We'll Meet Again (Frerard)

The Sharpest Lives

Chapter Thirteen:

The Sharpest Lives

The weird, ghoulish man left us behind and I scooted over to Frank and untied his hands. He did the same to me and we both stood up, rubbing our sore wrists.

"What now, Gerard? What is this place?"

"I... I don't know Frankie... But this place feels so, so familiar. I can't put my finger on it, but..."

"But it doesn't matter because we should get the hell out of here."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Follow me."

I lead him slowly through the door the man had come through earlier. It opened to a hallway, clear of anyone and anything, with plain white walls that went on for about thirty or so feet. Frank and I carefully made our way down to the end of the hall. At the end was a wider hall, with glass widows replacing walls. There was a door across the way, but there was also men, or men like things walking straight towards the hall Frank and I were standing in. They had crazy black hair and large gaping jaws. Truly something from a nightmare, but maybe a nightmare I've had before? I don't know.

Frank and I stepped back into the hall, waiting to be caught by the unruly monsters. Instead, they walked past where we were and continued down the wider hall. We ran quickly across the hall and to the doors. They opened automatically to a scene I know I've seen in a dream.

"Deja vu..." Frank stepped towards a sleek car with a white spider design on the hood, "okay Gerard, this is seeming familiar to me too. Is this another one of our dreams and visions or?"

"I'm not sure," I stepped next to him, "but those things back there did not look friendly. We should get away from here."

"Hey look, the keys are in the ignition! Let's go."

"I'll drive," I jumped in the front seat and Frank got in the back, "Why not sit in the front?," I pouted.

"There's some crazy costume things back here and I wanna look through 'em. Here, out these gloves on."

"Whatever," I fixed the rear view mirror and out on the gloves Frank had handed me, they fit perfectly, "let's go."

"Hey look, there guns and holsters. One, two- four of them. Huh, and they all match the costumes," he set a holster holding a yellow one in my lap, "this one was with the costume those gloves came from."

Frank returned to rummaging through the costumes. There was one about his side, and he started putting it on as we crossed a bridge. Slowly little rain drops started hitting the window shield.

"It looks like it's going to pour, I'm glad I'm not alone. It's gonna get dark soon. Think we can find a couch to crash on somewhere?" I looked through the rain, trying to find any lights against the dark horizon. We had hit desert.

"Maybe. I just wish I could remember more than the fact that I've seen this before. It'd be really helpful right now," he finished tying a bandana around his neck, "odd how this costume fits perfectly, and there's one that's your size too. The jacket has a little symbol on it. Says 'Dead Pegasus', whatever that means.

Dead Pegasus? Wasn't Mikey just saying something about that? He had a dream about a desert and someone died... and they wore a jacket... but he was only able to see a flash of red and what the jacket said...

I pulled my hair, a flash of red?