Heaven's out of Reach (Frerard)

Gerard~

       "Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes. They're holding hands and life was perfect, just like upon the screens."

       I softly sang those words to myself as I laid on the cold stone floor, trying my best to ignore those horrible screams around me that never seem to stop. So far the singing did calm me down a little, but I was still awake. Maybe sleep just isn't possible in hell? But if we're not able to sleep then why do those big scary guys always come in and blow out the lights at the same time each day? I've always just assumed by making it dark in here like that was suppose to simulate nighttime. Oh well, I just know I'm tired as fuck of being awake in this place, having to deal with hearing the screaming and crying and feeling constant pain all over my body. Maybe part of my punishment for jumping off that building is I have to feel the pain from my death for the rest or eternity.

       All I know is that when I finished singing those lyrics, I saw someone standing outside my cell, listening to me. I rubbed my eyes and glanced back over, but when I looked again the person was gone, leaving me to wonder who it was, and if they were ever actually there, or if I was just seeing things. Maybe it was my guardian angle coming to pull me out of hell. Hah.

        Soon after seeing the silhouette of the person listening to me sing, I fell asleep for the first time since I got in here. I don't know why, but seeing them made me feel sort of... protected and safe. It helped me relax enough to get some much needed sleep, which I appreciated a lot.

       But now as I wake up, I see someone standing outside the bars again, but this time there's more than one someone. Three of the giant men in masks are standing there watching me. At first I almost scream, but quickly stop myself and sit up, looking back at them nervously. An awkward minute passes with them just staring at me, and the room is so silent, the only thing I can hear is my heart beating so hard and fast it hurts. I want to ask what they want from me, but each time I try to speak nothing but air comes out. So now I just sit in silence, staring wide-eyed at the men and trying to find a way to speak.

        After a very long and creepy silence, one of them finally moves closer and unlocks the metal cell door, swinging it open and looking at me again.

        "Get up. You're coming with us." He says, in a voice that is a lot... higher that I expected.

        I almost laugh at how such a giant, ripped man could have such a high voice but I quickly decide that's not a good idea. When the words he said finally register in my mind, my eyes go wide and my heart beats even harder, even though it didn't even seem possible.

        "W-w-why?" My shaky voice comes out so quiet I don't think they heard it.

        Damn it, why do I always have to be so nervous?

       He looks at me for a long time again, then speaks in that stupidly high voice of his, "The king wants to see you."

.....

       The walk to go see the king is taking a very long time. Hell is a huge and terrible place. I've seen lots of well... disturbing things. Rotting flesh and blood, vomit and other disgusting things are everywhere. There's lots of smoke and it smells strongly of death. Half way through I had to plug my ears because I couldn't stand the cries for help anymore. There are parts of hell that are significantly worse than the one I was put in. I'm actually grateful to just be locked in that cell all day. I wonder if the reason I have to do this is because they're going to move me to one of the worse parts. Oh fuck, my legs are shaking now. I just hope we get there soon.

       I wonder what the king is like anyway? I didn't even know there was one until now, but I imagine him just as big, with lots of muscle, and just as scary as the men taking me there. I really don't want to do this, but maybe if I'm nice he'll go easy on me? Or maybe if I'm meaner he'll like me better? He is the king of hell after all.

       I'm tempted to try my best to make an escape and run away, but decide against it. I'm about as athletic as a raisin and these guys would catch me in 2 seconds top. Besides, we've stopped in front of two giant wood doors now, and the men are beginning to open it. I feel so nervous I swear I'm gonna throw up all over these guys. What a great first impression that would make.

       The doors creek open loudly and the men push me in. I look around at the huge room I'm now standing in. The walls are completely black, and it's very dark. Good thing I'm great at seeing in the dark from being in that cell for so long. There are lots of torture machines in here, which scares the fuck out of me, but I try to convince myself that's not why I'm here. As the men usher me through the room, I see we're walking towards a huge red throne. Sitting on top of it is none other than the beautiful boy I saw yesterday. Just like yesterday, he's dressed in all black, but today he has what looks like red makeup all around his eyes. Wait, is he suppose to be the king? No way! He's so... tiny. He looks like he's a teenager, like me. How the hell could he be king?
When we finally reach the throne, the men take a few steps back, leaving me standing nervously in front of this guy, who is just staring at me. I looked up from my feet and meet eyes with him. The way he looks at me makes me feel like he's staring into my soul, but I can't look away. His hazel eyes are so beautiful and hold a fire that I kind of like. But I feel like just staring at him is rude so I search my brain for something to say to him.

       "Um... Hi." I say quietly, then immediately want to slap myself in the face. Why am I such an idiot?

        "Hi? That's how you greet the king of hell?" He asks, laughing sort of mockingly and raising his eyebrow.

       My face turns bright red and I have to look away from him and wish that a boulder would fall from the sky on top of me and kill me. Except I'm already dead... But you know what I mean.

       "Well I've never met a king before! How am I suppose to know what to say? Besides, you're the one who called me down here!" I yell, my face getting hotter every second.

       "Woah! Calm down. I'm just teasing you." He says, laughing again. Screw him and his adorable laugh. "Oh and by the way, I liked your singing last night." He says, winking at me.

       "T-that was you?" Seriously, how could this get more embarrassing? My face is probably the color of a fucking tomato right now.

       "Aw don't be embarrassed! It sounded great." He says in a voice that doesn't sound sincere and I feel like he's making fun of me.
      
        Why is everyone alway making fun of me? But of course he's not a nice guy, he is the king of hell. "But anyway, talking about your singing is not the reason I called you here. I called you here because I want you to become my servant. Or my personal assistant. Whatever you wanna call it. But from now on you will stay with me at all times and do whatever I say. If you do well, there will be rewards. You will also get a much better place to stay than that rotten little cell. But if you do anything to hurt, betray, or steal from me, and there will be consequences. I would love to try out every one of these on you," he says, nodding towards his collection of torture devices, "but I'm sure that wouldn't be much fun for you. So what do you say?" He asks, smiling at me in a way that makes me shiver.

       "O-okay..." I agree reluctantly. I mean, it's not like I have a choice.

       "Good! Well then, follow me!" He says excitedly, and starts to walk.

       Things definitely just got a lot more interesting for me.