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Meg~
The motel was big enough to be a two story house. The outside was dimly lit with a gold aura, the motel sign was only visible from spaces away. The motel
was, in this case, placed conviently right on the outer-outskirts of Zone 6. Gerard pulled into the miniature driveway, gravel crackling under the tires.
The car came to a stop and we all got out, Jet carrying Frankie this time. We stopped in front of the motel and cursed as we peered inside and saw no one had
even been in the place for at least a year.
"So much for a place to stay..."Jet said and Gerard growled in frustration, scaring me again with that killer look on his face.
Then, he took the back of his Ray Gun and smashed it against the glass door and it shattered.
He smirked to himself before crawling though the broken space and turned back to us, "Well?" He asked, his face stone again waited patiently for us to get
through one-by-one.
Gerard started walking to God knows where . Kendle jogged to catch up with him. What the heck was she doing? She should KNOW not to go near him. But he
didn't blow up at her, didn't even push her away. In fact, HE tooke HER hand and she leaned her head on his shoulder. I mean, it was pretty cute, but I don't
see how she was able to do that after what just happened. And actually thinking about what just happened made me want to cry, Mikey was Gerard's brother,
wasn't he? I'm pretty sure. I didn't know how he died, and I most definatly didn't want to.
Kendle~
I didn't like seeing him like this, so I did my best to comfort him as he led us down a long hallway. He held my hand and gripped it as if he was afraid I
would leave.
Me?
Leave him?
Never!
But in a low voice so no one could hear, he leaned down and said, "Promise me you'll never leave me." He looked at me as if I was The Only Hope, his eyes
said that he needed comfort, reassurance, and someone at his side. His eyes said that to me, and me only, as if I was the only one who could ever heal his
nasty wounds. Maybe I could.
I love him. I mean, I LOVE him. Never have I ever thought otherwise, he makes me smile, makes me laugh, makes me sad, and makes me cry. But looking out from
these playground eyes told me that he was the only one I could ever feel complete with.
So in an equaly low voice I said, "I promise. Even if I wanted to, I could never, ever leave you." That was a fact.
He gave me a weak smile and a squeaze at the hand before we approached the motel rooms.
"You guys can choose your own sleeping arrangments, but I get my own room. At the end of the hall." He said and the look that he gave everyone screamed out,
'You come into the room while I'm trying to mourn, I'll kick your KillJoy asses.' And everyone understood.
He let go of my hand and went straight to the room at the end of the hall, it felt like another chunk of my heart was missing when he left my side. My eyes
drooping when I realized how deathly tired I was.
"You guys need help with Frank?" I asked and they shook their heads.
It felt so weird with Mikey not being here, I kept wanting to sneak a look in his direction, say something to him. But I couldn't. And I never will ever
again. Because he was gone. Dead. Probably still bleeding in the maze, probably still there, not even burried... no funeral... no family was called, no long
talks about how we have to move on, nothing... Never thought the world could be so empty.
Ray took Frankie into a room and Meg was gonna stay with him, and Ray went into his own room afterwards, telling me goodnight before shutting his door. The
place was cold, and dead looking as dust sheeted the furniture in the lobby. I sat in a chair and picked up a magazine, reading it all the way through and
pausing on the last page: "KILLJOYS WANTED IN PICTURE BELOW: (Left to right) Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and Kobra Kid." Their pictures hung below as
a tear rolled down my cheek as I stared at Mikey's picture. Standing tall, confident, not even knowing that he was going to...
There was a tap at my shoulder and I looked behind me, it was Frankie.
"Oh... Hi, you woke up? Where's Meg?" I asked and he sat down in the chair next to me.
"She fell asleep, I... I couldn't..." He said, and I laid a hand on his arm.
"It all came... so fast. I... it's still catching up with me." I whispered, coiling back into the chair.
"I know. I just... I just never thought it would be Mikey... Never Mikey..." He said, running his fingers through his pitch black, messy hair.
It was silent for a few more moments and I choked back a sob when I whispered, "He's really gone, isn't he?"
Frankie nodded his head, trying to act strong by choking out laughing to hide a sob. "Yeah. It's like losing a piece of your heart, piece of your sanity. He
was always the one to keep us whole, always to be everyone's little brother... the one to keep us most sane." He explained and I watched the picture again.
My eyes stooped shut for a split second before my head snapping back up, I had to stay awake, I just had to. I shut the magazine and threw it on the table,
looking back at Frankie who's eyes were closing, too.
"You should go to sleep." I said, putting my hand on his.
He nodded his head and stood up, kissing my forehead before retreating to his room with Meg, soon, I fell asleep, too. In the most uncomfortable lobby chair
known to man.
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Thump. Thump. Thump...boom..Boom..Boom....BOOM BOOM BOOM.
