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Gerard opened the door cautiously. It creaked, and he knew that it knew he was here. It was probably waiting for him.
All he wanted was his brother back.
"I never thought they'd get me here." He whispered to himself. He continued forward, the air becoming colder as he did. This old house in Monroeville. He had not been in here since they talked alone...
"And I can't help but think I'll die alone..." A soft voice cried. Gerard recognized it as his brother and sprinted to the last door in the hallway. He busted threw it and what he saw chilled him and made him start to sob. "I think I'd love to die..." Gerard said and he swallowed, walking forward to his bloody brother, lying, and dying on the floor. His thoughts of revenge became scattered, like a bullet through a flock of doves.
He knelt down and went to pick up his brother but stopped when he saw the venomous gaping hole in his neck.
"Someone get me to the doctor, someone get me to a church..." Mikey pleaded.
"I'll never let them hurt you, not tonight." Gerard whispered reassuringly to him. Gerard took his brothers hand and stared into his eyes. They began to glaze and he saw in them that his brother would not make it for long. The blood was pouring from the neck wound that he had received from that thing.
"I'll meet your eyes, I mean this..." Mikey whispered. Gerard felt tears streaming down his face at this comment. He did not want to loose his brother. He was the only thing that Gerard kept going for. Not now. He did not want him to be taken from him now.
Gerard did not even notice the other door open and a soft chuckle wind its way through bloody lips.
"What's life like, bleeding on the floor?" A voice asked mockingly. Gerard looked up from his brother, and knew it was behind him. Frankie, that son of a bitch, undead bastard was behind him.
"You're running after something that you'll never kill..." Gerard warned, looking back down to his brother. His skin was as pale as snow and his eyes where quickly fading. "You'll never make me leave..."
"The damage you've inflicted; temporary wounds." Frankie said, pushing off of the doorway and walking towards the two. "We could loose ourselves..." He suggested calmly.
"I will be with you." Gerard whispered to the dead body of his brother. He knew he was gone. He knew what he had to do, and that it needed to be done quickly.
"Stand up fucking tall, don't let me see your back!" Frankie said, stopping. Gerard complied and stood, and as he did so he drew a pistol from his jacket and pointed it at the thing that killed his brother.
"Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun." Gerard said, tears still streaming down his face. Frankie's bloodstained lips wound up in a grin.
"I'd end my days in a hail of bullets."
"Before I pull this trigger..." Wincing, he felt his breaths get caught in his chest painfully. "Can you hear me?" Gerard pulled the trigger once, the bullet piercing into Frankie's left arm. He winced in pain, but quickly regained the smile. "Are you near me?" He asked, pulling it again, hitting his right shoulder. "We'll meet again..." This time he hesitated. He hesitated in putting a bullet into the heart of the thing that killed his brother. To many memories flooded his mind as his finger tensed.
"So long, and goodnight..." A voice whispered behind him. And then as razor sharp white teeth ripped out his neck he saw him there.
He tried saying his brother's name, but it was impossible. All he could manage to say was, "Will it wash away this jet black feeling?" Mikey knelt down and nodded, brushing the hair from his brother's dying face.
"Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading..." He crooned.
"Oh how wrong we were to think...that immortality meant never dying..." Frankie said, walking over with his hand on the wound in his left arm. Gerard's vision grew blurry and he knew this was it. When he woke up...
"Tell me where we go from here?"
"We'll fly home."