The1revenge's Journals

I've been tagged

1)Where are you at the moment? - home

2) Why? - because... I'm not outside?

3) Give me 5 bestest persons at buzz.? bdenryanspencerjonluv, poeticjustice, evil1510, mcrkidnsupernatural, ireswhateva

4) Do you like yourself? - yes

5) What do you like to do in your free time? - hang out with my friends, listen to music

6) Do you think you're able to do everything you'd like to [right now, from that place, are you confident enough //not in future]? yes : )

7) Do you think fighting makes sense? yeah. you get angry you feel like killing someone and eventually you actually try to. I'm not saying it's right but it makes sense. animals do it too, right? God! my answers are stupid

8) Was last question clever? - nope

9) Which places would you like to visit? I wanna see everything!

10) Honestly, give me one person from buzz, who made you feel special, like their friend? bdenryanspencerjonluv, poeticjustice and evil1510 make me feel amazing just for having them in my life

11) What's your mobile phone? - benq siemens EF81. seriously people, don't buy it, the battery gets fucked up after an year and it's slow. but it looks cool!

12) Would you like to have (new) one? - hell yeah

13) Do you like to smile? duh

14) Write poems? - rarely. I'd rather write songs and stories

15) Eat? - YES : D

16) English? - well what do you think this is?

17) French? I really want to but right now I'm studying German and still going to Englush classes. no time

18) Slovene? -nope

19) Polish? - um no

20)Sports? - I suck at it but volleyball's cool

21) Internet? - I love it

22) Do you think life gets better or worse day by day?- right now it's the same everyday so I can't really tell

23) Are you nervous or calm person? - depends. usually I'm calm

24) Is there any message you'd like to tell the world? shut up and be happy. stop wasting time on stupid things it can always be worse. and stop being selfish

25) What's your favourite line in a song? - For what you did to me, or what I'll do to you, you get what everyone else gets. You get a lifetime! - MCR

26) The cutest thing you've ever heard? - there are so many!

27) do you love your parents? - I'm gonna be honest. mom can yell at me all she wants - she deserved her right to do so - but dad is really going for a place in my black list. in other words I love mom and I kind of dislike dad. but only kind of

28)What would you do if tomorrow is the last day of your life? - tell this guy I really like him (otherwise it would be freaky/stalker-ish. it's a weird situation) , be with my friends and family, apologize for all the bad things I've said. you know, stuff like that. oh and I would cry a lot too. oh man now you got me sad

29)Do you often think about death? - I think about what happens AFTER death

30)Is this the last question? ......no, seriously

31) Are you sick of tag-tests? - not really, but I'm not tagging anyone because I know they might not like it

Through a Rapist's Eyes- This could save your life

I love you all and want you to be safe! Please read this and pass on the info to your loved ones and friends.
Through a Rapist's Eyes (No Joke)
>
>
> Please pass it along and share it with your children/friends/family.
>
> A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were
> interviewed on what they look for in a potential
> victim and here are some interesting facts:
>
> 1) The first thing men look for in a potential victim
> is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman
> with a ponytail, bun, braid or other hairstyle that
> can easily be grabbed They are also likely to go after
> a woman with long hair . Women with short hair are not
> common targets.
>
> 2) The second thing men look for is clothing. They
> will look for women who's clothing is easy to remove
> quickly . Many of them carry scissors around
> specifically to cut clothing.
>
> 3) They also look for women on their cell phone
> ,searching through their purse, or doing other
> activities while walking because they are off-guard
> and can be easily overpowered.
>
> 4) Men are most likely to attack & rape in the early
> morning, between 5: 00a.m. And 8:30a.m.
>
> 5) The number one place women are abducted
> from/attacked is grocery store parking lots . Number
> two: is office parking lots/garages. Number three: is
> public restrooms.
>
> 6) The thing about these men is that they are looking
> to grab a woman and quickly move her to another
> location where they don't have to worry about getting
> caught.
>
> 7) Only 2% said they carried weapons because rape
> carries a 3-5 year sentence but rape with a weapon is
> 15-20 years.
>
> 8) If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get
> discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for
> them to realize that going after you isn't worth it
> because it will be time-consuming.
>
> 9) These men said they would not pick on women who
> have umbrellas , or other similar objects that can be
> used from a distance, in their hands.
>
> Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get
> really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon.
> So, the idea is to convince these guys you're not
> worth it.
>
> 10) Several defense mechanisms he taught us are: If
> someone is following behind you on a street or in a
> garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look
> them in the face and ask them a question , like what
> time is it, or make general small talk: 'I can't
> believe it is so cold out here,' 'we're in for a bad
> winter.' Now you've seen their face and could identify
> them in a line-up; you lose appeal as a target.
>
>
>
> 11) If someone is coming toward you , hold out your
> hands in front of you and yell STOP or STAY BACK !
> Most of the rapists this man talked to said they'd
> leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she
> would not be afraid to fight back .
> Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
>
> 12) If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a
> huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever
> he goes) , yell I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out
> will be a deterrent.
>
> 13) If someone grabs you , you can't beat them with
> strength but you can by outsmarting them If you are
> grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the
> attacker either under the
> Arm (between the elbow and armpit) OR in the
> upperinner thigh VERY VERY HARD . One woman in a class
> this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch
> on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so
> upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle
> strands - the guy needed stitches. Try pinching
> yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it -
> it hurts.
>
> 14) After the initial hit, always GO for the GROIN . I
> know from a particularly unfortunate experience that
> if you slap a guy's parts it is extremely painful .
> You might think that you'll anger the guy and make him
> want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists
> told our instructor is that they want a woman who will
> not cause a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble and
> he's out of there.
>
> 15) When the guy puts his hands up to you , grab his
> first two fingers and bend them back as far as
> possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as
> possible . The instructor did it to me without using
> much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both
> knuckles cracked audibly.
>
> 16) Of course the things we always hear still
> apply.Always be aware of your surroundings , take
> someone with you if you can and if you see any odd
> behavior, don't dismiss it, go with your instincts!!!
>
> You may feel a little silly at the time, but you'd
> feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
>
> 1 Tip from Tae Kwon Do : The elbow is the strongest
> point on your body. If you are close enough to use it,
> do!
>
> 2. Learned this from a tourist guide in New Orleans .
> If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT
> HAND IT TO HIM . Toss it away from you....chances are
> that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse
> than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN
> LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
>
> 3.. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car,
> kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out
> the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't
> see you, but everybody else will. This has saved
> lives.
>
> 4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after
> shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing
> their checkbook, or making a list, etc.) DON'T DO
> THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is
> the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the
> passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you
> where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK
> THE DOORS AND LEAVE.
> a. If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO
> NOT DRIVE OFF, repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun
> the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car.
> Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the
> back seat they will get the worst of it. As soon as
> the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than
> having them find your body in a remote location.
>
> 5 A few notes about getting into your car in a parking
> lot or parking garage:
>
> A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at
> the passenger side floor, and in the back seat.
>
> B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your
> car from the passenger door. Most serial killers
> attack their victims by pulling them into their vans
> while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
>
>
> C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of
> your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is
> sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may
> want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a
> guard/policeman to walk you back out.
>
> IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better
> paranoid than dead.)
>
> 6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs.
> (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the
> perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)
>
>
> 7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his
> control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a
> running target) 4 in 100 times. And even then, it most
> likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, preferably in a
> zigzag pattern!
>
> 8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic:
> STOP! It may get you raped or killed. Ted Bundy, the
> serial killer, was a good-looking, well-educated man,
> who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting
> women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often
> asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle,
> which is when he abducted his next victim.
>
> 9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her
> friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night
> before last, and she called the police because it was
> late and she thought it was weird. The police told her
> 'Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.'
>
>
>
> The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had
> crawled near a window, and she was worried that it
> would crawl to the street and get run over. The
> policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way,
> whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.' He told her
> that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry
> recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes
> thinking that someone dropped off a baby. He said they
> have not verified it , but have had several calls by
> women saying that they hear baby's cries outside their
> doors when they're home alone at night.
>
> Please pass this on and DO NOT open the door for a
> crying baby ----This
> should be taken seriously because the Crying Baby
> theory was mentioned on America's Most Wanted this
> past Saturday when they profiled the serial killer in
> Louisiana .
>
> I'd like you to forward this to all the women you
> know. It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by
> lighting another candle. I was going to send this to
> the ladies only, but guys, if you love your mothers,
> wives, sisters, daughters, etc., you may want to pass
> it onto them, as well.

