Ghost Stories
Chapter Five: It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Fucking Deathwish
“We called it that before Green Day even existed.” I state as Gerard mouths ‘oh’ and we continue on our way, my hand still in his.
“Frankie, Frankie!” I hear Birdie scream as we near the black pearly gates which serves as an entrance into the City Of The Damned, black skyscrapers pierce the sullen skies, the dead roam the brick streets clothed in black, and a lone clock tower looms in the distance. Foreboding mist forever blankets the city streets. Birdie nears, waving her hands wildly, her silky blonde locks flow in the wind, most of her delicate features are hidden behind skeleton face paint but her piercing caramel eyes demand your full attention. Her tall, slim figure is clothed in a short black dress, with a black corset wrapped tightly around her waist, and her famous parade jacket. She finally makes her way over to us and pauses to catch her breath but finally regains her composure as she stands up, I’ve always hated how much taller she is than me. “We’ve got a problem, Corin Gray has died sooner than anticipated and now The Master has gotten a hold of her, she needs immediate extraction or else she could become another victim.” Birdie voices a look of concern located promptly on her face.
Oh yes Corin Gray, the teenager who never gave in to society’s wicked ways no matter how much she was hurt for it, both of her drug addict parents abused her until she was a bloody mess, she was an optimist even in her pessimist situation…she always had hope for the future. But sadly her tale does not have a happy ending. Her destiny foretold that on the night of October 11th she would meet her demise at the hands of her classmates. Corin’s peers always portrayed her as a witch, the only evidence that they had against her was that she dressed in the gothic fashion and always wore dark makeup and dyed her hair black. But living in a small Podunk town filled with ignorant bigots wasn’t easy for poor Corin. She was damned from the start. That terrible night, ten of her peers would kidnap her from her own home, drug and beat her then bring her to the football fields. They would tie her up against the yellow goal post and proceed to stone her, Corin’s cries for help would fill the night air, but no help would ever come, until sweet, innocent death finally came to relieve her of her pain. Corin’s broken, and beaten body would remain tied to the goal post until the next morning when the police would come to collect it. But the corrupt police department would never search for a murderer even though they knew exactly who did it. Her parent’s would never mourn her death, no one will ever shed a single tear for Corin. She will be buried in a shallow unmarked grave in the woods. Social injustice in its truest form. Corin’s case is one the worst I’ve ever seen, she shall not die in vain, the Black Parade will give her the hope that she desired for so long.
“When and how did she perish?” I inquire as I grab onto Gerard and follow Birdie to the City Hall where we do our business, the business of misery.
“Just last night and she died the way we predicted, only earlier.” Birdie said as we rushed to our destination pushing past the dark-clothed masses, corpses on skeleton horses stroll down the city streets, and we hear a melancholy tune being played on a piano, music always echoes throughout the city. We like to refer to it as the Tune of the Dead. Last night is five days earlier than Corin’s original date of death.
“The Master got to her that fast?” I ask as Birdie turns to look at me, her caramel eyes wracked with both desperation and fear for Corin’s safety.
“He’s been waiting for her, I’m sure he’s already started torturing her unfortunate soul, we have to save her.” Birdie voiced, determination and vengeance has now taken hold of her.
