What I Do For A Living (MCR Fanfic)

We Three

<Gerard's P.O.V>

The portal's open in Mikey's bedroom.

I just stood by the door of the rest room, clearly dumfounded.

Afterlife is here.

Without me knowing, I held my breath longer than I usually could.

"Hello there, soul with flesh..." A raspy and stunning, yet oh so familiar voice broke the thickening silence, making me turn my head to a corner of the room. My evil boss stood there as he normally would. He had his boney arms positioned behind him as his back nearly touched the cream white walls of the bedroom. I should say; his rugged, dirty clothes that hung around his skeleton-like body are complimenting the clean walls.

The blue orbs he had for eyes shone deep within his hood. They fixed at me, studying me.

"You haven't been doing your job very well, soul with flesh." was all he muttered after few minutes of more thickening silence.

Remembering what Ray said about trying to get into the portal, I began to inch closer to the portal. The dark hole was on the left wall, while Afterlife was on the right wall. If I could pull this off properly...

"I know you know that," I replied.

I felt pretty good at trying to out-smart the guy, but he pointed to the portal, and he did a swiping gesture on the walls to pull it closer to himself. Now, the portal was moved closer to him, and he stood right in front, completely blocking my view of it.

Well fucking congratulations, you know the basics of an iPad.

"And I also know exactly why you are rebelling against me, the little serpent I have as a slave. Thought you could out-do me?" He began laughing in his really bass voice timber, much deeper than Mikey's bass. He abruptly stopped, and he inched closer.

"Little serpent... let me remind you that I run another world, far more different than the one you are used to. You can't hurt me in this world, but I can hurt you here... in fact, I can hurt you anywhere. Anytime." With that, he raised an arm and I felt my arm twist at an impossible angle so instantly, I think I popped a joint in there. I squealed at the pain and bit my tongue to not scream like a bitch.

I'm supposed to make him scream like a bitch... wait, no, that's wrong.

He dropped the arm and tilted his head, as if looking at me in false pity. "Perhaps you think you could hurt me in my world... but I won't let you in."

At the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of Frank trying to look through the door I left ajar. In a way, I signaled him not to come inside yet. And I, in a way, tried to tell him that I wasn't alone. When I think he got the message, he slowly backed away and went down the stairs.

"Afterlife, listen, if you only played the game fairly, I wouldn't look for a reason to rebel against you."

"Game? Do you think of all of this as a game? Just something out of fun... where there is a clear set of rules, a winner, and a loser? Hm... little serpent... I could only feel bad for your lack of understanding!"

As much as I felt like skipping to the showdown, I swallowed my impatience and waited for my friends.

"No part of what we both do is a game... I take my roles very seriously. But as for you..." he scoffed, and I could practically smell his rotting scent "You probably think it off as a past time. After all... you never wonder why people die the way they do... You never cared... am I right?"

Something in what he said cut right through my core. The things I swore him off for was thrown back at me, which clearly isn't right. He's trying to dwell into my insecurities of being useless... of being insensitive...