“Anything happen while we were gone?” Party asked me.
“Nope.” I answered, getting myself out of my thinking trance.
“What’s this on the ground?” Jet bent down to pick up a piece of paper near the chair Flash was tied to. He took a look at what was on it, then a look at Flash before looking back at the paper.
“What is it?” Kobra asked him.
“A picture. Of Flash Drive.” He said disbelievingly. Kobra put his hand out to take the picture, and Jet gave it to him. The look on Kobra’s face told me that that really was a picture of her.
I got up to get a look at it myself.
“Anything happen while we were gone?” Party asked me.
With that we gently placed Flash in one of the back seats of the Suburban, and got back into the same cars with the same people we drove out with. That meant I was back in the Trans Am with Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid.
The ride home was solemn, and not much was said at all. I spent most of the time thinking about what we could do to get Flash Drive back. I didn’t understand how one minute she could be herself, and the next someone completely different. I didn’t think she had Multiple Personalities Disorder, and even then I don’t think you faint from it. It was just nerve racking.
When I wasn’t
Well, a couple nights ago I has this dream, or whatever you might want to call it. You'll understand after I explain it to you. So here goes.
It was something a lot like Life on the Murder Scene, but not exactly scene for scene the same. It was just a compilation of interviews and bits of concerts, and what not. It was really cool.
Okay well technically it's not exactly mine, but it's the car I'm going to learn how to drive with.
It's an Oldsmobile.
In gun metal gray. (Love this color)
And the trunk is big to easily fit two bodies, or more depending on the persons size. (Just thought you should know this little tidbit of information)
It's a few quirks, like the radio doesn't work. We're in the process of fixing this though.
If you can't tell, I'm really excited about this. I can't wait to be able to drive, and it's just a cool car. I mean have you seen the wheels? I fucking love wire rims.
Okay, I'm going to shut up
“Are you alright?” I asked her.
She cocked an eyebrow at me. “What happened?” She said cautiously. I smiled a little about to tell her that she fainted, but she continued asking questions. “Where am I? Who are you?” Her voice was frantic and scared.
Now I was scared myself. “Flash Drive,” I said timidly. “It’s me, Waterfall Bomb. This is Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star. You’ve got to remember us.” I plead with her.
She just became more confused. I gave a look to the guys who had crouched down around her and me.
“Shorty?” Jet Star called her by her nickname.
Now she was beyond
The crowd was still cheering ever so slightly, but they quieted a little when I came out. I noticed the confused look on some of their faces. I understood though. There was no one else with me, no instruments, no nothing. Just me standing in front of the mic.
“Did everyone enjoy the music?!” I shouted to the crowd. I hoped it would get them excited again. Although I’m sure not many of them would be too into poetry. They did cheer a little not as much as they did for the guys though. “Now I’ve got some poetry for you!” The cheers nearly immediately died down to silence.
“You guys ready?” Party asked everyone.
They all nodded. Fun even gave a “Fuck yeah!”
“You too Shorty?” He asked Flash.
“I guess so.”
“Good. By the way your singing Black Parade by yourself.”
“What?” The panic was clear across her face. “How do you even know that I know the song?”
“You sing in your sleep.”
“Oh, that’s kind of creepy.”
“You’re telling me. I stay awake on watch and hear a teenager singing one of my songs from how long ago in her sleep.”
“Come on guys, get a move on. I wanna see this concert already.” I complained. They all
did as I said though.
Yes, I'm the lucky motherfucker who has her birthday on the same day that I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love was released.
On July 23rd, 1996, I was born into this world of horrors.
On July 23rd, 2002, Bullet's was released, and some of the horrors started to disappear.
On July 23rd, 2012, I turn 16, and Bullets turns 10.
I guess that's really all I have to say.
Now if you excuse me I have to get ready to go yell and scream at my school because they fucked up my schedule, and it needs to be fixed.
The rest of the ride was probably the best of the whole trip. I just sat there and listened to them tell stories of their concerts. I think that was the most I ever laughed in my entire life. It was great.
“Home!!” Fun exclaimed as we passed the first sign for Newark. It was just as abandoned as my hometown had been. It didn’t look like anyone was in sight, and wondered who would all be showing up for the show tonight. I didn’t ask though. I figured there was going to be some kind of obvious answer to it.
Five minutes later the cars stopped in the parking lot of a dog park.
“What?” Fun asked me cocking his head in confusion.
“That was my old school.” I mumbled. Outside were the remains of my high school. I barely recognized it.
“Ew school. I bet you’re glad it’s been burned down.” Fun remarked with a chuckle.
I didn’t laugh back though. I just shot him a look that told him to shut up. It had been school, but I still had a lot of good memories from back then. I wonder who all got out, and who didn’t.
“Where’s your house? It’s got to be close if that was your school.” Kobra said from the driver’s seat.
“No. It’s too far out of the way.”
“Just tell me how to get