Blood stained teeth glint in the too bright moonlight. Screams echo through the dense forest, bouncing off the trunks of maples and oaks before fading out into the quiet of the night. Bodies fall in tangled heaps as the unfair fight rages on. And th...
"Gerard come on, we have to go!" Mikey hissed under his breath at his brother, but he paid his worried tone no mind. Gerard was now kneeling down next to the strange man who had saved them, brushing back the dark locks that obscured one side of his pale face. He pressed two of his fingers against the man's neck, just below the scorpion inked into his flesh, to feel for a pulse. There was none. Gerard snatched his hand back quickly, almost falling over into the leaf litter, when the stranger drew in a shallow ragged breath.
He had no pulse, yet he was breathing in a constant slow and shallow pattern. How that was possible Gerard had no idea, but if it meant that this man was in any way still alive he knew that he couldn't leave him here in the middle of nowhere.
Mikey's patience was growing thin. He reached down and grabbed his older brother by the arm, trying to haul him further away from the maylay occuring nearby. Gerard let out a whine and scrambled away from his grasp. He shot a pleading look over his shoulder while pointing down at the black clad stranger. Exasperated, Mikey drug a hand down his face.
"Damn it Gerard! Will you move if we take him with us?!" he managed to whisper with the force of a shout.
Gerard gave an enthusiastic nod. The two rolled the man over so that he was sprawled out on his back before unceremoniously hauling him up. They each pulled an arm around behind their head, causing the man to hang askew between them because of their height difference. The two boys slowly towed the stranger towards the road, the tips of his toes dragging through the dirt and leaves. The adrenaline was fading from Gerard's system quickly. He was now starting to feel the strain that the extra weight was placing on his tired body, but he wouldn't dare stop or complain. He pushed on, ignoring the percussive beats that had begun ringing through his skull.
Eventually the trio shambled out of the dense forest and onto the side of the desolate road. As they approached Mikey's beater of a car the stranger began to stir. Mikey relinquished his grip on the man's left arm, leaving him to weakly cling to Gerard for support. He was able to bear some of his own weight now, which Gerard was immensely grateful for, but the small whimpers of pain coupled with the way the smaller man was slowly crumpling in on himself made his heart lerch.
The brothers carefully lowered the man down into the back seat before making a speedy getaway.
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"Holy fucking fuck! What the actual fuck was tha- they fucking attacked us!" Mikey screamed as he slammed his palms against the chapped leather of his steering wheel. Gerard let out a small sound, something between a sob and a whimper, and leaned as far away from his brother as was possible in the enclosed space. He could understand why Mikey was upset, but the way he was acting made his anxiety flare.
"Gee, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- it's just all my friends, and now there's some guy bleeding all over my back seat." Mikey said jabbing his thumb in the strangers direction.
Gerard relaxed slightly in his seat, daring to cast a glance at the pallid face in the seat behind him. He was laying on his side, arms wrapped protectively around his wounded torso, with his dark brows furrowed in an expression of pain. Each jolt of the tires against the pitted asphalt caused quiet sounds of discomfort to slip from between his parted lips.
He was truly a beautiful specimen. The contrast between his dark hair and ivory skin made him appear ethereal even as he grimaced and grunted in pain. Gerard found a certain, unfamiliar, fondness growing for the short man sprawled across the backseat. He felt a strange kinship with the man who had defended himself and his brother from one of his own kind. It was bizarre to feel such a connection to with someone who's name Gerard had heard, but couldn't quite recall.
Gerard was pulled from his line of thinking by his younger brother repeatedly calling his name.
"Gerard, Gee, Gerard-" Mikey drawled with increasing volume until he was finally acknowledged by the older boy.
"Hey, you zoned out there for a bit. Gee, take my phone and dial Pete's number. We're gonna need some help."
He did as he was told, tapping the familiar number into the touch pad of his brother's smartphone. Before the number had even dialed he turned on the speaker function and held the phone out closer to Mikey's ear.
"Mikey Way- whatsap man?" Slurred a familiar voice.
Pete was Mikey's closest friend, sometimes even a little more than a friend, though the two would never admit it. He was a year older than the youngest way brother, but was by far much less mature. He was known for his flare for the dramatic, often ending up in whirlwind romances that ended with him drinking alone and listening to his sad love song playlist on repeat. It appeared that tonight was one of those instances.
"Pete, I need you to come over. I'm on my way home so I'll meet you there okay."
"Noooo, 'm too depressed to leave my room. I'm never coming out. This is my life now."
"Dear god Pete- You were with her for what, like three days? I bet you don't even know her middle name."
"Do so."
"Oh yeah, what is it then?"
"It's uh- it's- fuck off Way, it was real okay!"
Mikey cast an exasperated glance at his smirking brother. He was glad for the comic relief that an inebriated Pete provided to this horrendous night, but he was growing tired of dealing with his childishness.
"Pete," He snapped, "just get your ass moving, I need you to come over, it's not up for discussion."
"No, Mikey. I'm not in the mood, find someone else to suck your d-"
"CHRIST PETE! You're on fucking speakerphone you fucktard!" Mikey all but screamed while Gerard let out a disgusted gagging sound from the passenger's seat.
"Oh, m'sorry Geee." he drawled.
Mikey released one of his hands from its white knuckle grip on the steering wheel, bringing the opendage up to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Pete was his best friend. He loved him dearly, but his patience with the drunken teen was quickly wearing thin.
"Pete, just- just come over okay. Oh, hey, and bring all those suture things you got when you fostered that dog that got ran over."
"Okay. Why, you pick up a hurt dog or something?"
"Uh yeah," Mikey said, quickly glancing at the limp body in his rear view mirror, "something like that."
After a few more words back and forth Pete hung up, presumably so that he could begin the two block walk to the Way home.