6 riddles of revenge chapter 4 (completed)

â�œItâ�™s big enough for us to go through it.â� Pete stared at the sky through the hole in the ceiling deep in thought. â�œBut weâ�™re on the fifth floor. We canâ�™t just jump.â�

â�œLets get on the roof.â� Amy pushed an armchair under the hole and got on top of it. â�œWeâ�™ll see what we can do. I need some help.â� Gerard lifted her higher and she climbed out. Careful not to sleep and fall she stepped out on the roof. She walked closer to the edge unsteady on her legs. One of the roof-tiles slid under Amyâ�™s foot and she fell. She dragged down to the very edge but managed to stop in time. â�œThat was close.â� she said and looked down. â�œItâ�™s too high to jump!â� she yelled.

â�œIs there anything we could climb to use to get down?â� Christina said from inside the house.

â�œNot really.â� Amy looked around herself but didnâ�™t see anything that could help them. â�œJust this really high tree but itâ�™s almost 4 meters away. Thereâ�™s no way we could reach it.â�

â�œHold on, Iâ�™m coming!â� Gerardâ�™s head showed from the hole and he climbed out with someoneâ�™s help. â�œAmy! Youâ�™ll fall!â� he said when he saw how close to the edge she was, â�œTake my hand!â� he outstretched to her and she grabbed it. He pulled her away from the danger and hugged her. â�œYouâ�™re right. We canâ�™t escape from here.â� he was disappointed, it was his last hope. His eyes shifted to the tree she had mentioned and he sighed deeply. It really was too far.

â�œAt least we can see the blue sky.â� she gazed at it. The sky was the one thing they all had began missing. Not even a single cloud blocked the sun leaving the blue color as pure and as calm as a frozen lake.

â�œItâ�™s beautiful just like you.â� he smiled and she melted into that smile. â�œLets go back inside.â� they jumped in the hole and landed with thud in the middle of the room where everyone was waiting to hear what they had seen.

â�œWell?â� Pete asked. They hadnâ�™t heard their conversation and hope still filled them.

â�œNothing.â� Gerard answered and they sighed and frowned.

â�œNow what?â� Mikey asked braking the silence that had fallen upon them.

â�œWe could try and figure out what the hell is this place and why are we dying one by one.â� Christina sat on the floor Indian style and rested her chin on her hand. She started thinking and so did the others. â�œEverything seems to have something to do with revenge.â� she remarked after awhile.

â�œYouâ�™re right!â� Mikeyâ�™s head shot as he was starting to make the connections. â�œI think weâ�™re beingâ�¦ punished? I have no idea what for though, we havenâ�™t done anything wrong.â� he lied a bit there. He knew he wasnâ�™t as innocent as the others thought, he was just good at keeping his mouth shut. â�˜Some things were better left unsaid.â�™ were the last words his mistake said.

â�œThat makes sense.â� Pete bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. â�œThen weâ�™re all goners.â� saying it out loud made it seem a hundredth times worse than it was in his head.

â�œWhat do you mean?â� Amy asked, her voice shaking.

â�œNo-one is perfect. I bet all of us have done things weâ�™re not proud of. The only question left is whoâ�™s next?â� they avoided each others eyes not knowing what to say.

â�œUm, now that weâ�™ve got that straight maybe we should try to find a way out again?â� Christina got nods from everyone, â�œOkay, itâ�™d be better if everyone had to check one floor of the house. Iâ�™ll take the third.â� three was her lucky number and it worked every time. She wasnâ�™t going to take chances right now. Luck was all she had. Pete took the first floor, Mikey got the fifth, Gerard called the second and Amy was left with the forth.

The fifth floor had a wide hall that was a very dark place that smelled of mould mixed with naphthalene and cigarette smoke. The carped had cigarette burn holes and various stains with an unknown origin. Green wallpapers decorated the walls but they seemed to be ancient and were peeling off the walls at places. Many massive cupboards in dark colors lined the sides of the hall and took a lot of the space. Dust, old pictures and boxes of all sizes hid away their surface.

Mikey walked slowly, careful not to trip on something in the dark. He couldnâ�™t see more that the outlines of the furniture and barely the colors of things.

â�œMichaelâ�¦â� a womanâ�™s soft whisper filled the silence and made Mikeyâ�™s hairs stand up. â�œMichaelâ�¦â� the voice was so gentle, almost like singing a lullaby to a scared child. â�œCome with me Michaelâ�¦â� he was sweating and his heartbeat became so loud he felt he couldnâ�™t hear anything else.

â�œWHO ARE YOU?!â� he was screaming at the top of his lungs and his throat hurt like hell. â�œSHOW YOURSELF!!!â� he looked all around himself desperately looking for the girl calling him.

â�œThey donâ�™t love you, they donâ�™t need you Michaelâ�¦â� he could even feel the cold breath on his neck. â�œCome with me Michaelâ�¦â� he fell to his knees plugging his ears. The words were invading his mind, feeling him with doubt, anger, fear, loneliness and so many other emotions at once.

â�œYOUâ�™RE A LIAR!!!â� he yelled shutting his eyes to the point it hurt.

â�œMichaelâ�¦You will die Michaelâ�¦â� he hit his head in the floor trying to get the voice out of his head. â�œI can save you Michaelâ�¦â� his forehead was bleeding staining his slender face.

â�œWHATâ�¦ DOâ�¦ YOUâ�¦ WANTâ�¦ FROMâ�¦ ME?!!â� he hit the wall next to him, a blow between words. His knuckles bled. â�œStopâ�¦â� his screaming was now a faint whisper. That was all his emotionally exhausted body could master.

â�œMichael!â� the faint whisper was getting louder and seemed so much closer. Mikey felt nauseous. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he crashed down on the floor with a thud.

