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Purgatory
4 ReviewsFrank, stuck in Purgatory. Will he prove himself worthy for a chance to go to heaven or hell and be reunited with Gerard, who is still living?
A/N: So this is just an idea I got today, it's kind of an odd one really. But for once, I actually liked it and decided to write it out. It's a first for me, writing a supernatural type story. I know I said I'll try and update Piercings, but I'm just not feeling that story right now. I'd rather wait until I'm motivated for it than posting some piece of crap. Anyways, I hope you gys enjoy this, and I hope you don't mind I included Zacky Vengeance from Avenged Sevenfold here. He'll play a major role in the story, and this is a Frerard.
As a side note: If nobody tells me what they think, I think I just won't continue this because then this would just be a total waste of time.
[*Worthy
“I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories…”
He didn’t mean to, right? Of course he didn’t, he would never do that. After all, he is my boyfriend. And boyfriends don’t do that; everyone knows that. No boyfriend as great as mine would leave me like this. No, no, not at all. It was a pact after all, and it was sealed with blood. He swore, I swore, he cut, I cut, and deal. Maybe he just didn’t do it deep enough, yeah, that’s it. Maybe the blade was too dull, or maybe he’s just taking a long while to do it. But we were supposed to go together. And he’s not here with me. This was supposed to be our escape, free from all the hell we had on actual earth. This was supposed to be the place where no one would bother us because they’re just as bad as us, even worse in fact. We’d finally be okay, and no one would have been able to change that.
But I guess I’m stuck here all alone. Fuck, I’m not even in heaven or hell. What’s that place in the middle called again? I remember they taught me in school…purgatory, I believe. Yeah, it was purgatory. The place in the middle, the place where they put the good-but-not-good-enough or the bad-but-did-some-good. Or maybe the ones that neither end wants; like me for example. The one who served no purpose in life, except maybe as a punching bag for the rest, or as a mat for everyone to step on. I did no noble things, but nor any evil. But neither did Gerard, and we were supposed to be stuck here together.
The fact that even dead we could not be together saddened me. Maybe Gerard is not even dead. Maybe he decided that he didn’t want to die with me because I’m worthless. Just like all the other strangers wandering about here, walking aimlessly, encountering others with the same blank look on their faces. Everyone here has something wrong with them; some are wearing their hospital gowns, others something as simple as jeans and a tee shirt, with the stain of red, red, crimson blood somewhere.
Me? I’m just sitting here, thinking about Gerard. My Gerard, the one with the beautiful eyes and talented hands. His hands, the things that created the most breathtaking drawings one could imagine. Maybe he realized that his hands weren’t meant for taking his own life. Pretty smart of him I guess, it was pretty selfish of me to try and drag him down here with me. He had a purpose, and I should have never tried to deprive people of his talents. I’m sure we will meet again someday. Hopefully. I remember he whispered to me that he’ll always love me no matter what, and I almost said it back. But I was getting so tired, and was losing too much blood. I really wanted to tell him the same, but death reached me before I got the chance.
Sighing, I soon became lost in my own little world. Picking at the frayed black pants I was wearing, I winced occasionally when I moved my wrist too abruptly and tore the healing wound further. Who knew that the dead still felt? Scowling as I realized that even dead I still suffered in one way or another, I scanned over my surroundings and saw a large crowd forming around a certain man.
Becoming mildly curious I thought maybe I should check it out. I might as well become acquainted with others if I’m going to be stuck here for the rest of my afterlife. Who knows, I might even make great friends with someone. After all, there has to be someone here similar to me. I’ve already been told about this place and given a place to stay by a friendly elderly woman. Apparently she killed someone, but did many good deeds in her life to balance it out, hence getting stuck here. Anyways, I was told that in my new home, all my personal belongings have been placed in there. After that I was told the rules of purgatory, such as what I could and could not do. It’s pretty much the same as the rules back on earth, and as long as I stayed in my quadrant of the four here, I should be fine. My quadrant is the one with kids around my age, and I was told never to cross over to the others because it would throw off the balance that took so long to establish here.