The sound of pounding footsteps faded in. I am running. Running like I had never runned before. SPRINTING. But where was I?
In the desert.
In the hot, scorching, lonely desert.
And all I knew was that I was running.
But what was I running from?
I whip my head behind me.
A humoungous, black dust cloud was following closely behind me. It was gaining on me with every step I took. Had there been an explosion? What triggered it?
And why did I feel so...small?
Sweat was pouring down my face, and my breath was running faster, faster.
The sound of the dust cloud was almost...not a sound. A vibration? A rumble. Feeling AND sound. I took another head whip behind me as I was running. I caught
a glimpse of red hot sparks flying from the dust cloud. A tear streamed down my face, fearing the monster that was coming for me.
My legs carried me even faster, as though I was flying.
WATCH OUT!
I skidded to a complete stop.
I was standing right on the ledge of a cliff.
I dared my sweaty face to look over the edge.
Nothing. Just black. I took a second look around the abyss.
A light? A blue light. Something was down there, too. The rumbling was growing on me. I took another look behind me. It was closer. Closer. EVEN CLOSER. My
mind was racing with decisions? Should I dare jump? Or should I let the cloud overrun my body? The monster was coming closer, my heart was trying to escape
from my chest.
I jumped.
I let myself fall into the nothing, refusing to try and save myself. My body eventually flipped over onto my stomach. I was falling head on.
The blue light was coming closer. A sign. A black and white sign. I recognized that sign. A hard surface.
"HOLY CRAP!!" I screamed.
The BLI/nd symbol was charging straight towards my face......
I awoke with a heart-pounding jolt.
I was shocked, uncontent, and sweaty all over. It took a few seconds to realize where I was...and what had happened a few hours earlier. I checked the
nearest analog clock, which read 2:10 AM, and sighed in frustration. My hands rubbed my tired eyes, so I could get used to the dim light.
"Thank God" I whispered. The previous day was over. Finally over. I had hated almost everything about that day. Nothing would ever scare me more than all of
the action and terror that went on. The memories slipped around my mind like a falling ribbon. The scenes were beautiful, heart-breaking, anxiety-making, and
tear-triggering all at the same time. It was too much for my mind to keep up with.
The missing chunk in my heart still stayed. I relaxed myself a little in my uncomfortable sleeping chair..
Thump..thump..thump..CRASH...thump.
My pulse caught up to me again, like it did in the dream. Something was here. I slid out of my chair, more awake than usual in my dirt and blood stained
clothes, and walked out the motel lounge room.
The clammoring lead me to a hallway, then a door. I listened in, hearing crashes, stumbles, and pounding. 'This has to be Gerard's room' I thought. I let
myself in.
There he was. More troubled than I had ever seen him. Ever.
He stumbling across the room before he noticed me. I looked around and saw broken glasses of beer, and a shattered vase. The lights were on, but the lamp
shade was crooked.
"Kendle" he breathed my name. Gerard finally noticed me, stumbled towards me, and gathered me into a powerful embrace. I heard his breath shorten every now
and then, as if he had been crying.
He let it out.
Uncontrollable sobs came from him as he was in my arms, helpless and drunk. I let him cry on my shoulder, as he held the back of my head in a tight grip. His
body was quite heavy and drooped. It was while before I dared to pull away from his embrace. I took both of his hands, and looked into his watery eyes. I let
one single tear escape from my eye. Gerard sniffled as he kept looking into my eyes. My arms gave in, and gave Gerard another comforting hug. We eventually
let go of each other, and I lead him to sit down on his bed.
He looked terrible. So distressed. So forlourn. So...miserable. His eyes had blue-ish circles under them. His hair was showing parts of brown, and was wet
and sticking to his face. I hadn't even noticed that his shirtless body in all of the distress.
"I.....I'm sorry" he whispered. His voice was cracked and dry. It killed me. I gave him a confused look, as if asking him why he was sorry.
"That you have to see me like this" he replied.
"Gerard, stop it. You don't have anything to be sorry for anything. I feel it, too, ya know".
"I know...it's just..." he looked away.
"It's just what?". He took a long pause, as if trying to regain control.
"I miss him.".
I watched the single tear the traveled down his colored cheek as he said those painful words. I wave of sadness filled my chest.
"Oh, Gee.." I choked. I crawled right toward his exhausted body and kissed his lips.
His lips felt cracked, but the kiss was soft, slow, and full of feeling. A tear rolled down his cheek, and I could taste it in his kiss. I pulled away
gently. Gerard looked deep into my icy blues, and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. I caught a glimpse of a tiny grin on his face. Gerard was
slumped back on the wood head of the motel bed, and I let myself fall into his chest.
And we sat there for a long while, not uttering a word.
