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Chapter 3
3 ReviewsThe blue-eyed girl looks startlingly familiar and Gerard is reunited with an old friend.
Okay, I've decided I'll update this every monday so look out for it then. That way I'll have time to write the next chapter and I can update on a pretty regular basis.
Disclaimer: I do not own MCR or any of their wives although I really want that guinea pig that looks like Ray Toro.
Chapter 3
When Gerard opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was that all the effects of alcohol had disappeared. The second thing he noticed was that it was so dark it made no difference whether he opened his eyes or not.
Getting to his feet, he gingerly looked around and discovered with confusion that he could see his hands and feet clearly in front of him. Which meant that it wasn’t dark...there was just nothing there, besides the giant chessboard he realised he was standing on.
Shocked, Gerard tried desperately to remember what had happened after he had rolled the dice. He remembered a sudden jerking feeling and then black before he was thrown hard onto the cool marble beneath him. But where was he now? He squinted ahead of him, the great mass of black and white tiles stretched out as far as he could see but that was all there was. He was alone. Completely and totally alone.
This is a dream, he thought. I drank too much and passed out playing that frigging board game. I’m gonna wake up soon and LynZ will be there to tell me how much I embarrassed her in front of all her stupid, stuck-up friends.
But although he was comforted by his own logical reasoning, he didn’t wake up, no matter how hard he willed himself to. In frustration, he looked around for something to take his anger out on but still there was nothing there but himself, the chess board and the dark. He started to panic, his hands feeling cold and clammy inside his jacket pockets. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t normal. Where the hell am I?
“Well,” he said aloud. His voice rang out, giving him a small amount of courage. “No point standing around doing nothing.”
So he started walking. In no particular direction, everything looked exactly the same anyway. He soon lost track of left, right, backwards, forwards, and he seemed to be getting absolutely nowhere. After about an hour of walking and ending up where he had started off he collapsed onto the cold floor. His brain was buzzing, his eyes were watering and he felt like screaming out loud which eventually he did.
“Frank! LynZ!” he called in desperation. “Mikey! Ray! Alicia! Christa! Jamia!”
“They won’t come,” spoke a voice, harsh and cold.
Gerard tripped over his feet in his haste to spin around and face the voice. There stood the girl, the cashier from the derelict old store Gerard had bought the game. Her icy blue eyes were narrowed as she surveyed Gerard but the rest of her face was shrouded in darkness.
“Hello again,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“What is this?” gasped Gerard frantically. “Where am I? Where are my friends?”
“Slow down,” the girl replied calmly. “You will work yourself into a panic attack.”
“What the fuck do I care about panic attacks?” Gerard yelled. “Tell me where my friends are!”
“I’m afraid that’s not how the game works,” she answered.
Gerard’s eyes widened and his voice faltered. “The...The game?”
“Yes Gerard, the game,” she said impatiently. “Surely you’ve been able to work out that that is where you are right now?”
“You mean...” his mind was struggling to grasp a hold of what she was telling him. “You mean I’m trapped inside...inside...”
“Inside the game, yes,” she raised her eyebrows. “You’ve done a bad thing, Gerard. A very bad thing.”
“What the hell-” Gerard began but she placed a finger to her lips and he fell silent automatically.
“A very bad thing. But what is worse is the fact that you told no one about it,” she elaborated. “You knew you’d have to pay for it sooner or later. It’s later now.”
Gerard tried to protest but it seemed that for the moment he had been robbed of speech. He could feel himself sweating and shaking and brushed the stray strands of hair out of his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Let me introduce you to The Rules,” the girl snapped her fingers and suddenly a straight-backed wooden chair appeared out of nowhere, knocking the knees out from under Gerard so that he was sitting, stunned, upon it. “You’re friends are at the moment all in different Spaces on the Board. They will soon be facing the very thing they fear the most. If they do not manage to face their nightmare and succumb to terror they die, simple as that. Once each player has overcome their fear and you are back together as a group you may begin the search for the gate that will take you back to your world. Or you could cut this whole ordeal short by just admitting to what you did.”
“I can’t,” Gerard shook his head. “They’ll hate me. My life would be over.”
“Then you will have to keep playing,” she continued, her voice devoid of any compassion. “But be warned, even once you reach the gate you may have to make a choice which could ruin your life anyway.”