Getting up, I dusted myself off and removed the strands of grass clinging to my body. This place wasn’t so bad looking; it reminded me of a suburb. Plain and boring it may be, but I guess that’s what being stuck in the middle of the underworld should be like. No excitement whatsoever, it should only be saved for heaven and hell. I walked to the large crowd of kids, which was growing by the second, and frowned slightly at all the commotion they were causing. Shoving my way to the front and ignoring the glares sent my way, I finally saw what the commotion was about. Standing there was a gorgeous male around the age of seventeen, holding a sign that read:
Stuck here and don’t believe you belong? Prove it. Only one of you will be given the chance to move up or down in this underworld, with one person of your choice, living or dead. If interested, speak to me now. ~Zacky.
Curious, I thought about it and was unsure if I should take that offer. What if I was meant to go to hell? Sensing the apprehension of the others, I understood why. But this was my chance, my chance to get Gerard back with me. It may be selfish, but he said he’d love me no matter what. Deciding I’d take the chance, I stepped forward and looked up at the guy. Smiling softly, his stunning eyes bore into mine, with his pierced lips opening, he spoke.
“Interested?” He asked quirking an eyebrow in question, his voice smooth and soothing, with a small lisp. I think I might have even heard a small Californian accent there. Nodding slightly, a hush fell upon the cluster of people around me, awaiting my answer.
Sighing and looking at him with determination coursing through me, I spoke. “Yes, I am actually. Very interested.”
His plump lips formed into a smile as he put the sign down. “Is anyone else interested?” He asked the crowd, who only shook their heads in response, accompanied with words of denial. “Very well,” he stepped down from his box, now almost at eye level with me. He was taller, such as everyone else is. “May I ask your name?” He questioned, extending his hand for greeting.
“Frank Iero.” I answered back, clasping his hand in a firm handshake, a sign I took as the sealing of the deal. “I’m guessing you’re Zacky?”
Laughing slightly, he nodded. “Yeah, Zacky Baker.” Looking me over, he smiled once more. “Nice to meet you, Frank. Ready to try and prove yourself worthy of leaving this place?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” As an afterthought, I added, ”You said I can bring anyone with me, right?” I bit my lip, awaiting his answer.
“Yeah, living or dead. It’s your decision. Although, if you choose someone living, they have to agree in some form or another. But don’t get ahead of yourself. You might not prove yourself.” He warned, his eyebrows furrowing. I only scowled in response, put off with the implication that I won’t succeed.
“Trust me, I’m proving myself worthy. Anything you got, I can take it.”
Chuckling quietly, Zacky only jerked his head in the opposite direction, signaling it as the way to follow him. “Come on then. Time to prepare you for what’s to come.”
Thoughts? R&R please, and thanks for reading.
As a side note: If nobody tells me what they think, I think I just won't continue this because then this would just be a total waste of time.
[*Worthy
“I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories…”
He didn’t mean to, right? Of course he didn’t, he would never do that. After all, he is my boyfriend. And boyfriends don’t do that; everyone knows that. No boyfriend as great as mine would leave me like this. No, no, not at all. It was a pact after all, and it was sealed with blood. He swore, I swore, he cut, I cut, and deal. Maybe he just didn’t do it deep enough, yeah, that’s it. Maybe the blade was too dull, or maybe he’s just taking a long while to do it. But we were supposed to go together. And he’s not here with me. This was supposed to be our escape, free from all the hell we had on actual earth. This was supposed to be the place where no one would bother us because they’re just as bad as us, even worse in fact. We’d finally be okay, and no one would have been able to change that.
But I guess I’m stuck here all alone. Fuck, I’m not even in heaven or hell. What’s that place in the middle called again? I remember they taught me in school…purgatory, I believe. Yeah, it was purgatory. The place in the middle, the place where they put the good-but-not-good-enough or the bad-but-did-some-good. Or maybe the ones that neither end wants; like me for example. The one who served no purpose in life, except maybe as a punching bag for the rest, or as a mat for everyone to step on. I did no noble things, but nor any evil. But neither did Gerard, and we were supposed to be stuck here together.
The fact that even dead we could not be together saddened me. Maybe Gerard is not even dead. Maybe he decided that he didn’t want to die with me because I’m worthless. Just like all the other strangers wandering about here, walking aimlessly, encountering others with the same blank look on their faces. Everyone here has something wrong with them; some are wearing their hospital gowns, others something as simple as jeans and a tee shirt, with the stain of red, red, crimson blood somewhere.
