I Hate The Ending Myself, But It Started With An Alright Scene

Chapter 30: Blood

○Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!○

It had been three weeks of running. Running from central California to the border of the state where my uncle lived. We ran from stares and double takes, postings on social networking of our disappearance. All my family knew was that I was staying with my uncle for a while. It was only he and my 12 year old nefu who knew that Bandit was with me. As for everyone else, they think it's over between us and that I can't stand to be in Jersey where all the memories of the time we've spent together throughout our relationship linger. They think I've left to clear my head. And that's how it's going to stay. It's not that I don't want to tell my family because I don't think they'd give a damn but because if I were to tell them, they'd pull me from the sky and tell me that we're over reacting to everything that's happened. Honestly, ever since Ellie died, the hope and dream that swam right through them drowned, rained from their souls completely and washed down the drain. That's it. It was gone and they weren't going to try to get it back. They'd pull me from my dreams and there was no way in hells chance that I was going to let them go so easily as they did.

We've been here at my uncles for two days now, though, day 1 was mostly sleeping and cuddling eachother, laying in bed playing movies that we forgot how to watch since we were too caught up in eachother. Day 2 was also like that for a few hours until we took to the light of day, Bandit getting to know my cousin Jack and my uncle Andy and going to the fun fair to try break the tension and stress Bandit was facing through all of this lately.

Andy and Jack, oh and Jack's turtle named Ceaser I must've forgot to mention, lived in a little private beach bungalow that opened out onto a miniature beach as apposed to the typical jungle of a back yard in Jersey. I remember when Ellie and me would come here as kids when Jack was a toddler and we'd build dens out here, dragging blankets and chairs from inside across the sand and we'd built a moat around us coming up with a dumb password only we would know so the adults couldn't come in. We'd stay out there all night until we wonderd back in, somehow not crippling to the ground as our knees gave in, slamming our restless bodies to the sand but instead managing to get to our rooms, sleeping in our tank top tee's and denim shorts glowing with sun burn. I hadn't been here ever since I moved up into high school and now that Jack was 12 killed me knowing how much time I'd missed out on totally forgetting his existence. Lovely -I know!

And now day three rolled around. I woke up before Bee did. She was so peaceful as she slept, no demons chasing her or hunting her down, no stress, no pain, no worries, no guilt, no desperation- just the sleeping smile resting on her face, her gentle skin beaming with the sun that shines through the thin curtain, her hair spread over the pillow, a few strands falling on her face. I pushed my body up off the bed as slowly and gently as I could allowing her to get all the rest she deserves, planting a soft kiss on her cheek and taking in all her beauty before pulling away from her and leaving. I walked down the hall in nothing but some pyjama shorts and into the kitchen where Andy sat checking over the newspaper, putting it down when he saw me.

"Jack! Get the A.K, the zombie apocalypse has finally began going after this dead looking teenage boy first! Remember what Zombie land taught us, double tap to the head and don't get stingy with your bullets!" He instructed, smirking as I had now noticed Jack sitting eating breakfast at the table, out the way of original sight from the corridor.

We shared a slight chuckle before I sat on the counter infront of Uncle Andy.

"How'd you guys sleep?" He asked still smiling from the zombie uprising joke he pulled.

"Good. Bee is still asleep." I answered relieving a tired smile remembering the beautiful goddess who was so sweetly sleeping beside me.

"She's a really sweet girl, better then some of your others you're moms been telling me about." He admitted.

"I didn't know she talked to anyone in the family other then dad and I" I admitted before realising I'm practically either always out or in my room and hardly ever anywhere in between.

"It's a struggle to talk with her but I make it work. How's everything been Asher? Everything okay with your folks?" He asked with that sympathetic yet full of concern head tilt.

"It doesn't get much better then this." I chuckled before expanding; "It was really tough for a while, mom took it the hardest. Burying your own kid is a pretty rough thing to even imagine. They just kind of drained all positivity, I mean it's not like they went ghost on me, we've still had pretty good times but now I'm hardly around they're just kind of trying to live without their kids I suppose. I just sort of smiled through the agony." I sighed explaining before brushing the topic away and moving on to something happier.

"Anyway!" I yelled just loud enough I hoped wouldn't trail down the hall to Bandit, "how's sir Jack doing? Any ladies?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows at him remembering just how much the critter loved it.

He giggled before blushing and shaking his head violently, dramatically heaving at the mention of a girlfriend. Before we could question him on that burning fluster, Bandit's pitter patter of footsteps followed my previous path, her arms swung around my chest, pecking my cheek gently.

"Morning beautiful! How'd you sleep?" I asked keeping my voice low and soft she smiled and nodded slowly in response stretching her arms a little as she retrieved them.

"Where can I go for a shower?" She asked me gently hoping to avoid the attention of Andy.

I smiled as I hugged her, turning round in my seat, my cheek curling up against her face before I broke away and told her where to go.

{Mikey's P.O.V}
I was at the recording studio with David of Electric Century and a bunch of the producers ready for our new album and just having a bit of a laugh. We'd had some beers and I was checking through my twitter feed to see the usual kind of stuff, rumours about fandoms, hate, art, ads, unwanted status updates probably made when taking a dump- y'know the usual, until something caught my eye.

Bob Bryar:
So glad @Banditleeway has left, can see why @FrankIero and @GerardWay easily got so sick of her!

My blood boiled and my mind suddenly switched, leaving behind the alcohol enduced state I was consumed into and adopting the sober I needed to be.

"Mikes, buddy- you alright?" David questioned as he held the tinted glass bottle by the neck in his fingers and setting it down beside his thighs on the table his ass was stationed on.

"It's time I pay my brother a visit." I spat picking up my jacket, leaving behind the 3/4 empty bottle I'd been drinking from and matching out, dialing Gerard's number as I left the building.

With every ring the line made, the hotter my blood was, the angrier I became, the more I began to tremble, the more I began to grow into the temptation of screaming bloody murder in protest to the f*ck up of a brother I'd got, the guy who'd rejected his daughter so much she left to live with the one guy all of us could trust the most, the guy she knew would save her arse but also the one that sold her out! I knew she'd left Frank's, I heard her talking to Asher the night of her party, I heard their choked sobs and aching hearts but where she'd gone I didn't know. And now I did. And by God damning f*ck, Gerard Arthur Way was going to pay for what he'd caused, for what he'd started all those years ago!

A little late but HAPPY MCR DAY, don't be sad that it's over- be happy for its existence.

SORRY I'VE BEEN AWAY, I UPLOADED 3O CHAPTERS TO A NEW FIC I'VE BEEN WORKING ON CALLED SAVE ME FROM MYSELF DESTRUCTION IN HONOUR OF THE 22ND SO MY ATTENTION HAS BEEN THERE BUT I'M DEFINITELY BACK NOW!
NOT TOO LONG BEFORE THIS ONE WILL BE DONE I THINK.

ALSO SORRY IT'S SHORT, I JUST THOUGHT I'D BETTER GIVE YOU SOMETHING.

My exam is in less then a week.... f*ck!