The Black Parade, chapter 3

To unexplain the unforgiveable

Drain all the blood and give the kids a show

By streetlight this dark night

A seance down below

There's things that I have done

You never

Should ever know...



Fear was paralysing my entire body. This wasn't The End, for that had already come. This was beyond that, beyond everything. This was simply indescribable.

I stared fearfully at them, waiting for them to catch me, hurt me, kill me. But they didn't move. They stood, grinning evil grins, saying nothing, doing nothing. They just stood there.

I waited for a long, long time. The strange thing was; I didn't know what I was waiting for. I was surer than sure they wanted to take me, but not a single one of them moved. They had me cornered, though. And I was weak, more than weak, I was helpless.

And then...I realised. They couldn't. They couldn't hurt me, they couldn't kill me, they couldn't touch me. I don't quite know how I managed to figure that out, but I did, and that's all that was concerning me at that point.


And without you is how I disappear

And live my life alone forever now

And without you is how I disappear

And live my life alone forever now.



A small smile played on the corners of my lips. I saw the leader's deadly sockets narrow with a suspicious glare.

"Well...what are you waiting for?" I asked softly, my hoarse voice echoing out through the night. They all stopped smiling in total unision, realising that they're plan had failed, and that I knew.

"Come and get me," I whispered, holding out my sickeningly thin arms, a feverish grin unfurling across my half-shadowed face.

"He knows!" The leader howled. The Skeleton Crew began to roar ferociously, making a God-awful racket, thrasing about, punching each other, screaming insults at themselves. It was quite unlike anything I had ever, ever seen before.

I started to edge away, slowly, carefully, as quiet as I possibly could. They were far too wrapped up in self-hate and anger to notice that I was far from their fear-filled hostage.



Who walks among the famous living dead

Drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed

And if you could talk to me

Tell me if it's so

That all the good girls go to heaven

Well heaven knows...



* * *


"I think- I think....I think we've lost him."

"No, no! Try again! Please!"

"I-I'm sorry, but I-"

"Please! I'm begging you!"

With the almightly force that suddenly collided with my heaving chest, I opened my eyes.

I could hear them in the background, thanking the Lord, praising him, loving him for taking me back. back?

I was back?

I looked around the small, white room. I could see figures like soldiers, weeping and laughing and shaking the bed on which I lay.

I could see theatrical tools like weapons, shining and glistening in the sorry light, flashing bright colours around the once-plain room, looking extremely out of place.


That without you is how I disappear

And live my life alone forever now

And without you is how I disappear

And live my life alone forever now.



I could feel icy hands entwine my own, forgiving laughter echo throughout my hollow ears, and that familiar, steady, beep, beep, beep of the hospital monitor. I felt tears adorn my bloodshot eyes. I was back.

I couldn't be, it wasn't possible. The Skeleton Crew had came and taken me away, so why was I back? Why was I here again?

It came to me in one agonizing rush. All the pain I thought I'd left behind, it came back for me. Back to haunt me, to taunt me. To never leave me alone. Why?

Because I'd lost....I'd failed. I set out on a mission, and I didn't accomplish it at all. Far, far, so very far from that.


Can you hear me cry out to you

Words I thought I'd choke on

Figure out I'm really not so with you anymore

I'm just a ghost

So I can't hurt you anymore

So I can't hurt you anymore!



It was here. I could feel again, hurt again, love again...so does that mean I could die again?

More than ever, I wanted that. I knew they didn't just want me, they needed me. I knew they were in danger and I knew I had to help. I was the only one who could. I was the only one, the only one in this whole wretched world, who was either brave enough, or stupid enough, to venture further than the unknown.



I did not know if this was something to be proud of or something to be ashamws of, but, either way, I didn't enjoy it. I wanted to go back, forward, anywhere, anywhere but here. I needed to leave, to help them, to save them.

I attempted to get up, to leave the dreaded hospital bed. But I couldn't. I was shoved down on all sides, and told to stay, to rest.

I couldn't see anyone. I couldn't recognise anyone.

Maybe I wasn't truely back to life, maybe I was just...visiting. People can visit death, they can be so close that they are almost gone, almost no more. So maybe...maybe this was just....

Thoughts were swimming through my already overflowing mind, making my head ache. I didn't understand...I mean, there was no such thing as a One-Way Ticket To Death....

I couldn't even content myself with the fact that I had a second chance, because I just didn't see it that way.


So you can

Well now so

You can

I'm so far away from you

Well now so

You can

And without you is how I disappear

And without you is how I disappear

Forever

Forever now...



I wasn't meant for a simple life, I wasn't meant for a simple love, and I could now see that I was not meant for a simple death.
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