Tales of the My chemical Children
The bodies in the street
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“Okay, you got the camera rolling?”
“Yep right here Miles.”
“Ha, good. Kobra? You got the shit?”
“Yes, and can I just say, this is the single stupidest thing you have ever done.”
“I know, but it is also the coolest. Yo, Jacko, over here with the camera.”
“Oh shit, okay dude.”
“Right, it on me?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, so this is super jump skateboard trick shit.”
“Great name.”
“Shut up Way.”
“Hurry up, your dad’s gonna be back soon.”
“Okay. Leave a like and comment, and THREE TWO ONE, LET’S GO!”
Okay, so you are probably really confused right now, so let me catch you up. Kobra Way, Miles Iero and I, found a way to get famous of the internet, but in our own way, stunt videos. We do them when our parents are gone, and so far so good. Our new stunt is having Miles jump off a ramp, over a kiddy pool of cacti, and land on the other side, using nothing but a skateboard.
Now that you are filled in, let’s get back to it.
“YOU DID IT DUDE!”
“I DIDN’T THINK YOU WOULD!”
“SHUT UP KOBRA!”
“MILES WATCH OUT!”
“Wha-,”
*CRASH*
“MILES!”
Shit. Not good. Miles landed the trick perfectly, but now has been hit by a car, and now that I can get a closer look at it, I can now see whose car it is. Frank Iero’s car.
“Shit.”
“HOLY FUCK! MILES!”
Frank rushes out of his car, hysterical. He just hit his only son, so it is logical.
“WHAT THE FUCK AR YOU DOING?!”
“S-sorry Frank.”
“JACKSON TURN THAT CAMERA OFF!”
“Oh shit, sorry.”
“NOW, KOBRA! EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED!”
“W-We have this Y-YouTube channel where w-we do stunts, a-and we were doing o-one and Miles sorta r-rolled in front of you a-and was hit b-before we could react i-in time.”
“JACKSON! CALL 9-1-1 NOW!”
“Fuck, okay.”
“Come on Miles, wake up.”
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
“Ah, yes, my friend has been hit by a car.”
“FUCK! I DON’T THINK HE IS BREATHING!”
“Oh god, n-no.”
“His dad just told me he might not be breathing.”
“Okay, sweetie I am going to need you to relax. Where are you?”
“JACKSON TELL THEM TO HURRY THE FUCK UP!”
“Okay, what is your name?”
“J-Jackson Toro.”
“Okay Jackson, an ambulance is on its way. Are there any other casualties?”
“Um, my other friend is having a panic attack.”
“Okay, what is their name?”
“Kobra Way.”
“JACKSON ARE THEY COMING?!”
“YES FRANK! THE AMBULANCE SHOULD BE HERE SOON!”
“Okay Jackson, is Miles coughing up blood?”
“Um, hang on. FRANK! WHAT IS WRONG WITH MILES?!”
“HE IS UNRESPONSIVE, HE ISN’T BREATHING PROPERLY, BLEEDING FROM THE HEAD AND HE SEEMS TO MAY HAVE BROKEN LEG WITH THE WAY IT’S ANGLED!”
“Okay, so he is unresponsive, he doesn’t seem to be breathing properly, he is bleeding from the head and he may have broken his leg.”
“Okay. Can you get someone to perform CPR on him until the ambulance arrives?”
“Sure. FRANK! YOU NEED TO PERFORM CPR ON HIM TILL THE AMBULANCE ARRIVES!”
“OKAY JACKSON!”
“Is someone doing it?”
“Yeah his father.”
“Okay. The ambulance should be there any minute.”
“Okay.”
*SIREN*
“They’re here now.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go now. Please go help out the paramedics.”
“Okay, bye thank you.”
“No worries, bye.”
“Kid.”
“Yes sir.”
“Please tell me everything that happened.”
“Okay. So me and my friends were doing a stunt on the skate board, and he ended rolling onto the road and before we could fully stop him, he was hit.”
“Okay. What about the other one?”
“The other one?”
“Yes. One boy was found unconscious.”
“Oh, he had a panic attack, yet no one could go and help him.”
“Okay, your friends are going to be okay. Mr Iero is going to be coming with us. Do you have a parent or caregiver you could contact?”
“Yeah, my dad.”
“Okay, give him a call. We have to get your friends to the hospital ASAP.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“No problem kid, now you take care now.”
“Okay.”
I stood there, shell shocked, on the side of the road, as the ambulance pulled away from the road, taking my two best friends with it. I overcame my panic, and pulled out my phone, dialling my dad’s number.
“Dad?”
“Hey Jacko, what’s up?”
“I need you to pick me up.”
“Why? I thought you were going to stay for dinner at Miles’.”
“I was, until he got hit by a car.”
“SHIT! IS HE OKAY?!”
“They said he is, but I-I don’t know.”
“Okay. Does Kobra need a lift?”
“No. He is being taking to the hospital too.”
