Ghost Stories
Chapter Eight: Last Hope
“I love you Gee, please stay with me, I can’t lose you.” I voice through broken cries as the tears begin to drop once more, flowing like a waterfall.
I burst through the doors of City Hall with Gee’s broken body still in my arms, his face frozen in time. “I need help, is anyone here a doctor!?” I shout hoping to catch the attention of the bustling crowds in the main corridor. Some turn their heads in my direction but nothing more, no one is coming to help. I fall to my knees and scream, “Please, his spirit is decaying, I…I love him…I can’t lose him!” As a final act of desperation. The tears continue to flow uncontrollably, as I put my head down in both shame and defeat. Nothing I do can save Gerard now, I failed, I fucking failed. Then I hear footsteps near my location and I see black combat boots in front of me. I look up and see a man with a black top hat, glass monocle, and a pipe located promptly between his chapped lips. He gracefully exhales large smoke rings, making smoking his art, as his icy blue eyes stare down at me.
“I can help you,” He finally says after what feels like minutes of silence, “Follow me if you want him to survive.” In one swift motion the man turns around and starts walking away, apparently expecting me to follow. I get up off the porcelain floor and follow the strange man, who also seems to be my only hope now.
I catch up to him while desperately trying to push through the seemingly endless crowds of corpses. “Are you a doctor?” I ask as we continue walking side by side to what I hope to be Gerard’s salvation.
“No.” He finally voiced as he continued to smoke.
“Then what are you?” I ask as he looks at me, his expression unreadable.
“Just someone who can help you, so if you don’t shut the fuck up I might have to reconsider my proposal.” He says without any telltale signs of emotion. I don’t ask him any more questions after that fearing he might change his mind. After what feels like an eternity of walking, the stranger finally opens a door, presumably his place of business as my arms begin to feel tried considering I’ve been carrying Gee’s feeble body all through this tragic affair. I feel as if I drop him, he’ll shatter into a million pieces. “Here set him on table.” The man instructs while motioning to a metal operating table. I set Gerard on the cold, hard table as I take hold of his hand, his touch colder than usual. “The only way to stop his soul from depleting is by giving him this, now it will hurt him quite a lot but it’s the only way to save him, so shall I proceed?” He asks while holding a needle filled with a green liquid, I nod my head while he rolls up Gerard’s sleeve and prepares to heal him.
Birdie’s P.O.V
I plunge my sword through the heart of the last demon standing as it lets out a blood-curdling scream and bursts into flames. Sweat pours down my face now covered with the blood of the slayed beasts. “Come on Corin’s just behind those doors, we have to save her!” I shout to my comrades, everyone looking depleted. A rusting metal door now stands before me, behind it lies the girl I’ve been wanting to save for so long. “Everyone ready?” I inquire as the members of the Black Parade nod their heads. I kick open the door revealing an empty white void, The Master calls it a ‘prison of isolation’, he keeps all of his many victims trapped in cages like these. I rush inside while making sure Brendon closes the door, to ward off any potential threats. We gather in a circle as I nod to Hayley, she then begins chanting in an ancient archaic language to summon the Black Parade in its entirety, we all join in on the chant while joining hands. We probably look like a fucking cult but that doesn’t matter in this moment. When the chant is finished and we open our eyes The Black Parade stands before us, skeletons with black tubas and bass drums that look like clocks. The dead holding bouquets and flags, a woman riding a horse in golden armor. The black float littered with decaying flowers stands out the most of all. We all head over to stand on the float and begin to march forth to Corin’s location, finally saving her from a world that has all but forgotten about her. The beat of a snare drums reigns throughout the empty white nothingness. As we continue marching, I see a body floating in the distance and I know its Corin. I will finally be able to bring her the hope that she craved for so long. But my dreams are cut short as I am brought back to face cold, hard reality when I hear a booming evil laugh echo throughout the void.
I burst through the doors of City Hall with Gee’s broken body still in my arms, his face frozen in time. “I need help, is anyone here a doctor!?” I shout hoping to catch the attention of the bustling crowds in the main corridor. Some turn their heads in my direction but nothing more, no one is coming to help. I fall to my knees and scream, “Please, his spirit is decaying, I…I love him…I can’t lose him!” As a final act of desperation. The tears continue to flow uncontrollably, as I put my head down in both shame and defeat. Nothing I do can save Gerard now, I failed, I fucking failed. Then I hear footsteps near my location and I see black combat boots in front of me. I look up and see a man with a black top hat, glass monocle, and a pipe located promptly between his chapped lips. He gracefully exhales large smoke rings, making smoking his art, as his icy blue eyes stare down at me.
“I can help you,” He finally says after what feels like minutes of silence, “Follow me if you want him to survive.” In one swift motion the man turns around and starts walking away, apparently expecting me to follow. I get up off the porcelain floor and follow the strange man, who also seems to be my only hope now.
I catch up to him while desperately trying to push through the seemingly endless crowds of corpses. “Are you a doctor?” I ask as we continue walking side by side to what I hope to be Gerard’s salvation.
“No.” He finally voiced as he continued to smoke.
“Then what are you?” I ask as he looks at me, his expression unreadable.
“Just someone who can help you, so if you don’t shut the fuck up I might have to reconsider my proposal.” He says without any telltale signs of emotion. I don’t ask him any more questions after that fearing he might change his mind. After what feels like an eternity of walking, the stranger finally opens a door, presumably his place of business as my arms begin to feel tried considering I’ve been carrying Gee’s feeble body all through this tragic affair. I feel as if I drop him, he’ll shatter into a million pieces. “Here set him on table.” The man instructs while motioning to a metal operating table. I set Gerard on the cold, hard table as I take hold of his hand, his touch colder than usual. “The only way to stop his soul from depleting is by giving him this, now it will hurt him quite a lot but it’s the only way to save him, so shall I proceed?” He asks while holding a needle filled with a green liquid, I nod my head while he rolls up Gerard’s sleeve and prepares to heal him.
Birdie’s P.O.V
I plunge my sword through the heart of the last demon standing as it lets out a blood-curdling scream and bursts into flames. Sweat pours down my face now covered with the blood of the slayed beasts. “Come on Corin’s just behind those doors, we have to save her!” I shout to my comrades, everyone looking depleted. A rusting metal door now stands before me, behind it lies the girl I’ve been wanting to save for so long. “Everyone ready?” I inquire as the members of the Black Parade nod their heads. I kick open the door revealing an empty white void, The Master calls it a ‘prison of isolation’, he keeps all of his many victims trapped in cages like these. I rush inside while making sure Brendon closes the door, to ward off any potential threats. We gather in a circle as I nod to Hayley, she then begins chanting in an ancient archaic language to summon the Black Parade in its entirety, we all join in on the chant while joining hands. We probably look like a fucking cult but that doesn’t matter in this moment. When the chant is finished and we open our eyes The Black Parade stands before us, skeletons with black tubas and bass drums that look like clocks. The dead holding bouquets and flags, a woman riding a horse in golden armor. The black float littered with decaying flowers stands out the most of all. We all head over to stand on the float and begin to march forth to Corin’s location, finally saving her from a world that has all but forgotten about her. The beat of a snare drums reigns throughout the empty white nothingness. As we continue marching, I see a body floating in the distance and I know its Corin. I will finally be able to bring her the hope that she craved for so long. But my dreams are cut short as I am brought back to face cold, hard reality when I hear a booming evil laugh echo throughout the void.
Notes
Hello peoples. I know, I know, it's really short and shitty this time, but I'm fucking tired so give me a break. I promise another update coming soon. LOVE YOU :)
I like the 2nd and 5th ones :)
7/9/15