"You wanna talk about it?" I finally said, turning my back to lye on his chest. I heard him chuckle.
"If that's what you want" he said with a loving tone in his voice. I smiled secretly.
"Say anything." I whispered. He stroked my hair with a sweaty hand.
"Well...you're here." he told me.
"And...?".
"That's all I need.".
I turned my body back over to face him, and stared into those gorgeous hazels.
"I love you".
The words landed us right into another powerful kiss. It was as if I was in a fantasy. The world seemed to block out around us. His hands grasped my hair,
and I wrapped my hands around his chest. This time, it was me that felt the sadness. I never realized the stream running down my face, mixing with our
kisses.
His body started lying down on the motel bed, and I followed right along with him. Nothing interrupted us. I had wanted this for so long. It was here.
I was with him.
~~
♥
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I woke up to the sound of something beating...
A heart beat?
But whose?
Couldn't be mine, my heart beats out of tune and off centered, often trying something new, but always the same old story. This heart beat was steady and
strong, following and writing its own special song. But this heart was... giving, meant to be taken out of the owner's chest and given to someone special.
The offer wasn't limmited, though, but the WARNING sign clearly said that once you give it away, you do not get it back.
My eyes fluttered open and I came face-to-face with someone's bare chest, and my hands met their bare body. I sat up and my stomach turned, pretty sure I was
gonna puke. I made a run for to the bathroom that was connected to the motel room. My stomach heaved and I puked more than I had when Korse once fed the
Dracs and I this repulsing mystery meat.
Someone came into the bathroom and held my hair back, only then did I realize when I heard his voice that it was Gerard.
"It's okay, Baby, I'll get you a wet rag." He whispered softly and ran some hot water while putting a rag underneath.
He came back over to me and wiped my mouth once I was done puking. He helped me up and only then did I realize we were both naked.
"Oh my!" I gasped, throwing my hand over my mouth.
"Did we...?" Gerard started and I nodded my head, the memory clear in vivid images.
My body remembering the feel of his body on mine, the way his hands stroked up and down my body, the cold sheet of sweat on his warm body, and the way I ran
my fingers through his scarlet neon red hair.
I shivered and soon the entire room was cold. I stumbled blindly to the warm and underdressed bed and picked the blankets up off the floor. Gerard followed
and curled up in the bed with me.
"I'm sorry I took adavantege of you like that." He whispered and I turned towards him, "You were upset and I did it anyway..."
"What?! No, Gerard! You got it all wrong, I... I don't regret it... In fact I..." My cheeks turned a deep scarlet, "I liked it." My eyes met his and he
smiled, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"Kendle Helen, I love you. I've loved you since the first second you walked into that detention room. My love for you has never wavered, it only grew when
your lips first met mine." He whispered and I smiled as he gave me a soft, loving kiss, the electricity shooting through me like when we first met.
We touched each other in no sexual way, it was just the love between the two of us.
Gerard~
Finally, the one girl I have ever wanted was in my arms right now kissing me. She was beautiful, her ginger hair reaching below her shoulders, and her icey
blues were just so gorgeous that I could stare into them for hours...
"I think I'm sick," She said, "I'm not feeling too good."
"I think that's obvious, you just got done puking." I chucked and she nuzzled her head into my neck.
I stroked her soggy, tossled hair. I felt her flip her body to lay on her side, so her back met my bare chest. I wrapped my arm around her body, as she fell
asleep in my arms.
I couldn't stand seeing her like that, throwing up the little she's had to eat. It worried me. A lot. Though, I had many more stressful things in my life, I
made sure that Kendle was my top priority.
I tried my hardest not to wake her sleeping body up, as I slid my way off the bed to leave her to peace. My Killjoy clothes were laying in a trashed heap on
the motel floor, still dirt and blood stained from the previous day. I didn't dare try and scrub Mikey's blood off my clothes. Never. I slipped on my
clothes, tossled my hair a bit, and gave a gentle kiss on the cheek to Kendle while she was asleep. I then strode out to find the others.
"Hey, you!" A feminine voice called, feeling the smile in her voice. It was Meg, preparing breakfast in the small motel kitchen.
"Hey." I sighed, letting a tiny grin cross my face. It was nice to see a happy face in this devilish society once in a while. I didn't know how she could be
happy in this kind of a time, though....I joined a grinning Frankie at the counter.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked sarcastically.
"It's that woman over there! She sure knows how to make any situation better." Frankie replied happily. I heard Meg giggle from her station at the stove, and
I rolled my eyes.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked Meg.
"Eggs." she replied. I waited.
"That's it?".
"Yeah, that's it! What, do you expect a royal banquet or something? Don't start with me, Poison." she automatically got on the defensive.