“DID HE GET HIT TOO?!”
“No he had a panic attack and passed out from shock I think. I don’t really know.”
“Okay. I’ll be there in five.”
“Okay dad, bye.”
“Bye, be safe.”
I sit down on the curb, debating whether or not I should call Mikey and Kristin, or if Frank already did. I ended up not calling anyone, and just sitting there until my dad comes and gets me.
Three days later.
“You’re kidding me Miles.”
“No Kobra I am serious. Post it. It’ll get more views.”
“Yeah, rock star Frank Iero hits his own son with car after stupid kid jumps over kiddy pool full of cacti.”
“Very Jackson, but I am serious.”
“Really?”
“Post it in my dying wish.”
“Oh shut up you big drama queen. The doctor said it’s just a bump.”
“Yeah, a broken collar bone, leg, and four broken ribs, PLUS cracked skull and cuts and scrapes everywhere is just a bump Kobra.”
“Oh shut up.”
“You shut up. But seriously, post it.”
“Are you sure?”
“YES!”
“Fine, what song shall be the background music?”
“Hm. Start it with 9 teen 90 nine, by Limp Bizkit, and end it with Goner by Twenty One Pilots. So like it’ll be playing 9 teen 90 nine, then as soon as I get hit, it will play the start of Goner, and keep getting louder with the sound of your cries.”
“That’s sick, and amazing.”
“Damn right it is Jacko. Now, do you like my idea?”
“Sure, but here is my idea. We film a bit now, so they know you are at least, ya know, alive, and we’ll have Welcome to the Black Parade playing.”
“That’s awesome. Jackson, film.”
“Okay.”
I get out my phone, and get up camera, pressing film, and I start recoding.
“Sup dudes, guys I didn’t die. CAN’T KILL ME NOW GOD!”
“Whoa there, let’s try not to make your heart monitor go crazy just yet.”
“Shut up Kobra.”
“Okay, so big whoop, Miles’ dad didn’t kill him just yet.”
“Key word guys, my dad didn’t kill me YET.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I know Jacko. But guys I got a great idea for the next video.”
“How about we focus you recovering from a broken leg, collar bone, four broken ribs, crack skull and all these little bumps and bruises.”
“Okay.”
“Good.”
“Okay, well I guess we have to wrap this up now. Tune in next time, in another month or so, for the next video, where we do whatever stupid idea Miles has planned.”
“It’ll be great.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Okay guys, bye now.”
“Okay, you got the camera rolling?”
“Yep right here Miles.”
“Ha, good. Kobra? You got the shit?”
“Yes, and can I just say, this is the single stupidest thing you have ever done.”
“I know, but it is also the coolest. Yo, Jacko, over here with the camera.”
“Oh shit, okay dude.”
“Right, it on me?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, so this is super jump skateboard trick shit.”
“Great name.”
“Shut up Way.”
“Hurry up, your dad’s gonna be back soon.”
“Okay. Leave a like and comment, and THREE TWO ONE, LET’S GO!”
Okay, so you are probably really confused right now, so let me catch you up. Kobra Way, Miles Iero and I, found a way to get famous of the internet, but in our own way, stunt videos. We do them when our parents are gone, and so far so good. Our new stunt is having Miles jump off a ramp, over a kiddy pool of cacti, and land on the other side, using nothing but a skateboard.
Now that you are filled in, let’s get back to it.
“YOU DID IT DUDE!”
“I DIDN’T THINK YOU WOULD!”
“SHUT UP KOBRA!”
“MILES WATCH OUT!”
“Wha-,”
*CRASH*
“MILES!”
Shit. Not good. Miles landed the trick perfectly, but now has been hit by a car, and now that I can get a closer look at it, I can now see whose car it is. Frank Iero’s car.
“Shit.”
“HOLY FUCK! MILES!”
Frank rushes out of his car, hysterical. He just hit his only son, so it is logical.
“WHAT THE FUCK AR YOU DOING?!”
“S-sorry Frank.”
“JACKSON TURN THAT CAMERA OFF!”
“Oh shit, sorry.”
“NOW, KOBRA! EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED!”
“W-We have this Y-YouTube channel where w-we do stunts, a-and we were doing o-one and Miles sorta r-rolled in front of you a-and was hit b-before we could react i-in time.”
“JACKSON! CALL 9-1-1 NOW!”
“Fuck, okay.”
“Come on Miles, wake up.”
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
“Ah, yes, my friend has been hit by a car.”
“FUCK! I DON’T THINK HE IS BREATHING!”
“Oh god, n-no.”
“His dad just told me he might not be breathing.”
“Okay, sweetie I am going to need you to relax. Where are you?”
“JACKSON TELL THEM TO HURRY THE FUCK UP!”
“Okay, what is your name?”
“J-Jackson Toro.”
“Okay Jackson, an ambulance is on its way. Are there any other casualties?”
“Um, my other friend is having a panic attack.”
