*** Here we are. The morgue. Hotel Bella Muerte. One place where your body checks in and only your soul checks out.. and that's if you happen to be one of the lucky ones. I took you here, because when a soul is taken against someone's will.. it is meant to roam the earth in search of it's final resting place. I want to insure the fact that you're gone. I'm taking no chances. There's murder in the air.. not only does the smell of rotting corpses dance around you, but you can't help but notice the lingering stench of sweet revenge. Am I the only one that finds this to be quite a romantic setting? Odd thing is, I'm here to murder my own brother..

'What's life like bleeding on the floor?' I ask you sincerely.. actually quite intrigued by the idea of withering away in pure horror. You don't even have the fucking guts to look me in the eye and i'm expecting an answer from your trembling body? Seems i've aquired your intellegence just like i've aquired your blood..

You exposed me. Took me for a fool. Fucked me over. My own flesh and blood and you had the guts to turn them against me. I told you time and time again.. 'You must keep your soul like a secret in your throat..' but instead you allowed me to rip out your neck myself. Thanks for such an honor..

'Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against.. because I've seen what they look like..' you say to me. You had the fucking guts to speak..

'I'm trying.. i'm trying to let you know just how much you mean to me.. and after all the things we put each other through.. I wanna save your heart..' You speak to me once more. You're really walking a fine line there darling..

How dare you even THINK of speaking to me after what you did.

God Michael, you sure do know how to push my fucking buttons.

I make my way across the floor.. to see just how bad you're bleeding from your slashed and tattered skin. Your sweet, innocent blood dripping from my mouth, the taste still lingering. I should have just gotten this over with long ago. But then again i'm sorry I had to do this, dear brother.. but you just don't know how to keep your mouth shut.

'And they might fill your place, a temporary stand-in for your face..this happens all the time..' I tell you.. and it's all because you couldn't keep your fucking mouth SHUT.

They all know now. If anyone is going to get a fucking stake through their heart it's me.. and my heart is just as pure and genuine as yours dear brother. Just because I enjoy the feeling and taste of ripping flesh and I drink the sweet blood of another.. I am repulsive? I don't understand.. I suppose love is also a crime?

So if my life's at the stake.. so is yours.

You're looking up at me.. tears glistening in your baby eyes. I remember those eyes. So sincere, so sweet.. but now they seem so twisted. You betrayed the only person who loved you Michael.. you fucked over the wrong person. Little Michael James Way.. time for big brother Gerard to take over.

'You're beautiful,' I tell you. I mean it too. It's just pity.. everything beautiful will one day wilt and die. The reddest rose and the blackest heart. I guess you really live that one up well.

I sit beside you. I can hear your breathing. In.. and out, in.. and out. It's a shame that five minutes from now there's with be out.. but no more in.

You make me sick. You made me a murderer. All I wanted was blood.. not a life, and you gave me a fucking body.

I stand, taking my last looks at who used to be my brother but is now nothing more then a rotting corpse to me. I never want to see your disgusting excuse for a being breathing again.

'since we talked alone...come angels of unknown... come angels of unknown...' I say to you. Let the angels take you.. I had my words.. and I don't fucking want you anymore.

I begin to walk away, the dirt of the morgue floor rubbing against the sole of my shoes.. breaking the silence I am ever so eager to keep. I stop.. nursing a wound on my hand where you tried to fight me off. Bastard. Well, I got your blood.. and you got mine.. I guess we can call it even. You wanted your revenge, just like I always tought you to seek.. but darling, that's my job. You're lucky you got the little blood you did..

But what I didn't know was that you were about to get even more.

I hear the familiar scraping of dirt.. and I know i'm not alone. I turn.. and before I can even comprehend anything..

'It isn't that much fun starin' down a loaded gun..' you say to me with a sick laugh... shining barrel of a pistol pointed right between my eyes.

What's the worst that I could say at this moment? I'm fucked either way. I can run like a coward.. or I can face you. I have no choice.

'I think I'd love to die..' I say to you quietly.

'For what you did to me, and what I'll do to you.."

and before I can even comprehend the rest of what you say..

BANG

But you didnt aim for the head, Michael..

You shot right for the fucking heart.

'I'm coming back from the dead.. I'm takin' back the life you stole..'

There goes my last gasping breath...

And all we are is bullets.