Calling All Skeletons - Alkaline Trio
I pushed. Nothing. I backed up and kicked.
I swore and kept trying, kept kicking until I screamed in frustration.
“Goddamn it!” I snarled as I rubbed my leg, hating myself for my own incompetence. There was no way in hell I could get out of here without breaking that fucking vent.
I wasn’t strong enough.
Breathing heavily, I continued to nurse my leg, the shockwaves went through my skin and a constant pain throbbed.
Closing my eyes, I quietly rested an assessed the situation. For all I know there are snipers on the roof ready to take me out. An army of soldiers could be gathering to kill me, to kill the prisoner. I sat and thought and I thought as I sat, wondering what I could do.
I couldn’t just run back, there’s no fucking way I’m going back to that shit hole.
There’s no way in hell I’m going back.
I hissed under my breath, “Son of a bitch.” With each sharp throb of my leg, I gritted my teeth and lifted my foot to kick in that fucking vent again.
But then, I smiled.
A cruel, abusive smile.
Why injure myself where there were other, four other, clearly eager candidates?
Four others would die just to make it this far, to crawl this far, to beg someone to be this far.
And who knows? Maybe there are more.
My smile grew with darkening intensity and the curl of my lips shattered that last inch, that last breath of humanity.
Yes, yes I had a plan, a devious, crazy, an insane plan.
My smile quickly fell.
I said myself that plans fail, people fail and people are stupid, plans are idiotic…
Only for the person who makes the plan.
No, I won’t make anymore. I’ll supervise, direct, control.
I will raise an army—no, that’s too rash, too soon.
I stared back at the vent when the sun began to rise…this is a dawn of a new day. This is the beginning of a new era.
As I started to make my trek back through the captive vents, there was one thing that needed to be said, just for the hell of it. Just because I needed it, because I’m worth it.
“My name is PJ Wentz, hear me roar.”
My laugh filled the vents and trickled down to a room with four occupants, crying, because death is right behind them.
“We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! We’re gonna—“ Tabatha was cut short by her boyfriend’s shout,
“Damn it Tab, grow up!”
Patrick held his face in his hands, sad, alone. Pete’s lip quivered but not another tear slipped from his eye, instead, his eyes were hard and broken.
“It’s my fault she’s not coming back…”
Pete whispered, his voice stilled the rising tempers of Tabatha and Joe, “She must know what I did.”
“ Pete, let it go.” Tabatha said quietly.
“I can’t just let it go! I almost killed my sister!” Pete cried, his voice shattered, “You deal with that and then try to let it go!”
“ Pete, now is not the time!”
“When then? When is the time? I’m lying on my fucking death bed! Do you remember what I last said to her? How could she forgive me?”
“It was a long time ago.”
“No,” Pete snarled, “It wasn’t. I was the one who was angry that day...we were on vacation. It was hot, I was so hot. I needed water and I was tired and just…sick of everything. I didn’t want to be there. I hated mom and dad for even bringing me along…I didn’t want to go. I was…I was five.” His voice shuddered, “She…stole something of mine and cried. She drank my water and kept crying. Mom and dad were always paying so much attention to her. To the youngest.” Pete was disgusted with himself as he spoke, each word eating him alive, “I was so angry. I-I took away, that night. To the pond, I lied to her. I told her that there were angels in the water. I told her that if she stayed down there long enough, she’d meet the angels.”
“ Pete you didn’t—“
“I meant to do it!” Pete shouted, “I wanted her dead.”
“You were too young to know—“
“Too young to push her into the lake? Too young to hold her down? Too young to know she was dying?”
“You didn’t mean it!” Tabatha screamed holding her ears, sobbing for some unknown reason. Tabatha thrashed against his bonds, trying to rip himself out so she could understand, so he could tear himself apart, “I know that I wanted her dead! She was supposed to die!”
Pete dissolved into tears, breaking the dam of his eyes.
“I never knew that.” Joe said quietly after a few minutes had passed, “I never knew.”
Pete cried as he spoke, “Mom came and saved her, she saw what I was doing and saved her. She didn’t want me near her when PJ woke up. My mom saved her life. She died for sixty seconds. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my father so torn, so broken. He didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to do. It was like I was possessed. I had to kill her. This is all my fault.”
There was a silence after he finished, a dead silence.
Everyone jumped as the vent crashed with a loud clatter on the floor. All eyes turned fearfully as a foot retreated and in it’s place, the crazed smile on PJ’s lips,
“I’m here too survive, if you want to live follow me. Does it matter if you don’t? No.”
No one moved, to stunned to think or speak.
PJ Wentz just spoke.
yeah so I'm leaving soon and this is short. sowy guys D:
caro: your feeling is correct. andy is controlled by the facility now, almost a weapon. they don't have any desire to kill him if he's theirs. btw thanks :D
caffrin: thanks, I'm glad you liked it! :D
shehadtheworld12: thanks you so much! :D
Xnataliex: GOTTA GO FAST. (SONIC.) GOTTA GO FAST. (SONIC). GOTTA GO FASTER FASTER FASTER FASTER. SONIC X. :D it's stuck in my head now. aw I'm sorry. This chapter wasn't too scary I hope.
lyrical_lies: ugh you're gonna hate this one then. super short D: Thanks though!
Chicago-Kid: what's a world without magic? lol thanks?
natalie: naw, more power to ya. that just means you're in touch with your inner instincts lol. and nope, you're spot on about her. thanks!
let_it_go: ahaha thanks! :D