The Light behind your Eyes (My Chemical Romance)

Chapter 19 October

October

I waited several hours before setting my plan into motion. I lay there with a heightened sense of alertness, my fingers tingling with anticipation. When I felt like I'd readied myself, I looked over to Eddie who was snoring softly. Smiling, I reached down my side of the bed, slid my hand in between the mattress and box springs and pulled out my prize.

After we'd finished the dishes earlier Mary had left the kitchen ahead of me. My opportunity had finally come and I seized it. As quickly as possible and without a sound, I ran back to the cupboard and pulled out the butcher knife. I'd never been able to do such a thing before, as Mary guarded every dangerous thing in the house fiercely. Her head had probably been so clouded with thoughts of the baby that she'd forgotten herself. She left me alone for two seconds, and that was all I needed. Hiding the knife next to my skin under my ugly-ass shirt, I rushed to the bedroom. I'd bide my time, and now this would soon be over.

I studied the knife in my hands, turning it over and over. It glinted in the moonlight that peeked in between the boards on the windows and flashed in my eyes. It was sharp, no doubt. Lightly, I ran my thumb down the blade. When it sliced my skin open and a drop of blood ran down my hand, I grinned. It was finally my turn to have some fun.

I sat up slowly, as much to not wake and alert Eddie as to relish what I was about to do. Slipping a leg over Eddie, I sat on top of him, straddling him.

"Hey baby," He said groggily. "Frisky again already?"

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips into his ear and whispered seductively, "I am through with being your whore."

His eyes flew open, but the knife was already buried in his throat. He made soft gurgling sounds and pawed at me, so I pressed my pillow down over his face to muffle the sound. It seemed to take an eternity for him to die. I held the pillow down as firmly as I could until at last he stopped moving. Removing the pillow, I had to stifle a giggle as I admired my handiwork.

"Eddie, you look so much better this way," I cooed quietly. "You will never hurt me again." I checked his pulse to be sure he was dead before removing the knife. It was much harder than it looked in the movies, however. It scraped against the bone, the meat didn't want to let it go, and all the blood made it slippery. I tugged and pulled, pushing it from side to side until at last it released. The gaping hole in his neck looked hilarious, and I had to cover my mouth to keep myself quiet again.

"All right, Eddie," I whispered, finally climbing off him and onto the floor. "Where do you keep that gun? Here?" I popped my head under the bed. "Nope. Um...here?" I fumbled around the top shelf in the closet but felt nothing. "Damnit Eddie," I hissed. "Where the hell is it?"

Every night before going to sleep he'd made me turn my back while he made a big production of hiding his gun. He'd fumble all around the room before lying down so I never knew where he put it. He kept it on him at all times during the day, so...I slipped my hand under his pillow and my fingers closed around the cool steel of a barrel.

"Oh Eddie, you were so tricky," I giggled. "I never knew it was this close all along." I checked the gun to be sure it was loaded, and a grin that I hadn't felt in a long time spread over my face. I felt happy. The gun was locked and loaded. For once things were going my way.

With the speed and sound of a feline I made my way from Eddie's corpse to Roger and Mary's bedroom. I slid the door open with my right hand and held the gun with my left. The door made a loud creek as it opened, and I winced and froze. No one moved. "Oh Frank, I wish you could be here to see this," I whispered as I entered the room

The shot reverberated thought the house, causing my ears to ring instantly. Poor Mary never even knew what hit her. The bullet had taken off the top part of her head; brain matter and chunks of her hair and skull slowly dripped down the headboard and the wall behind her. When the shot went off, Roger sat up with a jolt. I watched with amusement as realization hit him as to what had just happened at who had done it.

"You crazy little cunt! I knew we should have killed you and your boyfriend a long time ago!"

"Guess you were right," I told him gleefully. "You SHOULD have killed me, huh motherfucker? I watched him slide his hand under his pillow, and I cocked my head to the side and laughed. "You thought I was just going to give up and stay here forever?" I narrowed my eyes and leveled the gun at him. "No one tells me to forget my son."

He had the gun out now, and was lifting it in my direction. "You're going to regret..."

He never finished the sentence. He couldn't, because his face was gone.

Alone in the silence, I began to dance, twirling around and around and singing to the music in my head. Lake of Fire by Nirvana seemed very fitting at a moment like this.

Where do bad folks go when they die?

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

They go to a lake of fire and fry

See 'em again 'til the Fourth of July

I couldn't help but laugh gleefully at the thought of the three 'bad folks' I'd just sent to fry. Touching the barrel of the gun to my cheek, I closed my eyes. It was still warm, and felt so good. I shook my head quickly, trying to bring myself out of this strange feeling overcoming me. I had to get out of there; I had to get home. I turned and ran from the room, screaming in exaltation. "Aiden! Mommy's coming!" But as I passed the door to the bedroom I'd shared with Eddie, I stopped short. It wasn't fair that they'd gotten to die so quickly. After all they'd done to me, and to Frank, they deserved slow, painful deaths. It had to be done this way, of course, or I'd have surely been stopped. But I couldn't shake the disappointment I felt. Entering the room for the last time, I retrieved the knife off the floor by the bed. Seeing Eddie's gaping, lifeless mouth brought a grin back once again. Thoughtfully, I looked to the knife in my left hand. "What do you think, was it fair the way they died?" I'd directed my question to the knife. "I don't think so either. Do you want to do a little more?" I climbed back on top of Eddie, and it was at this moment that my mind separated from my body and I wasn't myself anymore.