Never Coming Home

Idle Hands Will Take My Life Again

Scratchy blindfolds and smelly rubber gloved hands surrounded the two boys. There were no warning sirens this time; just a burst open door and the sound of stampeding feet. Again, the friends were separated into two rooms. Gerard in the light blue and metallic surgeons room, and Frank in the yellow walled seventies themed lounge.

Gerard hated- absolutely hated- this time of day. He'd only been through this procedure once, and he didn't want to go through with it again. He'd cringe at the memories of those monsters tearing away at his flesh and organs. He could feel everything. Every little cut of that damned scalpel. Every little... bone.. reshaping and connecting again.

He whimpered, begging the two meaty men to release him.

"Please!" He cried, "Not again! Don't make me do it again goddamnit!!"

As he suspected, his cries were unheard.

Gerard was once again thrown onto a grey colored dentist-like chair and strapped down with thick leather belts. The boy screamed, trying to wiggle his way out of the chairs strangling grip.

"PLEASE!!" He screamed, knowing that he was about to be gagged. "I WANT TO GO HOME! LET ME GO HOME!!"

"You have no home.." said the man from the speaker. This was the second time that Gerard had seen the man face to face. He was an average sized man with messy blonde hair and a short scruff around the chin. Intelligence and trickery twinkled in the man's piercing blue eyes. Speaker man, otherwise known as surgeon by Gerard, was the one who cut the boy up in every which way.

"Go to hell!" Gerard spat.

"I don't believe in hell," Surgeon reasoned. "I believe in science." The man reached over to his collection of tools and picked up a small tool. It was something that looked like the utensil you used to crack open crab legs.

"You're fucking sick.." Gerard whimpered.

"That's why I'm making this medicine.." Surgeon said in a sing song voice, leaning over Gerard and placing one of his fingers in a loop.

"Don't fucking touch me!!" Gerard screamed, panicked, trying to curl his fingers away from the tool. "Aren't you supposed to gag me??" He asked, suddenly. "So I don't scream? You gotta go get the gag first!!"

"No.." surgeon said, almost growling. "I want to hear you scream."

Gerard shook with fear, turning his eyes away from the scene that was about to unfold. His wide, hazel green eyes met with Frank's who stared in terror from the other misty room.

"Help me.." Gerard said, his vice barely a whisper- a whisper that was cut off by a loud, throat tearing scream.

The aberrant man clamped down on the tool's handles and smiled when there was a deathly crack, but he didn't stop. He did it over and over and over again 'till all of Gerard's fingers dangled and bent in completely unnatural ways.

The boy shook with pure terror, but his throat couldn't make another sound. He thought, perhaps he'd snapped a vocal chord.

Surgeon stepped away for a second, and gave Gerard some room to breathe. The frightened boy let out weak sobs, yet no noise besides soft whimpers escaped his lips. There was an unexplainable agony shooting through his fingers and arms, and what came after was even worse.

Surgeon came back with more utensils, these looking more sleek and deadly.

Without another word, the blonde man took a thin scalpel and, very carefully, ran it down the length of Gerard's stomach.

The boy could feel his head spinning with the over stimuli of his nerves. The worst part of it all was that he had to suffer this in silence, the only sounds escaping his lips compared to a toy train that ran low on batteries.

Gerard could see the blood bead from the small incision, and out of nowhere, surgeon was able to dig his hand straight through Gerard's belly.

"See, the point of this all," surgeon said, grunting after struggling to pull out a rib, "is to see what we can and can't heal. For instance-" He paused, setting the freshly torn rib on a metal tray, "-if I pull out this rib, will a new one regenerate, or would your body heal over it and replace it with some new tissue."

To Gerard, none of surgeon's words made sense. He could only hear the pounding of blood in his ears and he felt so much pain that it all mashed together and made him dizzy.

"Now, now!" Surgeon said, clapping Gerard a few times on the cheek. "We can't have you passing out on us. We need you here, bud." The man waited a few seconds for Gerard to open his eyes before continuing. "The worst is over for now. Last step is the gas!"

The raven haired boy shook his head, looking away as his vision went in and out of focus.

"But you're bleeding out. Pretty soon, you'll be dead, and I'll have to grab another one of my chumps to test on, and honestly, Geradina, you're my favorite!" Surgeon said while snapping a oxygen mask on Gerard's face. "You'll be better soon..."

Gerard grimaced, feeling his stomach stitch itself back together again. Once again, his body was inflamed with a burst of pain, but this time, it was too much for the boy. He was able to let out one scream that faded from quiet to loud as his vocal chords reattached themselves, but the scream fell apart again, just like Gerard's consciousness did too.