Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Escape From This Afterlife
I know this is short. If there is people actually enjoying this story, I'm sorry. (I doubt there is anyway).
1) I really, uberly, suck at updating.
2) This is short.
3) I have no idea if people are actually understanding this story.
Plus I get no reviews anymore. But - really, I just want to end this story as soon as possible! I know, not the best postive attitude. But yeah, uh, here ya go!
...But considering the fact, there is actually alot of people who view this...maybe it's bad views...I really don't know.
Third Person P.O.V.
“How long? How much longer will this all go on?” Sconall beseeched, kneeling on the ground before David.
“As long as I can keep it up!” David snapped viciously, “until I know, until I know.”
“Dav- I mean, my Lord! Know what? Know what?” Sconall tried to stand up but only to be beaten down by a large guard standing on either side of David.
“You do not stand until I tell you to stand!” David screeched kicking Sconall in the stomach. “And in response to your question, I think you may know what I’m talking about, you, Mild Blood. Once I go into power, and you rule along side me we’ll have everything to ourselves. Only starting with the magical world- the dark world, then working our way up to the Human land. You do not think we can do it alone, no? We’ve already sucked Gerard into our little plan and Alex. Close friends to both Grace and the rest of them. It won’t be long until we’ve got them too and the rest of the powerful Mild Bloods. And if anyone, or anything tries to prevent us from doing this. They’ll be killed. It’s all about power isn’t it? Betrayal for the power. Now scurry along, go tend to whatever needs tending now.” David wiggled his hand in the face of Sconall.
Who helplessly kneels on the ground, looking bewildered.
Mikey’s P.O.V
One human. Two human. Three human. Four. I count as I break my fingers, watching as they simultaneously heal again. My hunger was killing me. I would go on a killing massacre if I have too. Every little, puny human would die. The whole fucking lot of them. I quietly giggle to myself as I chew on my finger nails. It’s like ripping little human heads off. Vampires, more than likely - we’ll never change. Why would we? We could have all the power in the world, have power over all the humans. All the power anyone would want. I don’t know why we didn’t do it before. I sprawl out on the floor and look up at the mirrors above me, my reflection looks horrible. My skin now a greyish colour, my eyes pure white, fangs long. I sometimes wonder, what would I be doing now if I was human? Talking to friends? Sitting with my girlfriend? Bored at school? Human lives are so boring. Not like ours, no, not like ours. Stupid, stupid humans. They don’t know how strong we really are.
Third Person P.O.V
“He’s ready” David stated, peering through the glass as he watched Mikey lay on the floor.
“Are you sure, Lord? He’s only been in there a few days, he can’t possibly -”
“He is ready!” David barked. “Now, Craig, do what I say, and get him out of there - begin the process and tell Gerard.” David smiled, his plan was going just as he planned. He watched as Mikey squirmed around, transforming into different animals, insects. The hunger was killing him and he knew it. Mikey was loosing his mind, and he knew it. The anger and hate for the human world was forming inside Mikey, and he knew it.
1) I really, uberly, suck at updating.
2) This is short.
3) I have no idea if people are actually understanding this story.
Plus I get no reviews anymore. But - really, I just want to end this story as soon as possible! I know, not the best postive attitude. But yeah, uh, here ya go!
...But considering the fact, there is actually alot of people who view this...maybe it's bad views...I really don't know.
Third Person P.O.V.
“How long? How much longer will this all go on?” Sconall beseeched, kneeling on the ground before David.
“As long as I can keep it up!” David snapped viciously, “until I know, until I know.”
“Dav- I mean, my Lord! Know what? Know what?” Sconall tried to stand up but only to be beaten down by a large guard standing on either side of David.
“You do not stand until I tell you to stand!” David screeched kicking Sconall in the stomach. “And in response to your question, I think you may know what I’m talking about, you, Mild Blood. Once I go into power, and you rule along side me we’ll have everything to ourselves. Only starting with the magical world- the dark world, then working our way up to the Human land. You do not think we can do it alone, no? We’ve already sucked Gerard into our little plan and Alex. Close friends to both Grace and the rest of them. It won’t be long until we’ve got them too and the rest of the powerful Mild Bloods. And if anyone, or anything tries to prevent us from doing this. They’ll be killed. It’s all about power isn’t it? Betrayal for the power. Now scurry along, go tend to whatever needs tending now.” David wiggled his hand in the face of Sconall.
Who helplessly kneels on the ground, looking bewildered.
Mikey’s P.O.V
One human. Two human. Three human. Four. I count as I break my fingers, watching as they simultaneously heal again. My hunger was killing me. I would go on a killing massacre if I have too. Every little, puny human would die. The whole fucking lot of them. I quietly giggle to myself as I chew on my finger nails. It’s like ripping little human heads off. Vampires, more than likely - we’ll never change. Why would we? We could have all the power in the world, have power over all the humans. All the power anyone would want. I don’t know why we didn’t do it before. I sprawl out on the floor and look up at the mirrors above me, my reflection looks horrible. My skin now a greyish colour, my eyes pure white, fangs long. I sometimes wonder, what would I be doing now if I was human? Talking to friends? Sitting with my girlfriend? Bored at school? Human lives are so boring. Not like ours, no, not like ours. Stupid, stupid humans. They don’t know how strong we really are.
Third Person P.O.V
“He’s ready” David stated, peering through the glass as he watched Mikey lay on the floor.
“Are you sure, Lord? He’s only been in there a few days, he can’t possibly -”
“He is ready!” David barked. “Now, Craig, do what I say, and get him out of there - begin the process and tell Gerard.” David smiled, his plan was going just as he planned. He watched as Mikey squirmed around, transforming into different animals, insects. The hunger was killing him and he knew it. Mikey was loosing his mind, and he knew it. The anger and hate for the human world was forming inside Mikey, and he knew it.
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