Before he could completely slip into the darkness he opened his eyes and saw a transparent vision of a woman as pale as a ghost wearing a nightgown. She was walking and inch above the ground and her every move was very slow. As she neared Mikey she made the air colder and it became even harder to breathe. With one final sharp movement she went through him causing the most horrible feeling a human could suffer. Someone was screaming far away from him. It sounded so much like him but he didnâ�™t feel like he was producing it. The force pushed him into a cupboard and a box fell down opening. Suddenly, music started playing; it was a music box. The relaxing melody drained what was left of Mikeyâ�™s energy and he fainted.

Amy paced the forth floorâ�™s corridor slowly. The wood was creaking under her feet and that sound was all you could hear. It was dark so she traced the walls in hopes to find a light switch which she did. When she could finally see properly she took a good look around. She noticed her fingers were now dirty after tracing the wall. The house was obviously vacant for a long time.

Amy stopped at a door on her right and thought for a second. Should she open it? With everything that happened in the past few days anything could be there. She turned the doorknob and pushed it lightly. The room that came into view was truly beautiful. The walls were a deep color of red; an idea that once popped into Amyâ�™s head. She asked her parents to paint her room red but they never let her. A few amazing paintings decorated them. The massive black wardrobe next to the door had a picture of a forest craved on it and handles were silver. Amy gazed at it in awe for a while. Then she opened it to find a single short backless red dress hanging, waiting, begging for her to put it on. She touched it and was surprise at how soft and light it was. She took it and went over to a mirror she just noticed was at the other end of the room. She hesitated for a bit but then quickly got undressed and put it on. It made her look even more beautiful, if that is possible. She spun around and smiled. Then she finally saw the big bed with many pillows right behind her. How could she miss it? It was perfectly made and had a note on the red duvet.

She sat on it and lifted the note to read it.

â�œA friend in need, is a friend indeed.
Tonight youâ�™ll lose whatâ�™s sweet.
But angel donâ�™t you cry!
I promise, you wonâ�™t dieâ�

She dropped the note in sheer terror and gasped. And than it was like she couldnâ�™t breathe. The dress was getting tighter and tighter, suffocating her. She fell on the bed and started trying to remove the deadly piece of clothing. Her lungs were burning for air. The more she moved, the more she sank into the bed. It was swallowing her. In mere seconds she was completely gone.

Christina slid down the wall and hugged her knees to warm herself up a little. She was on the third floor. Alone. And it scared the shit out of her. She took out her cigarettes and her lighter. She had quit them five months ago with much effort. Gerard was supposed to quit with her but he caved in. She carried them for desperate times and now sure was a desperate time.

She lit up one and took a drag. The toxic smoke invaded her lungs and it felt so good. She faintly smiled and relaxed. She rubbed her eyes and groaned. How did she get in this nightmare? And more important, how would she get out? Remembering what she was there for, she got up and opened the first door she saw. Nothing. The room was empty. A part of her felt relieved it wasnâ�™t something horrible and another part of her was disappointed to see there was nothing that could help her in there.

She moved on to the next rooms. All of them hat nothing inside and looked so much the same. Every time she hoped the next room would be different, that it would hold the answer to the escape, but the disappointment just repeated itself again and again. It seemed like there were so many rooms and the more she searched the more they got. She didnâ�™t remember the house being that big.

At maybe the hundredth chipped old door she ran out of cigarettes. She threw the box away and sighed. She should have saved some for later. She looked at how much of the hall was left to check.

â�œWhat?â� the hall was so long she couldnâ�™t see the end of it. It wasnâ�™t like that when she started. She was sure she saw the end of it before opening the first door. She looked behind her; same thing. She walked by all those room, fastening her pace with each step until she was running. â�œHello?â� no response. She checked the rooms on her way as fast as she could leaving them open. She came to a place where the hall separated in two ways. â�œAlways turn right.â� She spoke under her breath to herself. The turn was fallowed by many more and she always went right.

After running for ten minutes she realized she was lost. She was tired, hungry and hell she needed a cigarette. Her phone didnâ�™t work. It was the worst case scenario.

Then the ground shook beneath her feet. She lost balance and fell down twisting her wrist. The ground shook again and something made out of glass broke. She didnâ�™t remember seeing glass anywhere. The thing that made the small earthquakes was getting closer at a scaring speed. Christina got up ignoring the pain in her wrist and ran. She didnâ�™t care exactly where she was going, she just wanted away from the thing. It was after her. She could tell it was one of those monsters you check under your bed for. She opened the first door that she had time to stop at and slid in to hide. She was breathing heavily and her heart was racing.

There was a mess on the second floor. You couldnâ�™t see the color of the carpet from paper sheets scattered everywhere. They were mainly sketches of people on the streets or meaningless words. He wondered why when they checked the house the first time they got there they found bedrooms and now it seemed like there was nothing besides the living room on the last floor and some useful rooms downstairs. By now he had realized the house was changing all the time so it wasnâ�™t so surprising.

He picked up some of the sketches and went through them realizing they were all so familiar to him. He searched at the back of his head to try to remember where he had seen them but failed. Giving up, he threw them down and continued heâ�™s way. All the rooms seemed normal to him. Most of them were just ordinary bedrooms while others were libraries, bathrooms or closets. There were many twists and turns in the hallway and after time it gave him the feeling he was walking around in circles.

He opened another door leading to a library. He chose to enter for a difference and the smell of old books hit him. It was a soothing smell he loved as a child. He inhaled deeply went between the shelves of books. They were pretty well presumed. He chose one randomly and opened it.

â�œThe story of Lily Maintreeâ� was on the on the first page of it. He Sat down on the floor and started reading. It was about a girl and her life, about how she never really got any attention and went to extremes to get. Gerard couldnâ�™t stop reading until he came to the part where she killed her boyfriend and ended up in a house that made her go mental and kill herself. When it ended Gerard suddenly got back to reality and noticed he was on page 742. How did he get so far? And how long had he been in there? He checked his watch. Only ten minutes had passed since he separated from the others.

â�œNo way!â� he stared at his watch and thought and thought and thought. What was going on? It was maybe the hundredth time that question plagued his mind in the past couple of days but it still was unanswered. He got an idea and quickly stood up. He noticed the books were carefully placed in alphabetic order and went over to â�œMâ�.

He finally found what he dreaded; â�œThe story of Mikey Wayâ�. Eager to find out what it contained, he opened it. It started off with some ordinary days and became more complex further on. There was this particular chapter in which you could see how he got involved with the wrong friends and started doing drugs. He pulled some girl into it all. Apparently, she was a very promising student and a good person. At the end of the chapter the girl died from overdose and Mikey blamed it on himself. After that he quit but still couldnâ�™t forgive himself.

It was all too overwhelming. So many questions popped out. Why didnâ�™t Mikey tell his own brother for all that? And how could he not notice? Suddenly, Gerard felt as if he had never actually been in his brotherâ�™s life. He always thought they were the closest people on earth. He wondered if it was true. His mind went blank. Every sound in the room was ten times stronger and there was an echo. He heard the clock ticking and it brought him back to reality. It was like a rollercoaster.

He shook a little and gazed at the clock. Half an hour had passed. He got up and found all of his friendsâ�™ books and placed them on a coffee table in the corner. Even with the speed the time was going with when he read it was still too much to read at once and way too heavy to carry at once. Maybe he could read just the endings of some?