“But why me?” cried Gerard hysterically. “I can’t be the only man in the world who’s done something they regret!”
“The Nightmare Game is never short of players,” she recited in reply.
Gerard looked at her in bewilderment. “Who are you?”
In the darkness Gerard saw her crack a bitter smile. “Do you not recognise me?” she asked him sourly. “Am I so forgettable, baby?”
She stepped out of the black and Gerard’s jaw dropped. Instantly he identified her familiarity. Her long, dark hair, pretty face, slim physique; it was so obvious he couldn’t understand how he had missed it before. Then he realised. Her eyes that had been such a warm, deep brown now burned with that cold, blue fire.
“Sara?” he gasped.
“Now he remembers,” she rolled her eyes. “Been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“But you’re...you’re...” once again he found that he had been rendered speechless.
“Yes, I’m dead,” Sara spat. “No need to rub it in.”
“But then...what are you doing here?” Gerard implored.
Her eyes narrowed into splinters. “I want revenge,” she replied and the words sent shivers running down Gerard’s spine. “I’m going to make your life a living hell like you fucking deserve. But unfortunately,” and her face sagged with regret. “I have to play by the Rules too.”
She snapped her fingers again and a blood stained card appeared in her hand. “This is a Chance card,” she told him. “You get a choice. You can walk away and try to find your friends by yourself which could take you years, by which time they could already be dead. Or you face him right now and I tell you where they are. So...what will it be?”
“Who the hell is “him”?” asked Gerard, perplexed.
She smiled again. “You never were that bright,” she said. “Make your choice.”
“I’ll face him,” he replied. He had no idea what he was getting himself into but he needed all the help he could get. He was not prepared to let any of his friends die because of his stupidity.
“Fine,” she shrugged and pointed behind Gerard. “Look, a flying pig!”
Gerard whirled around to look behind him. There was nothing there. Confused, he turned back to ask Sara what the hell she was smoking when he realised that she wasn’t there. In her place was a young, blond man who was also painfully familiar.
“Bob?” Gerard whispered the name.
His friend’s face curved in a smile but like Sara’s it was also completely empty. “Hiya, bastard,” he said.
Oooh cliff hanger! What did Gerard do? Who is Sarah? What's Bob doing there? I really wish I knew the answer to these questions! :D Please Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own MCR or any of their wives although I really want that guinea pig that looks like Ray Toro.
Chapter 3
When Gerard opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was that all the effects of alcohol had disappeared. The second thing he noticed was that it was so dark it made no difference whether he opened his eyes or not.
Getting to his feet, he gingerly looked around and discovered with confusion that he could see his hands and feet clearly in front of him. Which meant that it wasn’t dark...there was just nothing there, besides the giant chessboard he realised he was standing on.
Shocked, Gerard tried desperately to remember what had happened after he had rolled the dice. He remembered a sudden jerking feeling and then black before he was thrown hard onto the cool marble beneath him. But where was he now? He squinted ahead of him, the great mass of black and white tiles stretched out as far as he could see but that was all there was. He was alone. Completely and totally alone.
This is a dream, he thought. I drank too much and passed out playing that frigging board game. I’m gonna wake up soon and LynZ will be there to tell me how much I embarrassed her in front of all her stupid, stuck-up friends.
But although he was comforted by his own logical reasoning, he didn’t wake up, no matter how hard he willed himself to. In frustration, he looked around for something to take his anger out on but still there was nothing there but himself, the chess board and the dark. He started to panic, his hands feeling cold and clammy inside his jacket pockets. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t normal. Where the hell am I?
“Well,” he said aloud. His voice rang out, giving him a small amount of courage. “No point standing around doing nothing.”
So he started walking. In no particular direction, everything looked exactly the same anyway. He soon lost track of left, right, backwards, forwards, and he seemed to be getting absolutely nowhere. After about an hour of walking and ending up where he had started off he collapsed onto the cold floor. His brain was buzzing, his eyes were watering and he felt like screaming out loud which eventually he did.
“Frank! LynZ!” he called in desperation. “Mikey! Ray! Alicia! Christa! Jamia!”
“They won’t come,” spoke a voice, harsh and cold.
Gerard tripped over his feet in his haste to spin around and face the voice. There stood the girl, the cashier from the derelict old store Gerard had bought the game. Her icy blue eyes were narrowed as she surveyed Gerard but the rest of her face was shrouded in darkness.
