Warfare - Apocyliptica (ONHOLD)

One.

*Brian's P.O.V.*

I can't believe it. It's real, its all happening. Zacky looks petrified. There is a faint look of sadness on his face, tears. He won't admit to it, he won't really show. His mouth is open and he's staring into the outside world, into next doors yard. The house is empty and just as well, it's on fire. Thick smoke the colour of gun metal is rising through the blown out windows. Must of been the explosion.

"There goes their insurance." Zacky mumbles. His hands holding each other as he leans on his thighs, his back arched, his spine visible through his white shirt. He smirks, before something seems to fawn upon him. He turned to me quickly his hands gripping my shoulders like the floor had gone from under him and he's holding on for dear life. A look of manic sweeps over his face and he looks at me wide eyed.

"We need to get out of here." He snarls through gritted teeth. Whats happened to him?

"Dude, are you okay?" I'm scared. I can't understand whats happening.

Zacky raises his eyebrows and stares at me for a brief moment, before erupting.

"NO! I'M NOT OKAY!!" With his nails digging into my skin, his fingers locked around my shoulder blades, he throws me backwards. My head smashes against the side table, knocking over a lamp. I turned and glanced as it shattered on the floor, glass scattering on the marble floors. Sliding across it as though it was water that I'd spilt, not a fucking lamp.

Zacky grabs the under side of the mahogany coffee table, and flips it over with his hand as he walks over to the window to investigate the damage caused by these fucking bastards.

"I've spent my life, trying to make my life decent! Look at me! My clothes, my house, my hair even my girlfriends! And what do I have to show for it?" I still haven't got up, there is a burning pain buzzing through my skull. I can hardly see.

Zacky. Is. Pissed. But what can I do? I can't reverse time, I can't make things okay, I mean I can't even stand up for christ's sake. It's distressing enough as it is knowing your life is hanging by a thread.

I pluck up all the strength I have, and force myself, trying to calm him down was my only chance of having a relatively pleasant end to my life.

Holding my head, my eyes still shut, I stagger over to Zacky.

"Listen to me, we don't have much time and I'm not entirely sure that I can stand up much longer but fuck I'll wing it. Look what you have. Family, friends, talents, a glittering career with a really damn ass sexy lead guitarist." I couldn't help it. It made him smile in my defence. "You need to have these things now if your gonna be happy. W-we all know how this is gonna go down, you need to find the guys, WE need to find the guys. We can't hide in here, besides, the carbon in the smoke is making your shirt black."

Shocked, he darted away from the window.

"How could you even see? Your eyes are shut!" He's laughing. And suddenly, it's like the world is lightening up, one of the people I love the most, has had a bit of an epiphany.

"Your right though, we need to find the others." He smiled and darted out the door, heading for the hall.

I'm shouting after him as I bump into the table "Slow down ass wipe, I can't see!"

I heard his sneakers screech against the marble floor, he turned and faced me, I know this for certain, I'd opened me eyes.

"Sorry honey." He said, there was a flash of 'did I just say that?' in his eyes, he turned and ran.