“Okay, what is their name?”
“Kobra Way.”
“JACKSON ARE THEY COMING?!”
“YES FRANK! THE AMBULANCE SHOULD BE HERE SOON!”
“Okay Jackson, is Miles coughing up blood?”
“Um, hang on. FRANK! WHAT IS WRONG WITH MILES?!”
“HE IS UNRESPONSIVE, HE ISN’T BREATHING PROPERLY, BLEEDING FROM THE HEAD AND HE SEEMS TO MAY HAVE BROKEN LEG WITH THE WAY IT’S ANGLED!”
“Okay, so he is unresponsive, he doesn’t seem to be breathing properly, he is bleeding from the head and he may have broken his leg.”
“Okay. Can you get someone to perform CPR on him until the ambulance arrives?”
“Sure. FRANK! YOU NEED TO PERFORM CPR ON HIM TILL THE AMBULANCE ARRIVES!”
“OKAY JACKSON!”
“Is someone doing it?”
“Yeah his father.”
“Okay. The ambulance should be there any minute.”
“Okay.”
*SIREN*
“They’re here now.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go now. Please go help out the paramedics.”
“Okay, bye thank you.”
“No worries, bye.”
“Kid.”
“Yes sir.”
“Please tell me everything that happened.”
“Okay. So me and my friends were doing a stunt on the skate board, and he ended rolling onto the road and before we could fully stop him, he was hit.”
“Okay. What about the other one?”
“The other one?”
“Yes. One boy was found unconscious.”
“Oh, he had a panic attack, yet no one could go and help him.”
“Okay, your friends are going to be okay. Mr Iero is going to be coming with us. Do you have a parent or caregiver you could contact?”
“Yeah, my dad.”
“Okay, give him a call. We have to get your friends to the hospital ASAP.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“No problem kid, now you take care now.”
“Okay.”
I stood there, shell shocked, on the side of the road, as the ambulance pulled away from the road, taking my two best friends with it. I overcame my panic, and pulled out my phone, dialling my dad’s number.
“Dad?”
“Hey Jacko, what’s up?”
“I need you to pick me up.”
“Why? I thought you were going to stay for dinner at Miles’.”
“I was, until he got hit by a car.”
“SHIT! IS HE OKAY?!”
“They said he is, but I-I don’t know.”
“Okay. Does Kobra need a lift?”
“No. He is being taking to the hospital too.”
“DID HE GET HIT TOO?!”
“No he had a panic attack and passed out from shock I think. I don’t really know.”
“Okay. I’ll be there in five.”
“Okay dad, bye.”
“Bye, be safe.”
I sit down on the curb, debating whether or not I should call Mikey and Kristin, or if Frank already did. I ended up not calling anyone, and just sitting there until my dad comes and gets me.
Three days later.
“You’re kidding me Miles.”
“No Kobra I am serious. Post it. It’ll get more views.”
“Yeah, rock star Frank Iero hits his own son with car after stupid kid jumps over kiddy pool full of cacti.”
“Very Jackson, but I am serious.”
“Really?”
“Post it in my dying wish.”
“Oh shut up you big drama queen. The doctor said it’s just a bump.”
“Yeah, a broken collar bone, leg, and four broken ribs, PLUS cracked skull and cuts and scrapes everywhere is just a bump Kobra.”
“Oh shut up.”
“You shut up. But seriously, post it.”
“Are you sure?”
“YES!”
“Fine, what song shall be the background music?”
“Hm. Start it with 9 teen 90 nine, by Limp Bizkit, and end it with Goner by Twenty One Pilots. So like it’ll be playing 9 teen 90 nine, then as soon as I get hit, it will play the start of Goner, and keep getting louder with the sound of your cries.”
“That’s sick, and amazing.”
“Damn right it is Jacko. Now, do you like my idea?”
“Sure, but here is my idea. We film a bit now, so they know you are at least, ya know, alive, and we’ll have Welcome to the Black Parade playing.”
“That’s awesome. Jackson, film.”
“Okay.”
I get out my phone, and get up camera, pressing film, and I start recoding.
“Sup dudes, guys I didn’t die. CAN’T KILL ME NOW GOD!”
“Whoa there, let’s try not to make your heart monitor go crazy just yet.”
“Shut up Kobra.”
“Okay, so big whoop, Miles’ dad didn’t kill him just yet.”
“Key word guys, my dad didn’t kill me YET.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I know Jacko. But guys I got a great idea for the next video.”
“How about we focus you recovering from a broken leg, collar bone, four broken ribs, crack skull and all these little bumps and bruises.”
“Okay.”
“Good.”
“Okay, well I guess we have to wrap this up now. Tune in next time, in another month or so, for the next video, where we do whatever stupid idea Miles has planned.”
“It’ll be great.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Okay guys, bye now.”
Kobras panic attack it like the most cutie patootee thing ever but I a sad kinda way
6/9/16