Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, chapter 1
Long ago, a hearse drove out of the driveway, the coffin in the back. The driver was a male dressed in black with a red tie. Long, black hair flowed from his head, and black sunglasses covered his brown eyes.
He looked over his shoulder and stopped the car in the middle of the road. He unbuckled and got out of the hearse, walking to the back.
Once he got there, he opened the back of the car and pulled the coffin out using the handles that the pallbearers were supposed to use. But this time, there would be no pallbearers.
He pulled as hard as he could and the coffin slid out. The man backed away quickly as the coffin crashed onto the pavement.
It started to rain hard, dousing the man's black hair. He took off his sunglasses and kneeled over the coffin. He opened it.
Inside was a woman in a black dress with black hair. Her eyes were closed, and she held a bouquet of black roses over her chest. "Helena," The man said. "It's time to wake up."
Helena's eyes opened and she slowly sat up. "Are they coming, Gerard?" She asked the man, who slowly nodded. "Then let's get on with it."
Gerard stood up and extended a hand to Helena, who took it and stood up. Gerard walked to the driver's door and climbed inside of the hearse, opening the passenger door for Helena, who also got in.
Once they were buckled in, Gerard asked, "This time it might be a little tricky."
"Just drive." Helena said.
"Right." Gerard said, turned on the windshield wipers, and slammed onto the gas pedal as hard as he could.
The tires squealed into life, and the hearse sped down the road as fast as it could go. People on the sidewalk stared in shock as the Hearse sped down the street.
At an intersection, a police car started following it. Gerard, meanwhile, was looking into the rearview mirror. "Bingo." He said once the sirens from the police car had caught his attention.
"Do we do it now?" Helena asked, a grin rising on her face.
"Not yet." Gerard said and continued driving.
A voice on a loudspeaker rose-up from the rain and declared, "Pull the hearse over, please."
"Not likely, motherfucker." Gerard muttered, rolled down the windo, and extended his middle finger to the pursuing officers.
Rain poured into the car from the rolled-down window. Gerard grinned as the sleeve of his left arm became drenched with water and started laughing. "Now." He finally said and turned the hearse sharply to the right.
The hearse skidded, then overturned on the street, the police cars swerving to avoid it, only to overturn, as well.
The hearse's passenger door opened and Helena emerged. She jumped onto the pavement as Gerard emerged. His lip was bleeding, but not badly. From his belt he pulled a revolver.
Helena reached into her cleavage and pulled out a small handgun, as well, and walked to one of the police vehicles. She shot both of the officers.
Gerard did the same to the other two officers in the second car and turned to Helena, smiling. "Done?" He asked her. She nodded. "Alright, then. Come on, I need help."
Gerard walked to the overturned hearse and started pushing on it to right it. Helena walked beside him and joined him when a third police car emerged from the same street as the first two had come from.
"Hold on." Gerard said and turned to the oncoming police car, already pulling the pistol out from his belt again. "It wasn't me, officers." Gerard screamed at them. "It was the fucking one-armed man!"
At that, Gerard fired at the windshield of the police vehicle, shattering it in three places as bullets pierced it. The car overturned as the other two had done and rested there, wheels still spinning, thinking that they were still on pavement.
Gerard turned back around and helped Helena right the hearse, which Gerard climbed and Helena climbed into. "Fuck," Helena muttered. "We left the coffin back there."
"We'll get another one. "Gerard replied, putting the Hearse into drive again.
"Where are we going, anyways?" Helena asked.
"Colorado." Gerard replied.
"Why?"
"To lie low for a while. Once the police have forgotten about us, we'll make a comeback."
"Like Green Day?"
"Think bigger. Think one thousand, million times bigger."
"And what do you have in mind to make this comback?"
"To steal a nuke. Maybe threaten the President himself."
"And how, exactly, do you plan on stealing this atomic bomb, Gerard?"
"I know. I'm just not telling you at this time. I will a couple of months beofre we actually do. That will give us time to actually strategize the opperation more indepth."
"I love you, Gerard."
