Princess of Death Series- Book one [NO LONGER UPLOADING.]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2- Dead!

Gerard looked back up at the five people who also stood in the room.

“Yes, I’m Gerard, Leader of the Black Parade Society.” He said, grabbing an ID card and letting them glance at it for a sharp second before stuffing it back into his pocket.

“You brought her back to life?”

“No good sir, she was just in a deep sleep. With a little bit of medication she woke right up.” Gerard said and looked down at me, and prodded my arm. It didn’t hurt as much as Gerard hoped for. He sighed and looked back at the baffled doctors in the room.

“It’s a new formula.” He spoke in a clear voice. “If You don’t mind- I would like to talk to her.” The doctors nodded one by one and left, shutting the door with a soft click.

“What do You remember?”

“The man who killed me. My dad being in hospital, a marching band and that’s it.”

“A Marching band?”

“When I was five I went into the city to see a marching Band.” He ruffled his short blond hair and sat down on a wooden chair.

“You are dead- Just alive.” He said

“I don’t get it.”

“Well, You are dead- but something is keeping You here. Meaning You are part of the Black Parade Princess.”

“Why do You keep calling me princess?”

“You the princess of death. Mother war told me You were in danger. A demon is after the crown.”

“A demon?”

“How are You acting so calm? You’re dead, You’re a princess, a demon is after the crown and I’m talking to You- a total stranger.”

“I guess, since my father got Cancer that I’ve had to learn how to be calm and here I am. Calm” He nodded and stood up.

“I’ll be right back.” He said and walked to the door. If another person walk’s in here with the same uniform as I, talk to him” I nodded, as he left the room. I  go out of bed and walked of to the pile of clothes in the corner. I slipped out of the gown and pulled on the black jeans. As I pulled them up the door opened and I heard a noise. I grabbed the top and pressed it to my chest and turned around seeing a man standing at the door. He was small and had jet black hair. He wasn’t as pale as Gerard, and he had softer brown eyes.

“Sorry!” He said and turned around

“No I am!” I apologized and slipped the top on. “You can turn around now. “Do You have ribbon?”

“No, I can get You some.” He turned around and walked over to me.

“Thank You.” I smiled

“I’m Frank,” He grinned and giggled a  cute laugh.

“I WANT YOUR LAUGH!”

“You want to hear Gerard’s.” He smiled and gave me a sudden hug.

“You like hugs?”

“I like hugs” He chuckled and let go. “So princess, What’s Your name?” He asked. I shrugged and tapped the bullet hole in my head. “You’ve forgotten.” I nodded and then Gerard walked back in.

“I got You a coat.” He passed it me. It looked a bit like his which was indescribable. I put it on and looked at the jeans.

“I’m soaked in blood. I’m sure not all of this is mine is it?” Frank looked away while Gerard sighed.

“The demon did more to You thank shoot You.”

“Oh…” There was silence in the room.

“That’s why I got You a full black parade uniform” He said suddenly and passed me folded clothes. “It’s a skirt, a blouse, socks and shoes.” I nodded and thank you and looked around the room.

“We’ll step out for You know.” Frank said, pulling Gerard out of the room. I got changed quickly and ran towards the door, opening it and stepping out.

“You look the part.” Gerard said, placing his hand on my shoulders and smiling.

“You want ribbon?” Frank asked. I turned to him and nodded.

“Have You got a name for me Yet?”

“I was meant to think of one?” I shrugged as we started walking down the corridor. We passed different room’s until I got to a familiar one. I stopped and leaned against the black glass seeing my father lying there asleep in the bed. Gerard and Frank all so peeked inside and stared at the man who was ill with cancer.

“Who’s he?” Frank asked

“My father… He’s ill with Cancer.”

“Oh…”

“We don’t know how to cure him, it’s a new cancer see.” Frank and Gerard looked at each other.

“Let me and Frank talk for a moment.”

“Sure.” I said and walked closer to the door. I looked back at the two and licked my lips before gripping the door-knob. I turned it and pushed the door open and slipped through. I quietly walked over to the bed and stood there. My father was 34 and was a tall man. He was strong but now he was weak. His skin was a pale yellow and the rest of his hair was turning silver.

“Oh Father- Father, I forgive You for the tragic things You have done.” I sobbed and turned around seeing Gerard and Frank.

“You can save him.”

“I can?”

“Yes, You are the princess of death- You can take it and give it.”

“Meaning I can give life and death.”

“Yes.” I looked back at my father and shook my head.

“I’m not that good of a girl Gerard. I Don’t think he deserves life.” I stared down at my father once again before leaving the room without another word.

“So I’m dead?” I asked, back facing them.

“Yes.”