He picked up the book on top of the pile and skipped to the last page. It turned out to be Peteâ�™s life story. He was in the kitchen.

â�œShit!â� Gerard was terrified from what he read next. He jumped to his feet and ran.

*before Gerard even went inside the library*

Why was it so important to search the house? And especially the first floor. Pete had seen enough to know that they were all goners. It wasnâ�™t even worth wasting their time. But his time wasnâ�™t really worth anything without his best friends. Of course he had the ones that were still alive but the loss was far too much for him to handle.

He didnâ�™t pay much attention to drawers he going through. Thoughts of his childhood with Patrick occupied his mind. His friendâ�™s seventh birthday when he got his first hat and swore he wouldnâ�™t take it off. That time they broke the neighborâ�™s window with a batman action figure that was supposed to fly to the tree and save a cat. The memory flow was suddenly interrupted by the bottle of Vodka that caught Peteâ�™s eye. It was just what he needed. He took it eagerly and unscrew the cap.

The minute the alcohol hit his lips and burned his throat he felt better. Or worse. He couldnâ�™t tell. He made his way to the kitchen and sat on the table. For the first time he was alone in the house. He could think without distraction. The events repeated themselves in his mind while he drank. He realized he had no luck whatsoever. Nothing worked out the way he wanted it.

He got up and went up the stairs. He reached the fifth floor and stood under the hole in the ceiling. After taking another sip he got the courage to climb to the roof. Walking over the edge he felt empty. They didnâ�™t care for him. He lost the one who did. He figured out he didnâ�™t have to wait for death to come to him in the worst way imaginable. He could do it himself.

He gazed upon the world in front of him. What a beautiful and lonely place it was. Taking in the last moments of his life as every singly detail sank in his mind and stained his memory forever he prepared to take the last step.

â�œPete, DONâ�™T!!!â� Gerardâ�™s voice startled him and he turned his head sharply to see him. He slipped on something fell backwards ever the edge.

He could hear his friend screaming in panic as he was falling. It was the longest fall he had ever had. It stretched on forever and he thought about everything he had done till this very last day of his life. Nothing special came to mind but the mere fact someone -even if it was only Gerard- cared enough to try to stop him from taking away his own life. It was now too late but it gave him comfort.

And then it happened. His body hit the ground and it all went black. It was over

6 riddles of revenge chapter 4 (part 1)

â�œIs there anything we could climb use to get down?â� Christina said from inside the house.

â�œNot really.â� Amy looked around herself but didnâ�™t see anything that could help them.

â�œHold on, Iâ�™m coming!â� Gerardâ�™s head showed from the hole and climbed out with someoneâ�™s help. â�œAmy! Youâ�™ll fall!â� he said when he saw how close to the edge she was, â�œTake my hand!â� he outstretched to her and she grabbed it. He pulled her away from the danger and hugged her. â�œYouâ�™re right. We canâ�™t escape from here.â� he was disappointed, it was his last hope.

â�œAt least we can see the blue sky.â� she gazed at it. The sky was the one thing they all had began missing.

â�œItâ�™s beautiful just like you.â� he smiled and she melt into that smile. â�œLets go back inside.â� they jumped in the hole and landed with thud in the middle of the room.

â�œWell?â� Pete asked. They hadnâ�™t heard their conversation.

â�œNothing.â� Gerard answered and everyone sighed and frowned.

â�œNow what?â� Mikey asked.

â�œThat makes sense.â� Pete bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. â�œThen weâ�™re all goners.â�

â�œWhat do you mean?â� Amy asked, her voice shaking.

â�œNo-one is perfect. I bet all of us have done things weâ�™re not proud of. The only question left is whoâ�™s next?â� they avoided each others eyes not knowing what to say.

Mikey walked slowly, careful not to trip on something in the dark. He couldnâ�™t see more that the outlines of the furniture and barely the colors of things.

â�œYOUâ�™RE A LIAR!!!â� he yelled shutting his eyes to the point it hurt.

â�œMichael!â� the faint whisper was getting louder and seemed so much closer. Mikey felt nauseous. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he crashed down on the floor with a thud.

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this part may be changed

I've Been Tagged!

I got tagged by mcrxcanseyxmcr :P
The challenge: List 12 songs that cheer you up.
I'm also supposed to tag 10 other people but I don't think they'd be thrilled so I'm not going to.

I'm Not OK - My Chemical Romance
Nine In The Afternoon - Panic At The Disco
Basket Case - Green Day
The City Is At War - Cobra Starship
Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance
Fences - Paramore
GI.N.A.S.F.S. -Fall Out Boy
Headfirst For Halos - My Chemical Romance
The Best Of Me - The Starting Line
Milkshake (cover) - Goodnight Nurse
Coin-Operated Boy - Dresden Dolls
Song 2 - Blur

Some of the song's videos alone can cheer me up :D

6 riddles of revenge chapter 3

â�œGood morning!â� Christina entered the kitchen still in her pjâ�™s and a smile on her face.

â�œArenâ�™t you happy this morning?â� Amy eyed her mischievously and took a bite of her toast.

â�œI have my reasons.â� she winked at her and turned to Mikey who was sipping his coffee. When he saw her glance he choked on the hot liquid and blushed.

Pete didnâ�™t take part in the laugh they shared. He just stood there, staring at his cereal. He hadnâ�™t touched it. He wasnâ�™t hungry at all. He kept staring at his food thinking about Patrick. How could they laugh at a moment like this? He hadnâ�™t spoken since yesterday. The photo that was sent to Jepha was imprinted on his mind. He was dead. He lied somewhere on the cold ground or maybe Heyley had called the cops and he was at a morgue? If that was true he was probably being dissected by some random doctor to see if it held evidence of who the killer was. But whoever did, wouldnâ�™t let them do that. He doubted it was even a person. He doubted everything.

â�œWe should save food.â� Gerard took him out of his little world of misery and brought him back to reality. â�œWe donâ�™t have that much.â�

â�œBut Iâ�™m hungry!â� Mikey wined. â�œI missed dinner yesterday. We all did.â�

â�œWe have to save food.â� his brother repeated firmly. It was in his nature to be stubborn.

â�œOh fine.â� he gave up and looked away in frustration. â�œSo what, Gerard, now we have to stop eating?â�

â�œNo. Just eat less.â� he picked up the empty bow before him and put it in the sink with the intention of washing it later. His arm hurt pretty bad but he didnâ�™t say it. â�œWe have to explore the tunnel.â�

â�œSince when are you in charge?â� Jepha had had enough of his bossiness and was prepared to argue with him.

â�œWhoever thinks we should explore the tunnel raise their hand, please!â� Gerard spoke and raised his hand in the air. Everyone did the same and when Jepha saw he was alone joined them. â�œGood. Now I donâ�™t think it should be dangerous but weâ�™re not taking any chances. The girls will stay here and the guys will go to the lake. Weâ�™ll find out if thereâ�™s fish there. If there is fish there, we can fish and that should solve the food problem.â�

â�œHey! Weâ�™re not that helpless!â� Emmy said. â�œThis is 21^st century, dumbass. We can defend ourselves.â�

â�œThen you can search the house for a way out.â� Gerard had nothing more than respect for women but no wasnâ�™t the right time. He wanted to yell at all of them but calmed himself down. He had to be strong. â�œI want all of you to think really, really hard about what has happened and see if you can come up with a theory.â� he was talking to everyone, no just the girls. He stressed the â�˜reallyâ�™ part.