"I love you, too, Helena."
Gerard leaned over and kissed Helena as they drove off into the sunset.
He looked over his shoulder and stopped the car in the middle of the road. He unbuckled and got out of the hearse, walking to the back.
Once he got there, he opened the back of the car and pulled the coffin out using the handles that the pallbearers were supposed to use. But this time, there would be no pallbearers.
He pulled as hard as he could and the coffin slid out. The man backed away quickly as the coffin crashed onto the pavement.
It started to rain hard, dousing the man's black hair. He took off his sunglasses and kneeled over the coffin. He opened it.
Inside was a woman in a black dress with black hair. Her eyes were closed, and she held a bouquet of black roses over her chest. "Helena," The man said. "It's time to wake up."
Helena's eyes opened and she slowly sat up. "Are they coming, Gerard?" She asked the man, who slowly nodded. "Then let's get on with it."
Gerard stood up and extended a hand to Helena, who took it and stood up. Gerard walked to the driver's door and climbed inside of the hearse, opening the passenger door for Helena, who also got in.
Once they were buckled in, Gerard asked, "This time it might be a little tricky."
"Just drive." Helena said.
"Right." Gerard said, turned on the windshield wipers, and slammed onto the gas pedal as hard as he could.
The tires squealed into life, and the hearse sped down the road as fast as it could go. People on the sidewalk stared in shock as the Hearse sped down the street.
At an intersection, a police car started following it. Gerard, meanwhile, was looking into the rearview mirror. "Bingo." He said once the sirens from the police car had caught his attention.
"Do we do it now?" Helena asked, a grin rising on her face.
"Not yet." Gerard said and continued driving.
A voice on a loudspeaker rose-up from the rain and declared, "Pull the hearse over, please."
"Not likely, motherfucker." Gerard muttered, rolled down the windo, and extended his middle finger to the pursuing officers.
Rain poured into the car from the rolled-down window. Gerard grinned as the sleeve of his left arm became drenched with water and started laughing. "Now." He finally said and turned the hearse sharply to the right.
The hearse skidded, then overturned on the street, the police cars swerving to avoid it, only to overturn, as well.
The hearse's passenger door opened and Helena emerged. She jumped onto the pavement as Gerard emerged. His lip was bleeding, but not badly. From his belt he pulled a revolver.
Helena reached into her cleavage and pulled out a small handgun, as well, and walked to one of the police vehicles. She shot both of the officers.
Gerard did the same to the other two officers in the second car and turned to Helena, smiling. "Done?" He asked her. She nodded. "Alright, then. Come on, I need help."
Gerard walked to the overturned hearse and started pushing on it to right it. Helena walked beside him and joined him when a third police car emerged from the same street as the first two had come from.
"Hold on." Gerard said and turned to the oncoming police car, already pulling the pistol out from his belt again. "It wasn't me, officers." Gerard screamed at them. "It was the fucking one-armed man!"
At that, Gerard fired at the windshield of the police vehicle, shattering it in three places as bullets pierced it. The car overturned as the other two had done and rested there, wheels still spinning, thinking that they were still on pavement.
Gerard turned back around and helped Helena right the hearse, which Gerard climbed and Helena climbed into. "Fuck," Helena muttered. "We left the coffin back there."
"We'll get another one. "Gerard replied, putting the Hearse into drive again.
"Where are we going, anyways?" Helena asked.
"Colorado." Gerard replied.
"Why?"
"To lie low for a while. Once the police have forgotten about us, we'll make a comeback."
"Like Green Day?"
"Think bigger. Think one thousand, million times bigger."
"And what do you have in mind to make this comback?"
"To steal a nuke. Maybe threaten the President himself."
"And how, exactly, do you plan on stealing this atomic bomb, Gerard?"
"I know. I'm just not telling you at this time. I will a couple of months beofre we actually do. That will give us time to actually strategize the opperation more indepth."
"I love you, Gerard."
"I love you, too, Helena."
Gerard leaned over and kissed Helena as they drove off into the sunset.
