Fallen

Time Kills (Part 2 of 2)

Gerard’s P.O.V.

I stood there in my empty bedroom, shaking in place from what I’d seen.

Taking one last glance around the room to be sure that thing was gone, I took a deep breath and walked out of my room and made my way to the kitchen.

I walked over the cold kitchen tiles to the coffee maker, where I fumbled around in the dark to try and make it work. The smell of brewing coffee relaxed me. It felt like home.

Coffee was one of those dumb yet comforting things that always made me feel better. I never knew why, it just..did.

I poured myself a cup of fresh hot coffee, and let myself unwind.

I rested my elbows on the kitchen counter,  shut my eyes and continued to drink away.

I drained the cup, and turned around to put it in the sink, when something caught my eye.

In the pitch-dark corner of the living room, I could see a figure taking shape.

I stood completely still, not taking my eyes off of the apparition. 

I started to feel my adrenaline kick in, as the figure became a clear form.

A transparent Fallen Angel woman.

She wore a long dress, which was torn down the side and frayed at the bottom, and her hair was matted and straw-like.

Her wings were awfully damaged. Feathers were missing, bent, and some of them appeared to have been torn up.

Her dead grey eyes stared into mine.

I remained still, and continued watching her.

Her figure began to distort and disappear, and soon enough, she was gone.

I released the breath I had been holding, and felt myself start to relax yet again.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of drowsiness overcome me. I could barely keep my eyes open. My vision started to blur and I felt as if everything was spinning. I watched the dark kitchen turn into an even darker blur of nothing-ness as I could feel myself losing consciousness.

I fought against the tiredness to stay awake, but it was no use.

The last thing I heard was the coffee cup I had been holding fall to the floor and shatter into a million pieces, as I collapsed onto the floor with it, into a deep sleep.

*

The cold night air whipped at my face as I ran through the field. I could barely see through all the thick fog that surrounded me.

I slowed down and stopped to catch my breath.

There were gravestones everywhere in this field.

For miles and miles it was all just acres of an abandoned field with old gravestones in it.

I looked at the gravestone beside me. There was no name, or writing or..anything.

It was blank.

I turned around and looked at the one behind me. Still blank.

I kept looking at all of the gravestones, and they were all blank.

Suddenly, A transparent Fallen Angel rose from one of the graves and started to make it’s way towards me.

I started to run as fast as I could without looking back.

The fog was still clouding my vision, but I still continued to run like hell.

More and more of the transparent figures manifested themselves and began coming at me.

And then the worst happened.

I tripped.

I fell flat on my stomach against the cold earth with a thud. My bones felt as if they had been shaken from the shock of the fall.

I quickly sat up and looked behind me.

The figures were getting closer.

Just as I stood up to start running again, something caught my eye.

I had tripped and fallen in front of a gravestone.

A marked gravestone.

One marked gravestone in a field of blank ones.

I squinted through the fog once again, and felt a chill run down my spine as I read the name on the marked gravestone.

“Gerard Way”

*

“Gerard! Gerard wake up!” A voice said.

I felt myself slowly returning to consciousness.

I opened my eyes.

Frank was sitting on the floor next to me, leaning over me, shaking me awake.

“Are you okay? I heard a crash and then found you here on the floor..you’ve been out cold for like ten minutes!” Frank said, with concern in his voice.

“I..I was here drinking coffee and then I just passed out..I think.” I stuttered out, still half asleep.

“Why were you having coffee at 2 AM? Are you sure you’re ok?” Frank asked.

“I’m fine…I just wasn’t feeling good.” I said. I didn’t want to tell Frank about whatever these ghost things were yet.

I needed to find out what they were or what they want, and for that I knew I needed the help of a professional.

Someone who knew all about the Fallen Angels, magic, life and death.

I needed to speak with Ruby.

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