FicWad

His is the most twisted, messed up fanfiction i have EVER written.

It is also my first higher rated story due to content.

Trust me, you won't expect HIM to be a certain person, you dont know HIS name until the very end xD

R&R and tell me what you think :)

Mikey :

It was dark. Very dark. Inside and out. An eerie silence fell upon the room and on the inside where a heart slowly stayed in rhythm was turning black.

The wall's were edging in. Making me know that they are there. I was well aware of their presence. They were the only one's i had left to talk to. They kept it in. Everything, they would even whisper it back to you if you listened close enough.

A small sharp breeze was blazing through the window and echoing off the black painted walls. Especially THAT wall. The wall with the red PAINT.

Everybody believed me that it was red paint. None questioned the smell that lurked. Because normally when someone arrives here they would leave almost instantly. They too believed that i was a physco. I wasn't. THEY were. EVERYONE surrounding me, they were what put me the way i am. THEY were the ones that made me feel this way.

THEY were the ones that made me feel weak. THEY were the ones who brought me down, every time i brought myself up.

But HE got involved. I didn't want him too. He felt he NEEDED to. He just made the situation even worse for the two of us. He was ANGRY. He wanted us to be ACCEPTED. But even i wouldn't accept it.

EVERYONE who surrounded me just blanked me completly and then he lost it. Screams of shear pain and terror still inside those walls.

They also whisper the screams. The demented screams sheering and tearing through ripped souls. Who were weak and immune to any hope. I couldnt do anything. The chilled breeze had managed to suffocate me to do nothing.

My eyes were burning and everytime they closed the blood spilled out of them.

HE looked over at me, a evil grin plastered on his face, his mouth just covered with the blood and the guts hanging from either side of the wicked smile.

Edging closer to me, fire burning with every step he took. His eyes gleamed with thrill.

"Everything is okay" He whispered to me, stretching out the blooded hand and telling me to take it, which i generally refused to.

I refused to part of his life. He just ripped THEM all up in front of me and dug into his feast of their bodies. He thought he was doing right.

The souls of the people lurked around him, warning to me to step back. Then my back collided with the dark, wet wall. He approached me again. His hands either side of me. His breath smelt stale, the blood surrounding his face was now dry and he was suffocating into my space.

I turned my head slowly away from him. Taking sharp steady breaths, my heart beating as if it was running an olympic race. Begging to get away, that would be the ultimate gold medal, to disappear. Get away. Get away from HIM. THEY didn't understand how i felt, i regretted telling HIM what happened.

"Go away" I choked, taking even deeper breaths, the 2 words was a stab inside my lungs, a piercing pain which lurked long after it arrived. He just leaned in closer making me jerk, causing even more pain to shoot through every part of my body.

I cringed, i regretted saying those words, i looked down refusing to make eye contact with him, he would just send even more pain thorugh my body, moving my body caused both physical and emotional pain.

"Don't be scared, i wont hurt you" He cocked his head around to the otherside and gently stroked my face, his cold fingertips sending chills and warning down my spine.

His words were demonic and frightening. The sound of his voice was warped with betrayal and a devil accent. I actually believe he literally is satan, after all the pain that was caused, he just didn't want to face it.

He didn't want to believe it. His hair hung around his face, making him looked even more evil and his eyes were burning holes into whereever they were looking at, which i presumed was my right temple .

The smell of stale dry blood was getting stronger as the blood dried in the slightest sunlight coming through the slit of a window in the dark room.

"Mikey" I heard Alicia's innocent voice, it wasn't so innocent when she walked down stairs, i couldn't even turn to look at my best friend. But all i could hear was her screams and then he walked away from me, trying to calm her down, he didn't like the fact that she had just INTERRUPTED the silence.

That she INTERRUPTED his feeding and that i was probably the next meal he would take.

"Leave her alone!" I spoke hoarsly, but the words found the strength to get out, my throat had opened and set the words free.

"She's just going to make this more painful Mikey, sure look what Gee done" His voice was soft and intimidating. He wanted us to be us. I knew he didn't really want me to be with him, he wanted me to be inside him, his mouth savouring the taste of my blood.

Then the demonic smile creeped back into his face as he looked over. Did i dare to look at my brothers destroyed, lifeless body and see what this man was capable of?

"Oh my" Alicia's eyes were bloodshot taking in the scene. She was the only one left, the only one who hadn't been devoured or ripped to pieces, she was the only voice left that would approach my ear other than his.

It was obvious she had seen Gerard's body as she had collapsed onto the stairs, prbably seeing the other's bodies aswell. Scarring her for life no doubt.

"Now now Allie" His voice, the fact that he had used HER nickname. That very fact made me alert. She was practically the only soul left.

My eye's shut tight as i heard Alicia mutter the word No. There was nothing i could do to save her now. I slid down the wet wall and pulled my knee's upto my chest and lowered my head trying to block out Alicia's screams. He had touched her, the red glow in his eyes had frightened her.

Taken her soul away with one look. The tears came down naturally as i heard her chest ripped open, no doubt he was practically molesting her. That just made my heart break even more.

The sounds of the body being ripped apart made me quiver and the screms of the other victims echoed, bringing her soul away with them. Maybe she was in a better place, any place was better than here. Because this was pure hell.

"Sweet, sour, thick and bright." He chanted and an evil grin upon his face which showed that her blood had satisfyed him.

"Why?" I muttered into my knees, EVERYTHING was taken away. I amy not have fitted in with my friends anymore but they didn't deserve to die.

"Life is going to be better without those bastards in your life" His voice was unsympathetic and lingered with blood.

"No it won't" I muttered. I had only 2 choices left now. Either A. Get a new life and make some new friends and then have him kill them all off or B. Kill him myself.

But i didn't have the guts to kill him myself, at least i didn't think i did. I looked over at him, he was over at Gerard's body again. I cringed at the sight. His chest ripped open, his organs lying there. His face white as a ghost and his hair limp.

While he was distracted i took the oppurtunity. I slowly stood up and grabbed the piece of sharp stone that had been carved into a dagger. It had blood in it. Possibly Alicia's blood. I didn't even want to think it was her blood. Slowly i approached him and bang. I stabbed him. He didn't turn around.

His screams were on mute.

"It's only for the best Frankie" I muttered and fell to the ground. Staring at Frank's now dead body. I didn't know what he was capable of, but something about him just made me nervous, it took a while for me to realize, but his power is dead.

Darkness creeping up on me, warping me into a sleep i didn't want to wake from, i wasn't ready for a new life.

Now i am just Another Broken Soul and that made me feel even worse