"Okay, okay! Geez, just wanted to know." I mumbled. Meg turned the stove off and turned to me, with annoyance in her eyes.
"You know what, Gerard? You've REALLY been getting on my nerves lately." mentioned Meg.
"Woah there, Meg. Be careful" I heard Frankie warn her.
"Why? WHAT EXACTLY have I been doing to bother you, huh?" I sarcastically replied back.
"THAT! THAT RIGHT THERE! I-" Meg tried to calm herself.
She continued with a sigh.
"Lots of us here are mourning...Mikey....okay? You've been treating us like CRAP, Gerard. It's not like YOU are the only one that misses him!" she started
growing in anger as she confronted me. Meg casually turned herself back to the stove, and I remained silent for a while.
"You're right." I confessed.
"What?".
"I said you're right!".
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the awesome sizzling of my eggs. Speak louder" she said sarcastically.
"YOU'RE RIGHT, GODDANGIT, YOU'RE RIGHT! I've been acting like a ass-hole lately. It's just....things have been real hard lately. And usually I can handle it,
but, you know...I just...".
"It's okay, Gee. Just needed to get that off my chest, that's all. I forgive you." she mentioned while turning off the stove. I ran my fingers through my
unclean hair.
"You too, Frank. Sorry for being an ass...".
"Yeah, it's cool. I don't think I was awake when you were supposedly being an 'ass' anyway. But, apology accepted, I guess.".
Before we knew it, Meg set a steaming bowl of the most amazing looking eggs I'd ever laid my eyes on. I had never realized how extremely food-deprived I was.
The plate was empty by the first few bites.
"Where did you find these eggs anyway, Meg?" Frankie asked with a full mouth.
"Motel fridge. They were just sitting there, completely untouched! Guess they used to have chickens here." she replied as she prepared herself a plate. It
had been a while since I actually had my fix decent food lately.
"Woah woah woah....everybody stop moving for a second." Frankie said randomly. I gave him a look of confusion, as Meg and I put our silverwear down.
"You hear that?" he said. We listened close. It took a few minutes, but I did hear something. It was a mere, muffled beeping coming from Frankie's side of
the room.
"Yeah! I hear it....you hear it, Meg?"
"You hear beeping?"
"Yeah! What the hell?...".
We sat in silence for a while longer.
The beeping grew faster.
Faster.
Even a little louder.
A look of suspicion crossed my face.
Then realization.
"HOLY CRAP, FRANKIE. DON'T MAKE A SINGLE MOVE" I yelled to him.
"WHAT?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" Meg shouted. Frankie tensed up.
I cursed to myself, wondering why I was so stupid to forget about those "things".
"BLI/nd makes tracking chips!! When a criminal gets taken into jail, they secretly inject the chip in the back of their neck. The prisoner doesn't feel a
thing. SO, if he or she escapes, the tracker goes off! Did a Drac ever land on top of you, Frank?" I explained.
"YES! AH SHIT. The Drac must've injected into me while I was down!" he exclaimed, his hand shooting to the back of his neck.
"Well, THAT'S JUST GREAT" Meg said, her hands rubbing her temples.
"Don't make a single move, Frankie. I'm going to get Ray." I ordered. Right then, I jumped out of my seat and ran to where Ray was sleeping. I barged right
into his room without permission. There he lay shirtless, sleeping as peacefully as ever. I gave his shoulder a violent shake.
"JET, WAKE UP. We've got another emergency.". His eyes fluttered open. His hand gripped his curly hair in frustration and he moaned.
"How many god danm 'emergencies' are we gonna have in this place?!" he muttered.
"COME ON JET! You're the only one here that knows how to do surgery!!!! WE NEED TO DO IT NOW, or the Dracs will be following us anywhere we go! COME ON, GET
UP!" I pulled his arm. He arose out of his resting area stubbornly, and we both made our way back to the kitchen, where Frankie was as stiff as stone.
xxx
"Somebody turn on a lamp or something." Jet ordered in a serious monotone. I fetched a lamp from the lobby.
We were still in the kitchen, but the windows were covered, and his was dark as night in there. The lamp gave off an intense, golden aura, like the sign
outside of the motel at night. Jet had managed to find a 2017 verison of a first-aid kit. The supplies weren't so handy, but it would have to do.
We had Frankie flipped over on his stomach, so we could get into his neck easily. Jet had to smack him hard with a kitchen pan in the head to knock him out.
Not a pretty sight, I could tell you that. But the surgery would be worse. Meg decided to wait out in the lobby, not wanting to see Frankie's blood again.
Jet and I snapped on the rubber gloves that came inside the first aid kit. My heart was thudding again, with the pressure of loosing another brother pounding
the back of my mind.
A knock at the door.
Jet and I went silent.
