Hybrid Theory: A [Linkin Park] Spinoff.

What We Don't Know.

Ugh.... my head is spinning. We must be moving, I manage to push the thought through my foggy mind.
"Actually, we are, but I moved you to the couch."
Chester?
"No."
Mike?
"No."
Dad?
"Bingo!"
But you died!!
"Yes, but no."
How!? You crashed eleven years ago!
"There was a reason you were given that Fender Stratocaster guitar."
Yes. Kenji wanted me to have it.
"It was my first guitar. Just as it is now yours. Have you ever wondered how you can play so many complicated songs right off the bat, while still having no experience whatsoever?"
Once or twice.
"You have a gift. A few gifts, actually. One, is your ability to play guitar so well, and the second one is what we are doing right now."
You mean that in my current state, I can speak to the dead?
"Yes. And the dead can use your body to connect with the physical plane."
How? The painkiller will be wearing off soon. I only have a few minutes left to talk to you.
"I know. I want you to know that if you want to think of the guys as your uncles, that I'm completely okay with that. I love you."
I love you too, Dad.
I groan and open my eyes, a strange feeling of peace washing over me, my voice catches in my throat,"Guys?"
A voice from the other side of the door.
"She's awake. No one mention anything about what we just heard."
I slowly sit up,"Guys. My dad isn't really dead."
Chester walks in,"Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"The voices."
"Of who?"
"The dead. I can hear their cries."
Just then, a voice fills my head, "Eren? Brad?"
Jordana!?
"Eren. Thank God."
What's wrong, Doc?
"It's a good thing you all got out of town when you did."
Why?
"The hospital. It was leveled."
How!?
"Car bombs."
Just like the one episode of Chicago Fire!!!
"Yes. I was one of the last to go. Slow and agonizing."
Do you want me to tell Brad?
"Yes. Please."
Okay. What should I tell him?
"Is it okay if I use you to talk to him?"
I hesitate,Uh...sure.
"Thank you."
I gasp and fall forward.
Chester catches me, a look of deep fear on his face,"Uh......"
I look at him,"What?"
"Your eyes. They're purple."
"No they're not. They're gun metal grey."
"Not when you black out."