Untitled Fanfic #1

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Untitled Fanfic #1

NOTE: This isn't Danger Days. Or the Black Parade. It's based on The Ghost of You. And thanks to Flying Cupcake for the inspiration, I appreciate it. On with the story then...

"Christopher, calm down," I tell him. "How? I can't just lie here and wait forever! You're the only thing keeping both of us alive, and you opened your stupid mouth and now we're going to die!" he yells. "Chris, I couldn't help it. You couldn't have expected me to just watch him threaten to rape her! She's my best friend!" I yell back. "I don't care! You're gonna kill both of us, you selfish bitch!" "At least I know that what I did was right! You can't see past the damn money! It's all you care about!" I yell. "You know Chris, I am not afraid to walk this world alone. In fact, I'll make up your mind for you." I turn around and run out the door of our small apartment into the cold winter streets. He's drunk and chases me mindlessly. I see a tavern on the side of the street and run inside. I know the bartender, Josh, and he helps me over the bar and shows me a place to lay down and hide. There are a lot of soldiers in here, and I think one of them is singing something. Josh tells them not to say anything about me, or else. I hear the door burst in and hear Chris yell "Where is she?" "I don't know who you're talking about," says Josh. "A girl, about this tall, green gray eyes, black hair," he says, describing me. "Nope, haven't seen her. Good luck finding her,"Josh says. Chris leaves, but I wait until Josh says "He's gone" to get up. "Thanks, Josh. I owe you one," I tell him. "Nah, it's fine, just a favor for an old friend," he says, then hands me a bottle of Mexican tequila. "This is top-dollar stuff. Sure you want me to have it?" I ask. "Yeah, no one else can do even a shot of it," he says. I shrug and open the bottle, taking a couple gulps. "That stuff doesn't make you want to choke?" asks a soldier at the bar. "No. It's hard to choke on this after you've had home-brewed moonshine," I say, letting my Southern accent slip out a little. "Where are you from?" asks another one. He seems tall and has glasses. "Texas. But that doesn't mean I'm a hick," I say. All four of them laugh. "What's your name?" asks one of them. "Call me Storm," I say. "What are you names?" "I'm Ray, that's Frank, that's Gerard, and that's Mikey," he says. Gerard was the one singing, as he's at it again. "Is he drunk?" I ask Frank. "Probably. Looks like it," he says with a grin. I catch a glimpse of a tattoo on the back of his neck. "What's with the-" I start, but see Chris coming back. I duck before he sees me, and he must leave after 10 minutes. "It was nice talking to you guys, but I've got to find a place to sleep tonight," I say. Josh lets me stay in a room upstairs. I fall asleep with the four soldiers' words echoing in my mind.