Me? I’m just sitting here, thinking about Gerard. My Gerard, the one with the beautiful eyes and talented hands. His hands, the things that created the most breathtaking drawings one could imagine. Maybe he realized that his hands weren’t meant for taking his own life. Pretty smart of him I guess, it was pretty selfish of me to try and drag him down here with me. He had a purpose, and I should have never tried to deprive people of his talents. I’m sure we will meet again someday. Hopefully. I remember he whispered to me that he’ll always love me no matter what, and I almost said it back. But I was getting so tired, and was losing too much blood. I really wanted to tell him the same, but death reached me before I got the chance.
Sighing, I soon became lost in my own little world. Picking at the frayed black pants I was wearing, I winced occasionally when I moved my wrist too abruptly and tore the healing wound further. Who knew that the dead still felt? Scowling as I realized that even dead I still suffered in one way or another, I scanned over my surroundings and saw a large crowd forming around a certain man.
Becoming mildly curious I thought maybe I should check it out. I might as well become acquainted with others if I’m going to be stuck here for the rest of my afterlife. Who knows, I might even make great friends with someone. After all, there has to be someone here similar to me. I’ve already been told about this place and given a place to stay by a friendly elderly woman. Apparently she killed someone, but did many good deeds in her life to balance it out, hence getting stuck here. Anyways, I was told that in my new home, all my personal belongings have been placed in there. After that I was told the rules of purgatory, such as what I could and could not do. It’s pretty much the same as the rules back on earth, and as long as I stayed in my quadrant of the four here, I should be fine. My quadrant is the one with kids around my age, and I was told never to cross over to the others because it would throw off the balance that took so long to establish here.
Getting up, I dusted myself off and removed the strands of grass clinging to my body. This place wasn’t so bad looking; it reminded me of a suburb. Plain and boring it may be, but I guess that’s what being stuck in the middle of the underworld should be like. No excitement whatsoever, it should only be saved for heaven and hell. I walked to the large crowd of kids, which was growing by the second, and frowned slightly at all the commotion they were causing. Shoving my way to the front and ignoring the glares sent my way, I finally saw what the commotion was about. Standing there was a gorgeous male around the age of seventeen, holding a sign that read:
Stuck here and don’t believe you belong? Prove it. Only one of you will be given the chance to move up or down in this underworld, with one person of your choice, living or dead. If interested, speak to me now. ~Zacky.
Curious, I thought about it and was unsure if I should take that offer. What if I was meant to go to hell? Sensing the apprehension of the others, I understood why. But this was my chance, my chance to get Gerard back with me. It may be selfish, but he said he’d love me no matter what. Deciding I’d take the chance, I stepped forward and looked up at the guy. Smiling softly, his stunning eyes bore into mine, with his pierced lips opening, he spoke.
“Interested?” He asked quirking an eyebrow in question, his voice smooth and soothing, with a small lisp. I think I might have even heard a small Californian accent there. Nodding slightly, a hush fell upon the cluster of people around me, awaiting my answer.
Sighing and looking at him with determination coursing through me, I spoke. “Yes, I am actually. Very interested.”
His plump lips formed into a smile as he put the sign down. “Is anyone else interested?” He asked the crowd, who only shook their heads in response, accompanied with words of denial. “Very well,” he stepped down from his box, now almost at eye level with me. He was taller, such as everyone else is. “May I ask your name?” He questioned, extending his hand for greeting.
“Frank Iero.” I answered back, clasping his hand in a firm handshake, a sign I took as the sealing of the deal. “I’m guessing you’re Zacky?”
Laughing slightly, he nodded. “Yeah, Zacky Baker.” Looking me over, he smiled once more. “Nice to meet you, Frank. Ready to try and prove yourself worthy of leaving this place?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” As an afterthought, I added, ”You said I can bring anyone with me, right?” I bit my lip, awaiting his answer.
“Yeah, living or dead. It’s your decision. Although, if you choose someone living, they have to agree in some form or another. But don’t get ahead of yourself. You might not prove yourself.” He warned, his eyebrows furrowing. I only scowled in response, put off with the implication that I won’t succeed.
“Trust me, I’m proving myself worthy. Anything you got, I can take it.”
Chuckling quietly, Zacky only jerked his head in the opposite direction, signaling it as the way to follow him. “Come on then. Time to prepare you for what’s to come.”
Thoughts? R&R please, and thanks for reading.
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