“Hello again,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“What is this?” gasped Gerard frantically. “Where am I? Where are my friends?”
“Slow down,” the girl replied calmly. “You will work yourself into a panic attack.”
“What the fuck do I care about panic attacks?” Gerard yelled. “Tell me where my friends are!”
“I’m afraid that’s not how the game works,” she answered.
Gerard’s eyes widened and his voice faltered. “The...The game?”
“Yes Gerard, the game,” she said impatiently. “Surely you’ve been able to work out that that is where you are right now?”
“You mean...” his mind was struggling to grasp a hold of what she was telling him. “You mean I’m trapped inside...inside...”
“Inside the game, yes,” she raised her eyebrows. “You’ve done a bad thing, Gerard. A very bad thing.”
“What the hell-” Gerard began but she placed a finger to her lips and he fell silent automatically.
“A very bad thing. But what is worse is the fact that you told no one about it,” she elaborated. “You knew you’d have to pay for it sooner or later. It’s later now.”
Gerard tried to protest but it seemed that for the moment he had been robbed of speech. He could feel himself sweating and shaking and brushed the stray strands of hair out of his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Let me introduce you to The Rules,” the girl snapped her fingers and suddenly a straight-backed wooden chair appeared out of nowhere, knocking the knees out from under Gerard so that he was sitting, stunned, upon it. “You’re friends are at the moment all in different Spaces on the Board. They will soon be facing the very thing they fear the most. If they do not manage to face their nightmare and succumb to terror they die, simple as that. Once each player has overcome their fear and you are back together as a group you may begin the search for the gate that will take you back to your world. Or you could cut this whole ordeal short by just admitting to what you did.”
“I can’t,” Gerard shook his head. “They’ll hate me. My life would be over.”
“Then you will have to keep playing,” she continued, her voice devoid of any compassion. “But be warned, even once you reach the gate you may have to make a choice which could ruin your life anyway.”
“But why me?” cried Gerard hysterically. “I can’t be the only man in the world who’s done something they regret!”
“The Nightmare Game is never short of players,” she recited in reply.
Gerard looked at her in bewilderment. “Who are you?”
In the darkness Gerard saw her crack a bitter smile. “Do you not recognise me?” she asked him sourly. “Am I so forgettable, baby?”
She stepped out of the black and Gerard’s jaw dropped. Instantly he identified her familiarity. Her long, dark hair, pretty face, slim physique; it was so obvious he couldn’t understand how he had missed it before. Then he realised. Her eyes that had been such a warm, deep brown now burned with that cold, blue fire.
“Sara?” he gasped.
“Now he remembers,” she rolled her eyes. “Been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“But you’re...you’re...” once again he found that he had been rendered speechless.
“Yes, I’m dead,” Sara spat. “No need to rub it in.”
“But then...what are you doing here?” Gerard implored.
Her eyes narrowed into splinters. “I want revenge,” she replied and the words sent shivers running down Gerard’s spine. “I’m going to make your life a living hell like you fucking deserve. But unfortunately,” and her face sagged with regret. “I have to play by the Rules too.”
She snapped her fingers again and a blood stained card appeared in her hand. “This is a Chance card,” she told him. “You get a choice. You can walk away and try to find your friends by yourself which could take you years, by which time they could already be dead. Or you face him right now and I tell you where they are. So...what will it be?”
“Who the hell is “him”?” asked Gerard, perplexed.
She smiled again. “You never were that bright,” she said. “Make your choice.”
“I’ll face him,” he replied. He had no idea what he was getting himself into but he needed all the help he could get. He was not prepared to let any of his friends die because of his stupidity.
“Fine,” she shrugged and pointed behind Gerard. “Look, a flying pig!”
Gerard whirled around to look behind him. There was nothing there. Confused, he turned back to ask Sara what the hell she was smoking when he realised that she wasn’t there. In her place was a young, blond man who was also painfully familiar.
“Bob?” Gerard whispered the name.
His friend’s face curved in a smile but like Sara’s it was also completely empty. “Hiya, bastard,” he said.
Oooh cliff hanger! What did Gerard do? Who is Sarah? What's Bob doing there? I really wish I knew the answer to these questions! :D Please Review!
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