This Is How We Like To Do It In The Murder Scene!, chapter 7
[u]:Gerard:[/u]
I broke emotionally as I watched my brother and best friend being murdered before my very own eyes. He paused, and dropped the gun, staring at me coldly. I cried my eyes out as I saw Mikey take his last, sharp breath, then fall motionless. "You killed my brother!" I screamed. "You asshole! I hope you burn in hell -"
"Now now Gerard, you know better than to speak to me in that tone. You know the rules..." he smirked.
"Just kill me now, get it over with," I sobbed. "DO IT!!!" He laughed manically. I screamed and screamed until he grabbed me by the throat, and I predicted that he'd choke me. Or hoped...
"Shut the hell up," he hissed. "What are you, a chick in disguise? Geez..."
"I...HATE you," I spat. "I wish you'd never been born!"
"Look boy, you leave now, you'll get off -" He was interrupted by the screeching of police sirens. "Shit!" Suddenly he was gone, as quick as a wink. A group of police officers burst into the room, armed with guns, looking around frantically. Their first reaction was to point the gun at me, until they saw that I was breaking down in tears.
"Sir, can you please explain what is going on?" a female officer asked, lwering her pistol slightly.
"He...he killed them...he killed them both..." I sobbed uncontrollably. "HE FUCKING KILLED THEM!"
"Sir, who would you be referring to?"
"Mr...Mr Roberts," I choked out. Another officer jotted it down. I crouched down beside Mikey and struggled desperately to find a pulse. "Mikey...PLEASE! You can't die. Oh God, please don't die Mikey, please, please, please...Just wake up..." I cried into his chest, before shaking him vigourously.
"Come on sir, calm down." A police-man patted my shoulder. Suddenly Mikey and Frankie were carried out to an ambulance on stretchers.
"Excuse me, could you please come with us to the station? It is required that we ask you a few questions about the crime, etcetra."
It was all too realistic. It was different went it was I who was commiting the murder, but now that I was the victim of having the cope with a loved one's death, I was not enjoying it one little bit. Oh God, this cannot be happening...
[u]End Of Point Of View[/u]
Mikey's parents and Frank's mother were informed and the two women arrived at the hospital crying their eyes out. Mikey's father was trying his hardest to keep himself together, for his wife's sake, but was finding this task extremely difficult. I mean, his youngest son had just passed away. Why Mikey? He was so quiet, so withdrawn; he wouldn't hurt a fly! Well, that's what he thought anyway. Although, Mikey was the most sensitive out of the...well, 'killing gang'.
Suddenly, Yas rushed into the hospital. She ran as fast as she could to try and find Mikey, and the first thing that she saw was her boyfriend's parents breaking down in the waiting room. "Where is he?" she choked.
"I'm sorry..." Mikey's father said grimly, trying to calm his hysterical wife.
"No..." Her face turned a shade of grey. "No it can't be...he's not dead...HE'S NOT DEAD!" she screamed firmly, as if trying to convince herself that it wasn't true; that he wasn't gone. "No!!!" She fell to the linoluem flooring, her heart broken in two. Suddenly she blacked out, and the pitch black darkness welcomed her...
I broke emotionally as I watched my brother and best friend being murdered before my very own eyes. He paused, and dropped the gun, staring at me coldly. I cried my eyes out as I saw Mikey take his last, sharp breath, then fall motionless. "You killed my brother!" I screamed. "You asshole! I hope you burn in hell -"
"Now now Gerard, you know better than to speak to me in that tone. You know the rules..." he smirked.
"Just kill me now, get it over with," I sobbed. "DO IT!!!" He laughed manically. I screamed and screamed until he grabbed me by the throat, and I predicted that he'd choke me. Or hoped...
"Shut the hell up," he hissed. "What are you, a chick in disguise? Geez..."
"I...HATE you," I spat. "I wish you'd never been born!"
"Look boy, you leave now, you'll get off -" He was interrupted by the screeching of police sirens. "Shit!" Suddenly he was gone, as quick as a wink. A group of police officers burst into the room, armed with guns, looking around frantically. Their first reaction was to point the gun at me, until they saw that I was breaking down in tears.
"Sir, can you please explain what is going on?" a female officer asked, lwering her pistol slightly.
"He...he killed them...he killed them both..." I sobbed uncontrollably. "HE FUCKING KILLED THEM!"
"Sir, who would you be referring to?"
"Mr...Mr Roberts," I choked out. Another officer jotted it down. I crouched down beside Mikey and struggled desperately to find a pulse. "Mikey...PLEASE! You can't die. Oh God, please don't die Mikey, please, please, please...Just wake up..." I cried into his chest, before shaking him vigourously.
"Come on sir, calm down." A police-man patted my shoulder. Suddenly Mikey and Frankie were carried out to an ambulance on stretchers.
"Excuse me, could you please come with us to the station? It is required that we ask you a few questions about the crime, etcetra."
It was all too realistic. It was different went it was I who was commiting the murder, but now that I was the victim of having the cope with a loved one's death, I was not enjoying it one little bit. Oh God, this cannot be happening...
[u]End Of Point Of View[/u]
Mikey's parents and Frank's mother were informed and the two women arrived at the hospital crying their eyes out. Mikey's father was trying his hardest to keep himself together, for his wife's sake, but was finding this task extremely difficult. I mean, his youngest son had just passed away. Why Mikey? He was so quiet, so withdrawn; he wouldn't hurt a fly! Well, that's what he thought anyway. Although, Mikey was the most sensitive out of the...well, 'killing gang'.
Suddenly, Yas rushed into the hospital. She ran as fast as she could to try and find Mikey, and the first thing that she saw was her boyfriend's parents breaking down in the waiting room. "Where is he?" she choked.
"I'm sorry..." Mikey's father said grimly, trying to calm his hysterical wife.
"No..." Her face turned a shade of grey. "No it can't be...he's not dead...HE'S NOT DEAD!" she screamed firmly, as if trying to convince herself that it wasn't true; that he wasn't gone. "No!!!" She fell to the linoluem flooring, her heart broken in two. Suddenly she blacked out, and the pitch black darkness welcomed her...
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