"They're here".
The motel was big enough to be a two story house. The outside was dimly lit with a gold aura, the motel sign was only visible from spaces away. The motel
was, in this case, placed conviently right on the outer-outskirts of Zone 6. Gerard pulled into the miniature driveway, gravel crackling under the tires.
The car came to a stop and we all got out, Jet carrying Frankie this time. We stopped in front of the motel and cursed as we peered inside and saw no one had
even been in the place for at least a year.
"So much for a place to stay..."Jet said and Gerard growled in frustration, scaring me again with that killer look on his face.
Then, he took the back of his Ray Gun and smashed it against the glass door and it shattered.
He smirked to himself before crawling though the broken space and turned back to us, "Well?" He asked, his face stone again waited patiently for us to get
through one-by-one.
Gerard started walking to God knows where . Kendle jogged to catch up with him. What the heck was she doing? She should KNOW not to go near him. But he
didn't blow up at her, didn't even push her away. In fact, HE tooke HER hand and she leaned her head on his shoulder. I mean, it was pretty cute, but I don't
see how she was able to do that after what just happened. And actually thinking about what just happened made me want to cry, Mikey was Gerard's brother,
wasn't he? I'm pretty sure. I didn't know how he died, and I most definatly didn't want to.
Kendle~
I didn't like seeing him like this, so I did my best to comfort him as he led us down a long hallway. He held my hand and gripped it as if he was afraid I
would leave.
Me?
Leave him?
Never!
But in a low voice so no one could hear, he leaned down and said, "Promise me you'll never leave me." He looked at me as if I was The Only Hope, his eyes
said that he needed comfort, reassurance, and someone at his side. His eyes said that to me, and me only, as if I was the only one who could ever heal his
nasty wounds. Maybe I could.
I love him. I mean, I LOVE him. Never have I ever thought otherwise, he makes me smile, makes me laugh, makes me sad, and makes me cry. But looking out from
these playground eyes told me that he was the only one I could ever feel complete with.
So in an equaly low voice I said, "I promise. Even if I wanted to, I could never, ever leave you." That was a fact.
He gave me a weak smile and a squeaze at the hand before we approached the motel rooms.
"You guys can choose your own sleeping arrangments, but I get my own room. At the end of the hall." He said and the look that he gave everyone screamed out,
'You come into the room while I'm trying to mourn, I'll kick your KillJoy asses.' And everyone understood.
He let go of my hand and went straight to the room at the end of the hall, it felt like another chunk of my heart was missing when he left my side. My eyes
drooping when I realized how deathly tired I was.
"You guys need help with Frank?" I asked and they shook their heads.
It felt so weird with Mikey not being here, I kept wanting to sneak a look in his direction, say something to him. But I couldn't. And I never will ever
again. Because he was gone. Dead. Probably still bleeding in the maze, probably still there, not even burried... no funeral... no family was called, no long
talks about how we have to move on, nothing... Never thought the world could be so empty.
Ray took Frankie into a room and Meg was gonna stay with him, and Ray went into his own room afterwards, telling me goodnight before shutting his door. The
place was cold, and dead looking as dust sheeted the furniture in the lobby. I sat in a chair and picked up a magazine, reading it all the way through and
pausing on the last page: "KILLJOYS WANTED IN PICTURE BELOW: (Left to right) Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and Kobra Kid." Their pictures hung below as
a tear rolled down my cheek as I stared at Mikey's picture. Standing tall, confident, not even knowing that he was going to...
There was a tap at my shoulder and I looked behind me, it was Frankie.
"Oh... Hi, you woke up? Where's Meg?" I asked and he sat down in the chair next to me.
"She fell asleep, I... I couldn't..." He said, and I laid a hand on his arm.
"It all came... so fast. I... it's still catching up with me." I whispered, coiling back into the chair.
"I know. I just... I just never thought it would be Mikey... Never Mikey..." He said, running his fingers through his pitch black, messy hair.
It was silent for a few more moments and I choked back a sob when I whispered, "He's really gone, isn't he?"
Frankie nodded his head, trying to act strong by choking out laughing to hide a sob. "Yeah. It's like losing a piece of your heart, piece of your sanity. He
was always the one to keep us whole, always to be everyone's little brother... the one to keep us most sane." He explained and I watched the picture again.
My eyes stooped shut for a split second before my head snapping back up, I had to stay awake, I just had to. I shut the magazine and threw it on the table,
looking back at Frankie who's eyes were closing, too.
"You should go to sleep." I said, putting my hand on his.
He nodded his head and stood up, kissing my forehead before retreating to his room with Meg, soon, I fell asleep, too. In the most uncomfortable lobby chair
known to man.
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Thump. Thump. Thump...boom..Boom..Boom....BOOM BOOM BOOM.