“We will, Birdie, I promise.” I say as I know that Birdie is the one who has observed Corin, she’s been with her from the beginning, and I know how much she cares for her. Birdie just nods but I know she’s unsure of my words. We finally reach City Hall and burst through the black doors. We rush up the porcelain stairs leading to our meeting area. I’m still holding unto Gerard’s hand and I’m sure he’s confused as fuck by now, and I can’t blame him. I turn around and face him, “Gee…I’m sorry to say this but you’re going to have to come with us, I can’t leave you here….there’s an extra parade uniform on the round table if you want to change into it considering you’re now a member of the Black Parade.” I say while my hands are rested upon Gerard’s shoulders. He nods but I see fear in his eyes, he knows he might have to face The Master, and I’m sure he’s scared shitless but then again so am I. Gerard heads over to the big round table in the center of the room. The room is painted black, the floors are porcelain and the walls have a lacy flower pattern etched through them. Large windows scatter the walls, letting in a dim, gray light. Birdie and a few others including: Hayley Williams, Pete Wentz, Brendon Urie, Jared Leto, and Marilyn Manson are standing around the round table, gathering their swords and revolvers. We like to call ourselves the Knights of the Round Table which Birdie and I find rather amusing. I stride over picking up my shinning sliver sword, the blade is thin but sharp and will destroy any of The Master demon’s that we encounter. Gerard heads into a different room to change, I wait for him, and when he steps out, my jaw all but drops at the sight of the beautiful creature standing in front of me. The black parade uniform fits him perfectly, all I want to do right now is kiss him, but I know I can’t, we have a mission we must carry out. And I can’t let my selfish desires get in the way of saving Corin. I hand Gerard a sword and he grabs it hesitantly. “It’s okay Gee, I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I’ll protect you.” I say as Gerard smiles and steps closer to me embracing me in a tight hug. Wait? He hugging me, holy shit. I relish this moment seeing that this may be the only opportunity I get to hold the boy that I love. I wrap my arms around his waist as his head rests against my chest.
“Thanks Frankie, for saving me, for everything.” Gee whispers as I lay a kiss upon the top of his head once more, taking in his sweet scent.
“My Pleasure Gee.” I speak softly as I hear Pete say “Awwww, isn’t that adorable? Just fuck already you two.” Gerard pulls away at this point and blushes, I give Pete the ‘I’m-going-to-fucking-kill-you’ look as he sees this and puts his hands in the air and mouths ‘sorry’. I roll my eyes and sigh while grabbing Gee’s soft hand and pulling him over to the round table.
“Ready?” Birdie asks as I nod, we already know what we must do.
“Frankie, Frankie!” I hear Birdie scream as we near the black pearly gates which serves as an entrance into the City Of The Damned, black skyscrapers pierce the sullen skies, the dead roam the brick streets clothed in black, and a lone clock tower looms in the distance. Foreboding mist forever blankets the city streets. Birdie nears, waving her hands wildly, her silky blonde locks flow in the wind, most of her delicate features are hidden behind skeleton face paint but her piercing caramel eyes demand your full attention. Her tall, slim figure is clothed in a short black dress, with a black corset wrapped tightly around her waist, and her famous parade jacket. She finally makes her way over to us and pauses to catch her breath but finally regains her composure as she stands up, I’ve always hated how much taller she is than me. “We’ve got a problem, Corin Gray has died sooner than anticipated and now The Master has gotten a hold of her, she needs immediate extraction or else she could become another victim.” Birdie voices a look of concern located promptly on her face.
Oh yes Corin Gray, the teenager who never gave in to society’s wicked ways no matter how much she was hurt for it, both of her drug addict parents abused her until she was a bloody mess, she was an optimist even in her pessimist situation…she always had hope for the future. But sadly her tale does not have a happy ending. Her destiny foretold that on the night of October 11th she would meet her demise at the hands of her classmates. Corin’s peers always portrayed her as a witch, the only evidence that they had against her was that she dressed in the gothic fashion and always wore dark makeup and dyed her hair black. But living in a small Podunk town filled with ignorant bigots wasn’t easy for poor Corin. She was damned from the start. That terrible night, ten of her peers would kidnap her from her own home, drug and beat her then bring her to the football fields. They would tie her up against the yellow goal post and proceed to stone her, Corin’s cries for help would fill the night air, but no help would ever come, until sweet, innocent death finally came to relieve her of her pain. Corin’s broken, and beaten body would remain tied to the goal post until the next morning when the police would come to collect it. But the corrupt police department would never search for a murderer even though they knew exactly who did it. Her parent’s would never mourn her death, no one will ever shed a single tear for Corin. She will be buried in a shallow unmarked grave in the woods. Social injustice in its truest form. Corin’s case is one the worst I’ve ever seen, she shall not die in vain, the Black Parade will give her the hope that she desired for so long.
