Hey, guys, so I decided to start writing a CW fanfic even though they haven't done any music videos (yet) for them. I'm trying to tie it into the song lyrics and titles and all as well as both Black Parade and DD. I don't know if I really like the title, might change it later. If you like my writing, but want DD, I am also starting a fanfic for that (I have done the prologue and am writing the first chapter now) if you're curious. Comment and suggest (theme or title ideas) please! And of course, enjoy!
Panting and footsteps like monsters that are trying to sneak under your bed echo and rumble through the alley walls that rise like the dungeon bars that entrap the running people. The maze of empty streets deepens as the screaming ideas in the boy's head that is trying to escape run along.
I swear it was only a knife. He ponders the meaning of why these freak-shows decided to chase him over the rest of desperate clingers that mingled aimlessly about when he first started being chased. They shouldn't have seen it. Mom said it was just a kitchen knife. Is it really? Why would she give it to me, anyway? What kind of protection is this, from whatever? I thought it was just a kitchen knife, so what do they want with it; what do they want with me?
His heartbeats come in sync with the driving footsteps of his psychos. He could hear one laughing, the joy distributed evenly and without cause across the entire face. One turn and the end would come. Not just the end of a way out, the end of his life and he knew it. He knew it and didn't want to believe it, but did. He could feel the blood freeze and thaw out again and again as it attempted to circle his veins for as many times as it could before it would drop to the ground and spread raindrop tears.
In another desperate attempt to throw them off his trail, he tossed the apparent weapon down one alley-way and crept up another. Turning a quick corner, he waited to see if he would be safe, but either these people were experienced hunters or they had heard him somehow because they paused only for a second to stare at the weapon. One dark shadow bent over like an unforgiving tree in the wind, and picked up the knife. Grinning, he looked around for a couple of seconds before preceding down the alley-way their prey had ventured. The chased boy leaped at the thunder of their incoming footsteps, and charged as quietly as he could, now wishing he had saved the weapon, he would need it.
His face glowed as he turned one last time. A dead-end towered over him, mocking him, and he couldn't smile back. The tears of red already came pouring out it seemed, and every pore of his body screamed for help, but the limitless night yielded no alternative. He turned and faced his pursuers, and four hungry pairs of eyes stared at him, unblinking.