â�œFair.â� Amy said and raised her fist in the air. Her friends looked at her as she was a total idiot. â�œWhat?â� she knew pretty damn well â�˜whatâ�™ but in her eyes it was far more funnier to play dumb. Theyâ�™d appreciate it if someone hadnâ�™t died yesterday or if they werenâ�™t trapped in an abandoned house with no way out. â�œBad timing.â� she thought.

â�œWe can use our cell phones to talk to each other.â� Mikey said. â�œThey seem to work when weâ�™re calling people that are here.â�

â�œOk.â� The first and only word Pete said the whole morning.

â�œLets start exploring then!â� Gerard went over to the hole with everyone following him. He and the guys jumped in and went inside the tunnel leaving the girls behind. â�œWe shouldâ�™ve brought torches or something like that. This place is fucking dark!â� he tripped every now and then but didnâ�™t fall. They reached the underground lake started starring at it aimlessly.

â�œWhat is there to explore?â� Jepha asked the question everyone wanted to know the answer to.

â�œWe can start with the water.â� Peteâ�™s voice was cold as if his friends had betrayed him and deserved nothing better. â�œWe have to find out if thatâ�™s fish.â� he pointed at the silver thing moving in the water.

â�œHow?â� all eyes were now on Jepha and it didnâ�™t take him long to read their mind. â�œNo way! Iâ�™m not going in there!â�

â�œLets play â�˜scissors, rock, paperâ�™. Whoever loses first goes in the water.â� Gerard suggested and they agreed a bit unsure if that was the right way. Jepha was the only one with paper and he lost to the scissors everyone else had chosen.

â�œFuck!â� he breathed in for courage and took off his shirt. He dived into the cold water and they watched as his body go deeper and deeper until they could no longer see him.

â�œDo you think heâ�™ll come back?â� Gerard asked after a minute. â�œHeâ�™s been down there for a long time.â�

â�œOnly for a minute. Heâ�™s a tough guy.â� Mikey said more to himself than anything.

â�œI think thatâ�™s him.â� Pete pointed at a shadow coming from the bottom of the water. It got bigger and clearer until you could be completely sure it was Jepha. He reached the surface gasping for air. â�œWhat did you find?â�

â�œNothing.â� he said between breaths. â�œBut now I can bug you about being such chickens!â� he laughed and they just glared at him.

â�œDamn. I really hoped we would find fish. Now weâ�™ll ran out of food in a couple of days.â� Gerard leaned on the wall and cursed everything.

â�œNeed a hand?â� Mikey outstretched his hand towards Jepha to help him get out of the water. He accepted it but just when he tried to get out something started pulling him back. â�œIâ�™m trying to help you! Stop pulling me!â�

â�œIâ�™M NOT!â� he screamed in horror. He could feel something wrapping around his foot. It was cold and slimy. It felt like a tentacle. â�œHELP ME!â� Gerard was holding onto Mikey and Pete was holding onto Gerard in desperate tries to pull him out. Even their strength put together wasnâ�™t enough to do the job. â�œNO! ITâ�™S KILLING ME! SAVE ME!â� more tentacles attacked Jepha and covered his face. He could no longer breath and was suffocating. He let got of Mikey and sank. He fought the thing that was killing him but it was no use. It wasnâ�™t long before his heart stopped beating and the monster tore him limb by limb, violating his corpse.

â�œJEPHA!â� Pete screamed terrified and almost jumped after him but the others held him. â�œNo! Let me go!â�

â�œPete! Itâ�™s no use! We have to get away from the water!â� Gerard shook him hard and then looked him in the eye. â�œHeâ�™s dead.â� then they saw some of his body parts floating on the surface of the water.

â�œFuckfuckfuckfuck!â� Mikey was having trouble breathing and was near to having a panic attack. He was sweating and shaking. â�œLets get out of here!â� he pleaded and than they ran as fast as they could. By the time they were in the living-room they were panting for breath and sweating. â�œThat thing killed him, it killed him, man! Oh God I think Iâ�™m gonna be sick!â� Gerard slapped him across the face and told him to get a grip.

â�œNow is not the time to fucking panic!â� he was glaring at him. He was a control freak but no-one knew it. He hid it all the time. â�œI know heâ�™s dead, I was there too!â� he yelled in his face. â�œMikey! Look at me!â� Mikey hadnâ�™t made direct eye contact during the whole fight but his brother forced him to meet his hazel eyes. â�œIâ�™m sorry.â� he let go of him and bit his lip. â�œI didnâ�™t mean to yell at you.â�

â�œWhatâ�™s going on? Why are you yelling?â� the girls came down the stairs.

â�œJephaâ�™s dead.â� Pete said staring at his shoes. â�œHe was killed in front of us.â�

â�œWhat do you mean heâ�™s dead? How?â� Emmy was so pale she looked dead.

â�œWe went in the cave. We saw that silver thing again and thought we should dive in and see if itâ�™s fish.â� Gerard started the story. â�œWe played â�˜scissors, rock, paperâ�™ to see who should go in the water. Jepha lost.â� he frowned and felt like it was his fault. He suggested playing that game without estimating the risks properly. â�œWhen he tried to get out something pulled him back. We tried to help him but it hadâ�¦tentacles and it put them around his head. I think he couldnâ�™t breathe and let go of us. Then the thing took him deeper and after a minute we saw his body parts floating in the lake. We got scared and ran away.â� he looked ashamed of that.

â�œHeâ�¦got torn apart?â� Emmy was almost crying and the others just stood silent.

â�œNo! We have to get away from this place!â� Mikey turned around and ran and his friends did the same with no second thoughts. As soon as the last one of them exited the tunnel Pete and Gerard blocked the door with a cupboard that was placed in one of the corners of the living room. â�œWeâ�™re all gonna die! Fast! I have to get out of this madhouse!â� Mikey picked up a chair and threw it against a window. Of course, it didnâ�™t break. â�œWhat. The. Hell. Is. This. Place!â� he said between the many times he tried breaking the glass. Eventually he got tired and leaned on the wall.

â�œMikey, we wonâ�™t get out that way.â� Amy put her hand on his shoulder caringly.

â�œThen how?â� he snapped at her and she took a step back in surprise. â�œHow?â� he wasnâ�™t angry anymore, he was hopeless.

â�œI think I know how.â� Christina said firmly causing everyone to pay attention to her words. â�œRemember the hole in the ceiling? The one, that the pedant made?â� they nodded beginning to understand where she was going, â�œMaybe we can go through there!â�

â�œLets go see if we can.â� Gerard went for the stairs excited that they had a chance of leaving this hellhole.