The sound of pounding footsteps faded in. I am running. Running like I had never runned before. SPRINTING. But where was I?
In the desert.
In the hot, scorching, lonely desert.
And all I knew was that I was running.
But what was I running from?
I whip my head behind me.
A humoungous, black dust cloud was following closely behind me. It was gaining on me with every step I took. Had there been an explosion? What triggered it?
And why did I feel so...small?
Sweat was pouring down my face, and my breath was running faster, faster.
The sound of the dust cloud was almost...not a sound. A vibration? A rumble. Feeling AND sound. I took another head whip behind me as I was running. I caught
a glimpse of red hot sparks flying from the dust cloud. A tear streamed down my face, fearing the monster that was coming for me.
My legs carried me even faster, as though I was flying.
WATCH OUT!
I skidded to a complete stop.
I was standing right on the ledge of a cliff.
I dared my sweaty face to look over the edge.
Nothing. Just black. I took a second look around the abyss.
A light? A blue light. Something was down there, too. The rumbling was growing on me. I took another look behind me. It was closer. Closer. EVEN CLOSER. My
mind was racing with decisions? Should I dare jump? Or should I let the cloud overrun my body? The monster was coming closer, my heart was trying to escape
from my chest.
I jumped.
I let myself fall into the nothing, refusing to try and save myself. My body eventually flipped over onto my stomach. I was falling head on.
The blue light was coming closer. A sign. A black and white sign. I recognized that sign. A hard surface.
"HOLY CRAP!!" I screamed.
The BLI/nd symbol was charging straight towards my face......
I awoke with a heart-pounding jolt.
I was shocked, uncontent, and sweaty all over. It took a few seconds to realize where I was...and what had happened a few hours earlier. I checked the
nearest analog clock, which read 2:10 AM, and sighed in frustration. My hands rubbed my tired eyes, so I could get used to the dim light.
"Thank God" I whispered. The previous day was over. Finally over. I had hated almost everything about that day. Nothing would ever scare me more than all of
the action and terror that went on. The memories slipped around my mind like a falling ribbon. The scenes were beautiful, heart-breaking, anxiety-making, and
tear-triggering all at the same time. It was too much for my mind to keep up with.
The missing chunk in my heart still stayed. I relaxed myself a little in my uncomfortable sleeping chair..
Thump..thump..thump..CRASH...thump.
My pulse caught up to me again, like it did in the dream. Something was here. I slid out of my chair, more awake than usual in my dirt and blood stained
clothes, and walked out the motel lounge room.
The clammoring lead me to a hallway, then a door. I listened in, hearing crashes, stumbles, and pounding. 'This has to be Gerard's room' I thought. I let
myself in.
There he was. More troubled than I had ever seen him. Ever.
He stumbling across the room before he noticed me. I looked around and saw broken glasses of beer, and a shattered vase. The lights were on, but the lamp
shade was crooked.
"Kendle" he breathed my name. Gerard finally noticed me, stumbled towards me, and gathered me into a powerful embrace. I heard his breath shorten every now
and then, as if he had been crying.
He let it out.
Uncontrollable sobs came from him as he was in my arms, helpless and drunk. I let him cry on my shoulder, as he held the back of my head in a tight grip. His
body was quite heavy and drooped. It was while before I dared to pull away from his embrace. I took both of his hands, and looked into his watery eyes. I let
one single tear escape from my eye. Gerard sniffled as he kept looking into my eyes. My arms gave in, and gave Gerard another comforting hug. We eventually
let go of each other, and I lead him to sit down on his bed.
He looked terrible. So distressed. So forlourn. So...miserable. His eyes had blue-ish circles under them. His hair was showing parts of brown, and was wet
and sticking to his face. I hadn't even noticed that his shirtless body in all of the distress.
"I.....I'm sorry" he whispered. His voice was cracked and dry. It killed me. I gave him a confused look, as if asking him why he was sorry.
"That you have to see me like this" he replied.
"Gerard, stop it. You don't have anything to be sorry for anything. I feel it, too, ya know".
"I know...it's just..." he looked away.
"It's just what?". He took a long pause, as if trying to regain control.
"I miss him.".
I watched the single tear the traveled down his colored cheek as he said those painful words. I wave of sadness filled my chest.
"Oh, Gee.." I choked. I crawled right toward his exhausted body and kissed his lips.
His lips felt cracked, but the kiss was soft, slow, and full of feeling. A tear rolled down his cheek, and I could taste it in his kiss. I pulled away
gently. Gerard looked deep into my icy blues, and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. I caught a glimpse of a tiny grin on his face. Gerard was
slumped back on the wood head of the motel bed, and I let myself fall into his chest.
And we sat there for a long while, not uttering a word.
