently in the 28th dimension. Hell is in the 666th dimension which I find rather amusing.” As Frank finishes his little ‘speech’ I try to let his words sink in. But it all just seems like a dream, or rather a nightmare. Nothing seems real anymore. Not since the man who murdered me pulled the trigger.
Notes
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I like the 2nd and 5th ones :)
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