“When and how did she perish?” I inquire as I grab onto Gerard and follow Birdie to the City Hall where we do our business, the business of misery.
“Just last night and she died the way we predicted, only earlier.” Birdie said as we rushed to our destination pushing past the dark-clothed masses, corpses on skeleton horses stroll down the city streets, and we hear a melancholy tune being played on a piano, music always echoes throughout the city. We like to refer to it as the Tune of the Dead. Last night is five days earlier than Corin’s original date of death.
“The Master got to her that fast?” I ask as Birdie turns to look at me, her caramel eyes wracked with both desperation and fear for Corin’s safety.
“He’s been waiting for her, I’m sure he’s already started torturing her unfortunate soul, we have to save her.” Birdie voiced, determination and vengeance has now taken hold of her.
“We will, Birdie, I promise.” I say as I know that Birdie is the one who has observed Corin, she’s been with her from the beginning, and I know how much she cares for her. Birdie just nods but I know she’s unsure of my words. We finally reach City Hall and burst through the black doors. We rush up the porcelain stairs leading to our meeting area. I’m still holding unto Gerard’s hand and I’m sure he’s confused as fuck by now, and I can’t blame him. I turn around and face him, “Gee…I’m sorry to say this but you’re going to have to come with us, I can’t leave you here….there’s an extra parade uniform on the round table if you want to change into it considering you’re now a member of the Black Parade.” I say while my hands are rested upon Gerard’s shoulders. He nods but I see fear in his eyes, he knows he might have to face The Master, and I’m sure he’s scared shitless but then again so am I. Gerard heads over to the big round table in the center of the room. The room is painted black, the floors are porcelain and the walls have a lacy flower pattern etched through them. Large windows scatter the walls, letting in a dim, gray light. Birdie and a few others including: Hayley Williams, Pete Wentz, Brendon Urie, Jared Leto, and Marilyn Manson are standing around the round table, gathering their swords and revolvers. We like to call ourselves the Knights of the Round Table which Birdie and I find rather amusing. I stride over picking up my shinning sliver sword, the blade is thin but sharp and will destroy any of The Master demon’s that we encounter. Gerard heads into a different room to change, I wait for him, and when he steps out, my jaw all but drops at the sight of the beautiful creature standing in front of me. The black parade uniform fits him perfectly, all I want to do right now is kiss him, but I know I can’t, we have a mission we must carry out. And I can’t let my selfish desires get in the way of saving Corin. I hand Gerard a sword and he grabs it hesitantly. “It’s okay Gee, I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I’ll protect you.” I say as Gerard smiles and steps closer to me embracing me in a tight hug. Wait? He hugging me, holy shit. I relish this moment seeing that this may be the only opportunity I get to hold the boy that I love. I wrap my arms around his waist as his head rests against my chest.
“Thanks Frankie, for saving me, for everything.” Gee whispers as I lay a kiss upon the top of his head once more, taking in his sweet scent.
“My Pleasure Gee.” I speak softly as I hear Pete say “Awwww, isn’t that adorable? Just fuck already you two.” Gerard pulls away at this point and blushes, I give Pete the ‘I’m-going-to-fucking-kill-you’ look as he sees this and puts his hands in the air and mouths ‘sorry’. I roll my eyes and sigh while grabbing Gee’s soft hand and pulling him over to the round table.
“Ready?” Birdie asks as I nod, we already know what we must do.
Notes
Hello once again beautiful peoples. Please leave a comment or you can just message me, just to message me since I don't have many creatures to socialize with considering I spend my days in my room watching Netflix, writing and/or reading fanfiction, on YouTube, and apparently wallowing in my own self-pity. Damn I'm sorry you didn't need nor want to read that but anyway I FUCKING LOVE YOU. WE'LL CARRY ON MY PEOPLES, WE'LL CARRY ON.
I like the 2nd and 5th ones :)
7/9/15