"You wanna talk about it?" I finally said, turning my back to lye on his chest. I heard him chuckle.
"If that's what you want" he said with a loving tone in his voice. I smiled secretly.
"Say anything." I whispered. He stroked my hair with a sweaty hand.
"Well...you're here." he told me.
"And...?".
"That's all I need.".
I turned my body back over to face him, and stared into those gorgeous hazels.
"I love you".
The words landed us right into another powerful kiss. It was as if I was in a fantasy. The world seemed to block out around us. His hands grasped my hair,
and I wrapped my hands around his chest. This time, it was me that felt the sadness. I never realized the stream running down my face, mixing with our
kisses.
His body started lying down on the motel bed, and I followed right along with him. Nothing interrupted us. I had wanted this for so long. It was here.
I was with him.
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I woke up to the sound of something beating...
A heart beat?
But whose?
Couldn't be mine, my heart beats out of tune and off centered, often trying something new, but always the same old story. This heart beat was steady and
strong, following and writing its own special song. But this heart was... giving, meant to be taken out of the owner's chest and given to someone special.
The offer wasn't limmited, though, but the WARNING sign clearly said that once you give it away, you do not get it back.
My eyes fluttered open and I came face-to-face with someone's bare chest, and my hands met their bare body. I sat up and my stomach turned, pretty sure I was
gonna puke. I made a run for to the bathroom that was connected to the motel room. My stomach heaved and I puked more than I had when Korse once fed the
Dracs and I this repulsing mystery meat.
Someone came into the bathroom and held my hair back, only then did I realize when I heard his voice that it was Gerard.
"It's okay, Baby, I'll get you a wet rag." He whispered softly and ran some hot water while putting a rag underneath.
He came back over to me and wiped my mouth once I was done puking. He helped me up and only then did I realize we were both naked.
"Oh my!" I gasped, throwing my hand over my mouth.
"Did we...?" Gerard started and I nodded my head, the memory clear in vivid images.
My body remembering the feel of his body on mine, the way his hands stroked up and down my body, the cold sheet of sweat on his warm body, and the way I ran
my fingers through his scarlet neon red hair.
I shivered and soon the entire room was cold. I stumbled blindly to the warm and underdressed bed and picked the blankets up off the floor. Gerard followed
and curled up in the bed with me.
"I'm sorry I took adavantege of you like that." He whispered and I turned towards him, "You were upset and I did it anyway..."
"What?! No, Gerard! You got it all wrong, I... I don't regret it... In fact I..." My cheeks turned a deep scarlet, "I liked it." My eyes met his and he
smiled, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"Kendle Helen, I love you. I've loved you since the first second you walked into that detention room. My love for you has never wavered, it only grew when
your lips first met mine." He whispered and I smiled as he gave me a soft, loving kiss, the electricity shooting through me like when we first met.
We touched each other in no sexual way, it was just the love between the two of us.
Gerard~
Finally, the one girl I have ever wanted was in my arms right now kissing me. She was beautiful, her ginger hair reaching below her shoulders, and her icey
blues were just so gorgeous that I could stare into them for hours...
"I think I'm sick," She said, "I'm not feeling too good."
"I think that's obvious, you just got done puking." I chucked and she nuzzled her head into my neck.
I stroked her soggy, tossled hair. I felt her flip her body to lay on her side, so her back met my bare chest. I wrapped my arm around her body, as she fell
asleep in my arms.
I couldn't stand seeing her like that, throwing up the little she's had to eat. It worried me. A lot. Though, I had many more stressful things in my life, I
made sure that Kendle was my top priority.
I tried my hardest not to wake her sleeping body up, as I slid my way off the bed to leave her to peace. My Killjoy clothes were laying in a trashed heap on
the motel floor, still dirt and blood stained from the previous day. I didn't dare try and scrub Mikey's blood off my clothes. Never. I slipped on my
clothes, tossled my hair a bit, and gave a gentle kiss on the cheek to Kendle while she was asleep. I then strode out to find the others.
"Hey, you!" A feminine voice called, feeling the smile in her voice. It was Meg, preparing breakfast in the small motel kitchen.
"Hey." I sighed, letting a tiny grin cross my face. It was nice to see a happy face in this devilish society once in a while. I didn't know how she could be
happy in this kind of a time, though....I joined a grinning Frankie at the counter.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked sarcastically.
"It's that woman over there! She sure knows how to make any situation better." Frankie replied happily. I heard Meg giggle from her station at the stove, and
I rolled my eyes.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked Meg.
"Eggs." she replied. I waited.
"That's it?".
"Yeah, that's it! What, do you expect a royal banquet or something? Don't start with me, Poison." she automatically got on the defensive.
