Black Parade

Chatper One

 The corridor grew narrow and narrower as footsteps echoed on the clean floor. Pictures of Franklin City hanged elegantly on the bright coloured walls.

The steady thump of Tristan's footsteps echoed in his ears as, he felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. He stopped suddenly and slid down the checked linoliumed floor. He took a deep breath before walking through the dull room.

Tristan held his fathers frail hand as he lay uncomfortably on the hospital bed. The light constantly flicker like a butterfly taking it's first flight. Tristan kissed his father's dry, chapped lips. He closed his water-fulled eyes for a second or more. Tristan's father squeazed his ruff hand. ''Tristan, remember what I said.'' He spoke soflty. He could brearly speek. ''I'll be by your side at the Black Parade.'' He stared deeply into Tristan's grey eyes. They glowed with the depth of universal love, casting off stardust as a diamond casts fire and they smoulder like embers of a fire in a desert night: glancing upwards, they reflected the heavens above.

He drew his last breath as everything around him stayed still. Vapour flew out of his mounth like a spirt. He closed his eyes one last time. A shadowy figure rose onto the dull walls. His body was as cold as stone. The spirt hang over his lifeness body. It flickered through the deem lights, and took one last look at the world before him. Tristan glazed down at the floor. A single tear dropped on the floor. ''Goodbye Father.'' He whipsered to the empty room.

The door creaked a high-pitched, screeching sound. Rosalie pearded through the doorway. She walked gracefully to Tristan. Rosalie's dark ash-brown hair, glimmered in the light. It looked like silk and it cascaded down past her shoulders, swirling around her. Tristan glazed into her sparkling, hazel eyes as the dull light hit her pale face. Rosalie touched his soft cheek, ''Everything is going to be okay.'' She whipsered into his ear.

Tristan held her close to his ripped body, ''I'm joining The Black Parade. I have to. That monster killed my Father-'' Rosalie pulled him away. ''Y'know I don't want to you go. My brother died fighting for this world. '' A tear rolled drop her rosey cheek, ''I don't want to lose you, too.''

A butterfly flew through the grey window. The lights glisterned on it's wings, revealing it's beauty. The mulitcolours wings lit up the dull room. A single piece of joy lit their tearfull faces . The butterfly flew gracefully to the glazing heat of the light. One touch was deadly. A spark hit the butterfly wings making it fall lifeness to the hard floor. One wing flickered. It was still. Lifeness.

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Shandows crawled up the thrick walls. Tristan's footsteps echoed across the dusty oak floor, leaving a trail that would likely never be discovered. He opened the wooden door, an eerie sense of stillness and abandonment crept in.

Tristan lay on his cloud-like bed.He stared deeply into the gloomy window, over looking the burnt out city. The mist overed the dry ground. Tristan turned away as, the dull moonlight hit his pale face. Rosalie snuggled up next to his warm body. He closed his sore eyes, falling alseep instantly.