â�œWait.â� Pete looked at all of them, â�œTwo of our friends died mere minutes ago and what do we do? We act like itâ�™s no big deal. It was the same yesterday, when Patrick was murdered!â� he made them think and he was right. It seemed as if they had gotten used to it and fast. The possibility of them losing their lives had made them follow their instincts and think more about themselves, forgetting everything else. â�œI canâ�™t believe how little you care about people who would probably die for you if they had to!â�

â�œOh my Godâ� Amy realized what they had been doing. â�œItâ�™s true, guys. We should react differently. This thing is changing us. Weâ�™ve become something selfish.â�

â�œBut we canâ�™t just stand in one place and cry all day!â� Gerard also had a point, like always.

â�œShut up Gerard! Stop being like this.â� Mikey had had just enough of his brotherâ�™s bossiness. â�œCanâ�™t you pretend youâ�™re not better, smarter than us?â�

â�œI am trying to fucking save your asses!â� he yelled in frustration. â�œAnd if you donâ�™t cooperate that wonâ�™t happen soon!â� they were shortening the distance between each other with every sentence. â�œIâ�™m upset about Patrick, Jepha or Emmy but we have to get out of here! Theyâ�™re dead and if stay a little longer weâ�™ll be dead too. I donâ�™t feel like dying now, Mikey!â�

â�œStop it!â� Amy pushed them away from each other and glared at them both. â�œTalk about brotherly love!â� they had never seen her this angry before. She went up the stairs and left them in silence.

â�œItâ�™s all your fault sheâ�™s like that.â� Mikey shoved him.

Leathermouth interview

RoXXXy: Name? Instrument?
Leathermouth: Name: Leathermouth Instrument: All of them

RoXXXy: What is going on in the world of LEATHERMOUTH right now?
Leathermouth: sitting in the studio recording our record

RoXXXy: Who is in the band and what are their roles (other than making noise, heh!)?
Leathermouth: Vin-guitar, Rob-guitar, french horn, Frank-vocals, Steve-drums, Andrew-bass

RoXXXy: What is it like working with Skeleton Crew? Do you find it easier to deal with a smaller, more intimate label like that?
Leathermouth: yeah they pay a hell of a lot more.

RoXXXy: Who are your biggest musical influences?
Leathermouth: each other hehe

RoXXXy: What exactly is a LEATHERMOUTH?
Leathermouth: a mouth that is leathery

RoXXXy: What is it that you love about music?
Leathermouth: the instruments look great on us

RoXXXy: What is your opinion of music downloading?
Leathermouth: ask lars

RoXXXy: If you could work with any one artist or band (i.e. record with, tour with, write with) who would it be?
Leathermouth: Ceasar the dog. sick growl.

RoXXXy: How much of a role does each member play in the writing of songs? Is it a collaborative effort handled equally by each member or are there one or two key songwriters?
Leathermouth: we buy them off the internet. songmaker.com

RoXXXy: If you could knock the shit out of anyone right now, who would it be?
Leathermouth: you

RoXXXy: Any last words, thoughts, comments or things you wished we had asked?
Leathermouth: LeatherMouth lives!

6 riddles of revenge chapter 2

â�œWhatâ�™s happening?â� Christina was banging on the windows as hard as she could and they wouldnâ�™t even get a crack. â�œWe have to get out.â�

â�œDid we try everything?â� Emmy was biting on her nails from the stress.

â�œAll doors leading outside, the windows, everything.â� Mikey used his fingers to list what they have checked. â�œOur cell phones arenâ�™t working either.â�

â�œHey, look what I found!â� Pete was in the hole looking at a door that was in front of him. â�œWhere do you think it goes?â�

â�œLets find out.â� Jepha came down and opened the door. â�œIt leads to a tunnel of some sort.â� It was dark and wet and they had to walk in a column. After a couple of minutes they reached a huge place that looked like a cave and had a small lake in it. Jepha had to stop in his tracks to prevent falling in and everyone behind him bumped into the person in front of him, Gerardâ�™s arm hurt like hell when it collided with Amyâ�™s back but he wouldnâ�™t let it show. â�œWow.â� The water was crystal clear but you couldnâ�™t see much because of the lack of light. â�œIs that fish over there?â� he pointed at something that was shining silver, small and swam in the water.

â�œThis keeps getting weirder and weirder.â� Gerard spoke and dipped his hand in the water. He shivered from the cold and took off his black leather jacked and shirt to wash off the blood from the wounds. He splashed some water at his face and cleaned up his wound a little not using his left broken hand. â�œDo you think thereâ�™s a way out of here?â� he asked full of hope as he squeezed out the water from his clothes. Heâ�™s worried gaze got lost somewhere in the distance that wasnâ�™t visible due to the darkness.

â�œThere has to be.â� everyone except Gerard turned their heads to Amy giving her a look that said â�˜what are you doing?â�™. â�œThereâ�™s always a way out.â� she hugged her boyfriend and kissed the tip of his nose giving him the much needed comfort. He seemed distant and lost.

â�œDo you know whatâ�™s weird here?â� Christina stared at the water, â�œItâ�™s dark but not too dark. We can see in here and thereâ�™s no place for light to come from. How is that possible? And there are ripples too.â�

â�œThis is creeping me out.â� Pete headed back the tunnel quickening his pace with every step he took until he was almost running. His friends didnâ�™t follow him though. They were too much deep in thought about the current situation.

â�œWe wonâ�™t survive if we donâ�™t get out.â� Emmy broke the awkward silence. â�œWe can go without food for 41 days, fortunately we have water but we still canâ�™t stay trapped here for over a month. We donâ�™t even know what going on.â�

â�œMaybe it has something to do with the letter?â� Mikey suggested rubbing his eyes to chase away the tiredness that took him over. â�œThink about it. It all began then. Patrick and Hayley left and short after Gerard broke his hand and the doors disappeared.â� it all made perfect sense.

â�œYou have a point.â� Amy said. â�œIf I remember correctly the letter had our names in it but mine and Heyleyâ�™s were missing. It had something about being innocent enough. And then the writing on the ceiling. The first sentence was â�œThe innocent goâ�. What if Patrick and Heyley were the innocent and weâ�™re the guilty? But then why was my name missing?â�

â�œI got confused.â� Jepha was concentrating but it was all too much to take in so fast. Then he heard the well-known sound his phone made when he got a message. â�œI thought those didnâ�™t work here?â� he took it out and the minute he saw what was sent to him all color drained from his face. â�œI-i-it canâ�™t b-b-be!â� he stuttered.

â�œOh my God!â� Amy put a hand over her mouth. On the screen of his phone was an image that sheâ�™d rather not seen. Patrickâ�™s dead body lying somewhere in the woods covered in blood and dirt. His eyes were empty and Heyley was crying over his corpse. She was a mess too but still alive and unharmed. Her clothes were covered in mud like she had tripped and fell while being chased. Amy was now crying and sobbing into Gerardâ�™s chest.

The others saw the picture and it made them sick. Mikey threw up from disgust. Their friend was dead. Murdered. Patrick was always loved for his kindness. He was the kind of person everyone would love but not anymore. All that was left from him was his body covered in gashes, cuts and bruises. They were going to remember him this way, not because they wanted to but because it was a scene you couldnâ�™t forget easily. His face, though lifeless, still reflected the horror and torture he had been through. Jephaâ�™s phone received another message saying â�˜you canâ�™t run away. three cheers for sweet revengeâ�™.

â�œHeâ�™s d-d-dead!â� Amy sobbed out while Gerard wiped away her tears and consoled her by caressing her soft hair.