"Okay, okay! Geez, just wanted to know." I mumbled. Meg turned the stove off and turned to me, with annoyance in her eyes.
"You know what, Gerard? You've REALLY been getting on my nerves lately." mentioned Meg.
"Woah there, Meg. Be careful" I heard Frankie warn her.
"Why? WHAT EXACTLY have I been doing to bother you, huh?" I sarcastically replied back.
"THAT! THAT RIGHT THERE! I-" Meg tried to calm herself.
She continued with a sigh.
"Lots of us here are mourning...Mikey....okay? You've been treating us like CRAP, Gerard. It's not like YOU are the only one that misses him!" she started
growing in anger as she confronted me. Meg casually turned herself back to the stove, and I remained silent for a while.
"You're right." I confessed.
"What?".
"I said you're right!".
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the awesome sizzling of my eggs. Speak louder" she said sarcastically.
"YOU'RE RIGHT, GODDANGIT, YOU'RE RIGHT! I've been acting like a ass-hole lately. It's just....things have been real hard lately. And usually I can handle it,
but, you know...I just...".
"It's okay, Gee. Just needed to get that off my chest, that's all. I forgive you." she mentioned while turning off the stove. I ran my fingers through my
unclean hair.
"You too, Frank. Sorry for being an ass...".
"Yeah, it's cool. I don't think I was awake when you were supposedly being an 'ass' anyway. But, apology accepted, I guess.".
Before we knew it, Meg set a steaming bowl of the most amazing looking eggs I'd ever laid my eyes on. I had never realized how extremely food-deprived I was.
The plate was empty by the first few bites.
"Where did you find these eggs anyway, Meg?" Frankie asked with a full mouth.
"Motel fridge. They were just sitting there, completely untouched! Guess they used to have chickens here." she replied as she prepared herself a plate. It
had been a while since I actually had my fix decent food lately.
"Woah woah woah....everybody stop moving for a second." Frankie said randomly. I gave him a look of confusion, as Meg and I put our silverwear down.
"You hear that?" he said. We listened close. It took a few minutes, but I did hear something. It was a mere, muffled beeping coming from Frankie's side of
the room.
"Yeah! I hear it....you hear it, Meg?"
"You hear beeping?"
"Yeah! What the hell?...".
We sat in silence for a while longer.
The beeping grew faster.
Faster.
Even a little louder.
A look of suspicion crossed my face.
Then realization.
"HOLY CRAP, FRANKIE. DON'T MAKE A SINGLE MOVE" I yelled to him.
"WHAT?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" Meg shouted. Frankie tensed up.
I cursed to myself, wondering why I was so stupid to forget about those "things".
"BLI/nd makes tracking chips!! When a criminal gets taken into jail, they secretly inject the chip in the back of their neck. The prisoner doesn't feel a
thing. SO, if he or she escapes, the tracker goes off! Did a Drac ever land on top of you, Frank?" I explained.
"YES! AH SHIT. The Drac must've injected into me while I was down!" he exclaimed, his hand shooting to the back of his neck.
"Well, THAT'S JUST GREAT" Meg said, her hands rubbing her temples.
"Don't make a single move, Frankie. I'm going to get Ray." I ordered. Right then, I jumped out of my seat and ran to where Ray was sleeping. I barged right
into his room without permission. There he lay shirtless, sleeping as peacefully as ever. I gave his shoulder a violent shake.
"JET, WAKE UP. We've got another emergency.". His eyes fluttered open. His hand gripped his curly hair in frustration and he moaned.
"How many god danm 'emergencies' are we gonna have in this place?!" he muttered.
"COME ON JET! You're the only one here that knows how to do surgery!!!! WE NEED TO DO IT NOW, or the Dracs will be following us anywhere we go! COME ON, GET
UP!" I pulled his arm. He arose out of his resting area stubbornly, and we both made our way back to the kitchen, where Frankie was as stiff as stone.
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"Somebody turn on a lamp or something." Jet ordered in a serious monotone. I fetched a lamp from the lobby.
We were still in the kitchen, but the windows were covered, and his was dark as night in there. The lamp gave off an intense, golden aura, like the sign
outside of the motel at night. Jet had managed to find a 2017 verison of a first-aid kit. The supplies weren't so handy, but it would have to do.
We had Frankie flipped over on his stomach, so we could get into his neck easily. Jet had to smack him hard with a kitchen pan in the head to knock him out.
Not a pretty sight, I could tell you that. But the surgery would be worse. Meg decided to wait out in the lobby, not wanting to see Frankie's blood again.
Jet and I snapped on the rubber gloves that came inside the first aid kit. My heart was thudding again, with the pressure of loosing another brother pounding
the back of my mind.
A knock at the door.
Jet and I went silent.
"They're here".
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