Post by xXKat'sChemicalRomanceXx on Dec 25, 2007 20:41:57 GMT -5
"Hrmm..." I wonder aloud to myself, "Christmas day, and my family is all downstairs watching TV and talking about the past Christmases, and I'm up here all alone. I wonder if Megan is online..." I click on my friends list to see little purple sleeping faces with "offline" written next to them. "Damn!"
Now, there was nothing to do. I turned around and looked at my half broken iPod.
"I think I'll sing..." I scrolled through all my choices until I got to "Paramore" on my artists list. I looked for the song that was stuck in my head this Christmas day, "We Are Broken", turned it on, and started to sing.
Naturally, I stopped singing when I heard the door open to the back room.
"Who is it, and what do you want?" I hated being a Scrooge on Christmas, but that's how mood swings treat you. I waited for an answer from whoever i t was, but I heard nothing. All of a sudden, I heard a car in the drive. I looked out the window to see a tall, pale man with bleached hair get out of a green minivan. He stood slumped on the window of the van as he smoked a cigarette. I couldn't tell who this was, but I needed to focus on who was behind me right now... I turned to see someone that I most definitely knew. Marilyn Manson.
"I killed your family..."
"WHAT??" I felt my eyes tear up.
"I'm kidding... but I did throw a hand grenade filled with tear gas. They'll be knocked out for a while..."
"Oh... Hi Mr. Manson!" I couldn't help but laugh at all the inside jokes about him. He cringed at my laughter.
"I hate children..."
"I'm a teenager," I was still laughing, which made it hard to say these words. Mr. Manson grabbed my arms and tied them together. Next he opened the window.
"Hey! start the van," he shouted at the man, and took me to the door.
"What about the tear gas?"
"Good point..." he thought for a bit. "The window is our only solution!"
"Right..." he seemed sort of confused that I wasn't putting up a fight. But why was Marilyn Manson kidnapping me anyway? As I thought, I was stuffed out the window onto the camper used for my mother's business. Mr. Manson carried me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to the van. The other man opened the door to the van and froze.
"Sir, he's... he's..."
"What is it, you twit??"
"He's gone!"
"Who?" I asked.
"Well, I was going to run away, but I didn't want to know that a girl was suffering!" we all turned to see the most gorgeous man on Earth by a tree in the woods. Gerard Arthur Way. His beautiful black hair swayed in the wind, as he walked up to Mr. Manson. The size comparison was remarkable. Little Gerard Way, and tall Mr. Manson. Like a giant and an imp standing by each other.
"Let her go, Brian!" Gerard stomped his foot, and pointed at me. He never broke eye contact with Mr. Manson.
"And what if I don't?" replied Brian, as he gridded his teeth. Gerard smiled a playful grin, looked at the ground, and back up as he got serious again. Gerard reached in his jacket and pulled out a little stuffed dolly. It looked homemade. Pasty material for skin, button eyes sewn on with "X's" and one stitch mark for a mouth. The doll had brown hair, and was dressed in burgundy linens. Brian's eyes got wide.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURT SALLY!!!"
"Then let her go. It's that simple," Mr. Manson paused, then looked at the man holding me.
"Chris. Let her go," Chris, so he was, released me. The two of them got into the van and left, leaving me and Gerard alone.
"What the hell was that all about?" I asked the gorgeous man.
"Oh, he wanted to make a coat out of my flesh, and he needed more pale..."
"Hrmph,"
"Wanna go grab dinner?"
"On Christmas?"
"My place..." he said. I thought. Okay, either spend Christmas with my family, or the handsome Gerard Way. Definitely, Gerard!
"Ookiez!" I grabbed his hand and we set off down the road to... somewhere...
The End!
Merry Christmas!
Now, there was nothing to do. I turned around and looked at my half broken iPod.
"I think I'll sing..." I scrolled through all my choices until I got to "Paramore" on my artists list. I looked for the song that was stuck in my head this Christmas day, "We Are Broken", turned it on, and started to sing.
Naturally, I stopped singing when I heard the door open to the back room.
"Who is it, and what do you want?" I hated being a Scrooge on Christmas, but that's how mood swings treat you. I waited for an answer from whoever i t was, but I heard nothing. All of a sudden, I heard a car in the drive. I looked out the window to see a tall, pale man with bleached hair get out of a green minivan. He stood slumped on the window of the van as he smoked a cigarette. I couldn't tell who this was, but I needed to focus on who was behind me right now... I turned to see someone that I most definitely knew. Marilyn Manson.
"I killed your family..."
"WHAT??" I felt my eyes tear up.
"I'm kidding... but I did throw a hand grenade filled with tear gas. They'll be knocked out for a while..."
"Oh... Hi Mr. Manson!" I couldn't help but laugh at all the inside jokes about him. He cringed at my laughter.
"I hate children..."
"I'm a teenager," I was still laughing, which made it hard to say these words. Mr. Manson grabbed my arms and tied them together. Next he opened the window.
"Hey! start the van," he shouted at the man, and took me to the door.
"What about the tear gas?"
"Good point..." he thought for a bit. "The window is our only solution!"
"Right..." he seemed sort of confused that I wasn't putting up a fight. But why was Marilyn Manson kidnapping me anyway? As I thought, I was stuffed out the window onto the camper used for my mother's business. Mr. Manson carried me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to the van. The other man opened the door to the van and froze.
"Sir, he's... he's..."
"What is it, you twit??"
"He's gone!"
"Who?" I asked.
"Well, I was going to run away, but I didn't want to know that a girl was suffering!" we all turned to see the most gorgeous man on Earth by a tree in the woods. Gerard Arthur Way. His beautiful black hair swayed in the wind, as he walked up to Mr. Manson. The size comparison was remarkable. Little Gerard Way, and tall Mr. Manson. Like a giant and an imp standing by each other.
"Let her go, Brian!" Gerard stomped his foot, and pointed at me. He never broke eye contact with Mr. Manson.
"And what if I don't?" replied Brian, as he gridded his teeth. Gerard smiled a playful grin, looked at the ground, and back up as he got serious again. Gerard reached in his jacket and pulled out a little stuffed dolly. It looked homemade. Pasty material for skin, button eyes sewn on with "X's" and one stitch mark for a mouth. The doll had brown hair, and was dressed in burgundy linens. Brian's eyes got wide.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURT SALLY!!!"
"Then let her go. It's that simple," Mr. Manson paused, then looked at the man holding me.
"Chris. Let her go," Chris, so he was, released me. The two of them got into the van and left, leaving me and Gerard alone.
"What the hell was that all about?" I asked the gorgeous man.
"Oh, he wanted to make a coat out of my flesh, and he needed more pale..."
"Hrmph,"
"Wanna go grab dinner?"
"On Christmas?"
"My place..." he said. I thought. Okay, either spend Christmas with my family, or the handsome Gerard Way. Definitely, Gerard!
"Ookiez!" I grabbed his hand and we set off down the road to... somewhere...
The End!
Merry Christmas!