â�œHow did they take the picture? Itâ�™s so close to them and theyâ�™re not even noticing it. And what the hell killed Patrick. Why did it leave Heyley alone?â� Mikey got more and more frustrated with each question left without an answer until his rage was let out in the form of kicks and punches thrown at the caveâ�™s walls. His knuckles bled and his toes hurt. Finally Jepha and Emmy reacted and held him aback before he could cause himself more needless pain. He fell on his knees weeping.

â�œMikey! Calm down! Itâ�™s gonna be ok! Weâ�™re gonna get the fuck out of here! We wonâ�™t die!â� Gerard shook his brother and looked him straight in the eye. It hurt him to see such a close to him person breaking down into a mess in a matter of a few minutes. His eyes were already bloodshot from the tears. â�œI promise.â� he whispered reassuringly.

â�œHow do you know?â� Mikey didnâ�™t wait for an answer and pushed him out of his way and ran away back in the house.

â�œFuck!â� Gerard cursed under his breath and ran his hand through his jet-black hair. â�œLets go back.â� he stood up and stared at his reflection in the water before he turned around and went into the tunnel. His friends followed him quietly. Just before ten minutes he was the hopeless one and now he was the strong one keeping the sane or at least trying to. The silence between them as they walked was crushing them. They desperately needed someone to say something, anything. â�œHow much food do we have?

â�œJust enough for us to survive for three days.â� Amy spoke slowly, â�œThatâ�™s how long we were planning on camping.â� then she remembered how they got themselves into this mess.

â�œSo we can survive for about month and a half then. We have that much time to save ourselves. We can do it. Itâ�™s more than enough.â� he breathed in and saw the light at the end of the tunnel signaling them they were near to exit. Soon they were climbing out of the hole in the living-room. Mikey was sitting on the sofa staring at the wall with a blank expression and Pete was next to him with his face buried in his hands.

â�œI want to see the picture.â� he mumbled. He was talking about Patrick. He knew.

â�œPete, I think it would be better if you donâ�™t look at it.â� Christina sat next to him.

â�œI have to. I must. He was my best friend Chrissy!â� he screamed the last sentence at the top of his lungs. Jepha bit him lip and passed him his phone. Pete gazed at the horrible scene and his eyes watered. He rubbed his face and looked away. â�œWho did this?â�

â�œWe donâ�™t know.â� Amy lowered her head. She wish she did know.

â�œItâ�™s getting late, we should try and get some sleep.â� Emmy suggested and her friends nodded in agreement. They took of to their rooms to get ready to go to bed. No-one spoke that much. They didnâ�™t know what to say or do.

Emmy lied in her bed in Jephaâ�™s arms. She was awake and couldnâ�™t sleep at all. Too many things had happened for a reason unknown. She thought about it. Tried to figure it out. It was no use. There was no logic in the events. She got annoyed and slowly removed Jephaâ�™s arm from around her waist and got out of bed. Her bear feet touched the floor and the cold ran through her body making her shiver. She tiptoed, careful not to wake up her beloved. She closed the door and went down the stairs. She was a bit scared from the dark and kept turning her head to check if someone or something was following her.

She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She leaned on the counter and took a sip. She stared out the window. It was a beautiful night. You could see all the stars sparkling in the dark night sky. The fact she couldnâ�™t even go out for walk made her desire it more. She wanted to be free from this nightmare. It was choking her.

She heard someoneâ�™s steps coming closer to the kitchen and froze. The hairs on her neck stood up from fear. She didnâ�™t have the guts to turn and see who it was. What if it was Patrickâ�™s killer? She didnâ�™t want to die. Not in that way, not here, not now.

â�œEmmy?â� a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she recognized Amyâ�™s sweet voice. She turned to face her and smiled.

â�œYou scared the shit out of me!â�

â�œSorry, I didnâ�™t mean to.â� she took a sit on the table. â�œCanâ�™t sleep?â�

â�œYeah.â� she sat next to her and yawned. â�œI want to. But I canâ�™t.â� all her previous thoughts about Patrickâ�™s death, the letter, the writing on the ceiling and the tunnel came back and she was ready to cry. â�œPatrickâ�™s dead.â� she said it as if she had just realized it and it hurt so much.

â�œHeâ�™s at a better place now, I hope.â� Amy hugged her as she her tears began to stain her tired face.

â�œGuys?â� Christinaâ�™s whispers made them look at her standing at the door of the kitchen. â�œAre you two ok?â� she asked worried and went over to them. â�œI couldnâ�™t sleep and heard you walking down the hallway.â�

â�œYeah,â� Emmy wiped away her tears and stopped sobbing, â�œweâ�™ll be fine.â� she graced her with a fake smile.

â�œToday was scary.â� Christina said out of the blue.

â�œYou almost got crushed by that pedant.â� Amy remembered. â�œSpeaking of that, you seemed disappointed then. Why?â� she was getting curious now.

â�œWell,â� she answered her with a spark in her eyes, â�œI think I wanted Mikey to save me.â�

â�œI knew it!â� her two friends said in unison. â�œYou like him, donâ�™t you?â�

â�œI think heâ�™s cute.â� she rolled her eyes just to escape their gaze. â�œBut I donâ�™t think he feels the same way about me.â�

â�œAre you kidding me?â� Emmy laughed. â�œHeâ�™s had a crush on you ever since he saw you. Havenâ�™t you noticed? He stares at you when he thinks no-oneâ�™s looking, he blushes when you touch him, heâ�™s always asking Gerard to ask Amy if you liked him.â�

â�œYeah but I keep telling him I wonâ�™t. Mikeyâ�™s a bit shy with girls.â� Amy added.

They talked like that for about an hour before they felt they were too tired to go on and went to bed. They fell asleep a lot faster that before. Amy kissed Gerard while he was still sleeping before she went to bed and he mumbled something. She giggled quietly and doze off soon after.

Unlike them Pete was having trouble sleeping. His best friend was dead and he was in this house that probably wanted to destroy them all. How could he sleep? How could anyone else? He felt like he was the only one that really missed Patrick and really care. They wouldnâ�™t be like that if they cared. He was alone in his room. No-one there to give him comfort. He could go to Christina. No, she was in the same room with Mikey. He liked her but she had her attention on Mikey all the time. They were perfect for each other, why should he stand between them? Heâ�™s train of thought took him to the a place he hated. He started thinking it was all losing its point.

6 riddles of revenge chapter 1 (horror story)

Chapter 1 â�“

ok i have NOT left my other story. i just wanted to post this one. it's a gift for Amy (poeticjustice) so enjoy! comment and buzz please!

xoxoxo

The van was packed with laughing teenagers and popcorn being thrown everywhere. Amy attacked everyone with popcorn and especially Mikey. Emmy was eating what was thrown at her and she fed some to her boyfriend, Jepha, who gladly accepted eating from her hand. Patrick was dozing off to sleep. He could fall asleep anywhere, anytime. Heyley was getting crushed by him for he was on her and she couldnâ�™t really move. Gerard, Amyâ�™s boyfriend, was driving and he had his eyes on the road. He took driving very seriously ever since that accident. He thought about it every day and he still felt guilty about it.

