Life On The Murder Scene (Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge)

Part 7 - Show Pony and...

"It's dark." I said looking at Helena. She sat upon a gravestone that read "Party Poison"

"It's always dark, hun."

"I'm sorry." I said, looking at her beautiful face. Her hair rested shoulder length in a wavy mess.

"Don't be. It's not our fault. We didn't know know."

"But I could have saved you!"

"No, I was already saved... For awhile."

"What do you mean?"

"Please be careful." She replied, not giving me an answer. She pushed her hair behind her ear and stood up. She was wearing a hospital gown with blood soaked torso from where she was shot. "Come with me."

I grabbed her hand and stood up. We walked hand in hand through the cemetery, swinging our arms. We joked for awhile. We talked about books we liked and placed we wanted to visit. We walked on and on until we wandered outside of the cemetery gates. Helena and I strolled further until we reached a church. It was odd going up the steps. I felt nervous and hopeful. She let go of my hand and opened the large door for me before we both stepped inside.

I proceeded down the isle through rows of people. I glanced back but Helena did not follow. She had disappeared. I approached a large black coffin. No one seemed to notice me.
Frank? My friend Frank was sitting in in the front row. Then through the doors came a man with light brown, curly hair, almost like an afro. Helena looked fondly at him as if he were a good friend. Wait a minute... Ray?

I stepped forward and took a look inside the coffin for myself.

This

is Helena's funeral

but

she wasn't in the coffin.

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I woke up in sweat and my heart was racing. Must have been a bad dream. I lifted my chin to look around the room. The air smelled of cheap car freshener and pancakes. I squinted at the bright light around me as I descended my head back down into the pillowcase under me. It was morning. There were bandages on my arm. I lifted my fingers to my forehead and ran them across the scratched surface of my flesh then down to my cheek where more bandages resided.

Last night.

I darted my eyes around the room to see no one. The walls were covered top to bottom in charts and pages from magazines all surrounding a large American flag hanging from the wall. Underneath was a brown desk covered in papers and a microphone sat upon the mess.

I heard shouting from outside. I looked out the window to see a figure roller skating in this direction wearing white and blue polka dotted spandex, a weird looking helmet, and a crop top that read "noise". He walked inside, not noticing me, then continued into the next room. I looked back out the window. We were in the desert?

"How's it going!?" I heard Dr. Death's voice say from the other room. They both proceeded back into the room I was in still chatting. "Adam, you're awake! Show Pony, this is Adam."

Show Pony? "Hiya there, Adam." He took off his helmet and placed it under his arm. He was sort of... gorgeous. What the fuck. He reached out his hand to shake mine and I politely obliged. "Hello"

"Adam, join us for breakfast!

And so I did. I tried to stand up but fell right over and Show Pony came to my assistance. "Woah, take it easy! I heard you got hurt pretty bad." He said to me in a sweet voice as he wrapped his arm around my waist and helped me walk. The room we walked into looked like an old diner but only a few guys were there. There were four who caught my eye. The redhead looked up at me and waved. "Hey, I'm Party Poison."