Band Imagines/One-Shots

Die With Your Mask On // Party Poison (Gerard Way)

*This will be in 1st person*

I crept underneath the window, my ray gun gripped tightly in my hand. I heard them pull up, but I had no idea that they were this close until I saw them.

Everything was fine, I had gotten away from Battery City, I had gotten away from the SCARECROW's. Evidentially not, because here one came with some dracs.

I pressed my finger to the earpiece I had made, my breath coming out shuddered.

"Party." I whispered ever so softly.

"Cen? Where the hell are you?" I crawled past the window, standing up, but keeping a sharp eye out.

"I'm in a hotel right now, in zone 2. A SCARECROW showed up, Party."

"Run. Run, we'll be there soon, we're just in three."

"You won't have time." I whispered again, pressing my back to the wall.

"W-What are you saying?" He asked. I could picture him furrowing his eyebrows, and freezing in place from him pacing. Either that, or he was in the car, gripping the wheel tightly, turning his knuckles white.

"I'm saying, go home, Party."

"No, NO. I'm NOT leaving you-"

"You're not gonna risk Jet, Kobra, Ghoul, and Missile Kid's life to come get me."

"Jet can watch Missile, we're FINE!" Ghoul's voice shouted, probably in Party's ear.

"We're coming to get you, and that's final." Party added. I opened my mouth to retort an answer, but instead of my voice speaking, I let out a scream as a hand came through the wall, gripping the back of my jacket, and pulling me through the wall, throwing me across the room.

My ray gun slid across the floor, and the ear piece was gone. I landed on my stomach, my forehead pressed against the floor. I lifted my head, my eyes flickering over to see the ear piece on the ground, white cement dust and wood chipping and pieces scattered on the floor and in my hair.

"Century?! Century, what happened?! Century, answer me, right now!" I faintly heard Party's voice coming from it. My eyes flickered up to the SCARECROW that pulled me through the wall. He saw the earpiece as well, and put his foot over it, slamming it down and crushing it, Party's voice disappearing.

"Hey, that wasn't nice, asshole." I spoke, standing up, and clenching my fist. The SCARECROW looked at me, not saying anything, but strutting towards me. "Die with your mask on." I muttered to myself, adjusting the light blue half mask on my face, before ducking under the SCARECROW's fist that he swung.

"You've gotta do better than that." He let out a low guttural sound, like a growl, and he turned around, pulling out a white ray gun he had in his pants that I didn't see, holding it up at me.

I gasped and moved as fast as I could, but he pulled the trigger, making it go off and release a shot into my right shoulder.

I yelled in pain, falling back on the ground and gripping the shot tightly. The SCARECROW took the opportunity and straddled my stomach, holding me down with his legs and wrapping his fingers around my throat. I took a deep breath in just before he clenched his fingers to cut off my circulation, but I gripped his hands in mine, trying to rip them off.

I knew he could crush my throat whenever he wanted to, especially with the strength he showed earlier, but he wanted me to struggle, he wanted me to let him watch me die. He wanted me to be helpless.

Well, it was working. I clawed at his hands. I moved my legs as much as I could. I tried to slide them from under him to kick him off. But I couldn't do it.

I moved my hands to claw at his throat, to push him off, to scratch him, to cause any pain at all. But it still didn't work.

So I stared in his eyes with anger, with helplessness, with regret, emotion, everything, as he strangled me. I felt tears coming to my eyes as he did.

I would never see Party ever again. And Party would find my body. He would break down. He would have his heart torn in front of the others. Missile Kid would see my body lying here. She would burst into tears. Ghoul would have to help Party. Kobra would hold Missile. Jet just wouldn't know what to do.

They would have to take my mask to the box.

I felt my strength leaving me as my hands started to fail, and my legs started to get weak, slowly starting to stop moving underneath him. Black spots filled my vision, and I felt pain in my chest. My lungs burned, and my hands started to fall, sliding down his chest.

But before it all disappeared, I heard a blast, and the SCARECROW twitched a little bit.

"Get the fuck off her!!" A blur of black and yellow jumped over me, ramming into the SCARECROW, and knocking him to the floor and off of me.

I immediately gasped for breath, leaning back on the floor and looking up at the ceiling, as the air found its way back into my lungs. I heard another shot, and blurs of black, and red blew past me. As they did, I felt someone lift up my torso, and lean me into them.

"Cen, Cen breathe!" Party's voice yelled, as he ripped the blue mask off my face, throwing it aside. I closed my eyes, taking fast and heavy breaths, tears streaming down my face. "Its okay baby, you're safe now. You're alright." Party's voice shook, his hands brushing back a black strand of my hair from my forehead. I heard sobbing, until I realized it was coming from me.

"P-P-" Party shushed me, and leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine. His red hair covered my face, and he hugged me close to him.

"Don't, just calm down. I-It's okay. You're okay." He whispered, I think more to himself than me. I felt something cold land on my cheek, and I realized it was his own tears. He slowly rocked me back and forth in his arms, his head on top of mine, and him still hugging me.

"I love you so much, don't ever do that to me again." He spoke sternly, but his voice still shaking. I nodded, still crying, and I softly gripped his red hair between my fingers, not willing to let go. And I would never let go.