*flashback*

He was drunk and he didnâ�™t see that other car. It was dark and pouring but that was no excuse. By the time he hit the breaks it was too late. The other car took a turn to avoid the collision. It crashed into a tree. He didnâ�™t get hurt but that woman wasnâ�™t that lucky. When he saw her bloody body it was in an unnatural position and she wasnâ�™t breathing. She had hit her head badly on the steering wheel. He panicked and ran to his car. He drove over the speed limit all the way to his apartment. The woman died and he knew it was all his fault. He hadnâ�™t been drinking ever since.

*end of flashback*

â�œStop throwing popcorn at me!â� Mikey yelled so that everyone would hear him but they ignored his pleads. He had put his hands over his face and had his back turned at them to use it as a shield. â�œIâ�™m not cleaning the van!â�

â�œI think I got some in my hat.â� Patrick took his hat off to clean it and everyone gasped. â�œWhat?â�

â�œOh my fuckin God Patrick! You took it off!â� Heyley pointed at his shiny hair and smiled. â�œWe were beginning to think you had a bold spot or something! Between, what shampoo are you using?â� she petted his head and he laughed.

â�œItâ�™s a secret!â�

â�œWhat secret? You just never shower at all.â� Pete got a punch in the arm for that., â�œOkay, you shower ONCE in a while.â� he said â�˜onceâ�™ very slowly to add to it..

â�œIâ�™ll save you Mikey!â� Christina jumped on him and hugging him. He was unprepared for the weight of her body and he fell over. She was lying on top of him laughing hard and he was blushing like a mad man.

â�œThose two should be together.â� Emmy whispered in Jephaâ�™s ear and he nodded in agreement. â�œHe obviously likes her.â�

â�œHey guys, check the map and tell me which way to go!â� Gerard stopped at the fork in the road waiting for them to check. They were going camping which was Peteâ�™s idea. â�œCome on! Work faster! Left or right?â�

â�œWeâ�™re looking! I canâ�™t find this on the map! Arenâ�™t there any signs?â� Emmy turned the map around to give it to him so he could look on his own.

â�œMaybe we can ask for directions?â� Jepha wasnâ�™t really the type of guys that hate asking for help and it seemed their only option.

â�œWho? We havenâ�™t even seen a car for one hour.â� Amy got off the car and looked at the surroundings. â�œThe right way leads to a forest and I think I see a big house on the side of the left one.â�

â�œI bet there are people there. We can ask them.â� Gerardâ�™s face lit up with hope and he started the van. His girlfriend got in and they left.

â�œLets go back! Please!â� Heyley didnâ�™t have good feeling about the house at all, it was scary in her opinion.

â�œWe donâ�™t have much of a choice.â� Patrick didnâ�™t feel like going either but everyone else wanted to go there.

Soon they were in front of the house. It looked old and the white paint was coming off the walls. The windows were dirty and the grass in the yard hadnâ�™t been mowed in ages. The fence was falling apart. It didnâ�™t seem so vacant before. Pete knocked on the door even thought he didnâ�™t think there was anyone inside. Nothing happened and he shrugged his shoulders at the others who were still in the van. Just as he did the door opened by itself behind him. He turned around scared and walked a few steps back tripping over on something.

â�œGo inside!â� Mikey yelled with his hands in front of his mouth forming a tube.

â�œNo way! This house is giving me the creeps. You go!â� his friend thought for a while but Gerard whispered â�œchickenâ� and that made him go. â�œWhatâ�™s the matter Mikey? You donâ�™t look so good.â� he gave him a dirty look and that clearly showed his thoughts.

â�œMaybe all of us should go in.â� Christina got of the van and walked over to the door. â�œWhat are you waiting for?â� the others fallowed her unsure if they wanted to. The furniture was old and there was a strange smell in the air. Spider webs and dust were covering almost everything. â�œThis place sucks.â� she saw a rat chewing on a bookâ�™s cover.

â�œI think whoever lived here was a hero from the war. Look at all these photographs! He had a family. I wonder what happened to them.â� Gerard blew away the dust layering one of the photos on a coffee table. He felt a chill ran down his spine as he touched it and he let go of it immediately dropping it on the floor. â�œOkay, maybe itâ�™s time to go now.â�

â�œYeah, something here ainâ�™t right.â� Pete got that feeling of being watched and was first to leave the place. He walked to the van and got inside but the feeling wouldnâ�™t go away.

His friends followed him. â�œUh oh. Somethingâ�™s wrong with the van. It wonâ�™t start.â� Gerard had had just enough and this was getting worse and worse by the minute.

â�œGreat!â� sarcasm was just Jephaâ�™s way to deal with anger.

â�œWell, we can always set the camp here!â� Christinaâ�™s try to cheer them up didnâ�™t exactly work. â�œMikey help me a little one this!â�

â�œOh umâ�¦â� he was caught off guard and cleared his throat to win time, â�œSheâ�™s right?â� he said it more like a question than a statement and just then it started raining.

â�œWhat is it today? Friday the thirteenth?â� Gerardâ�™s hair quickly get wet stuck to his head.

â�œHey we can use the house! It doesnâ�™t look like someone else needs it.â� Christina was waiting for her idea to be rejected but much to her surprise they agreed.

â�œI hate not having a choice.â� Pete mumbled and took his bags inside. â�œDo you think there are bedrooms here? Itâ�™s pretty big.â� he left his things on the floor and went upstairs to see if there was any room comfortable enough to sleep in. â�œThereâ�™s nothing on the second floor.â� he yelled so that everyone could hear. â�œIâ�™m going Iâ�™ll check the third floor.â�

â�œDoes this place have a fireplace?â� Heyley had her arms around her body to keep her warm, â�œIâ�™m wet and itâ�™s the middle of September. I donâ�™t feel like getting sick right now.â� she opened the door to another room. â�œStrange, this place is cleaner than the other roomsâ� Patrick followed her inside to see what was she talking about. â�œThereâ�™s no dust, no webs, â�œshe opened the drawers, â�œand thereâ�™s even food here. But I donâ�™t think itâ�™s eatable.â�

â�œWhat the hell is this place?â� he saw a letter under the table and bent over to pick it up. â�œThis is addressed to us! All of our names are on it. Only Amy and yours are missing.â� he was getting really scared and almost wanted to run.

â�œOpen it!â� he handed it to her and she did it and read out loud â�œOnly the innocent with survive. Are you innocent enough?â� she dropped it and left the room fast. â�œSomeone knows weâ�™re here! Patrick, we have to leave!â� on her way out she bumped into Amy and they both fell on the floor.

â�œWho gave you license to walk?â� she rubbed his head in pain from the collision with the table behind him.

â�œWe have to go, NOW!â� Heyely got up quickly and started shaking with fear. â�œThis place is a madhouse!â� she handed her the letter. â�œRead it.â�

â�œWhere did you find this?â� the color from her face drained as she read it.

â�œIt was on the floor in the kitchen. How did they know?â� Patrick joined the conversation and helped her up. â�œTell the others.â�

â�œItâ�™s impossible someone wrote this for us! We didnâ�™t even plan to be here.â�

Later on they told everyone about the letter but they just thought it was weird and not that scary. Heyley and Patrick wee the only ones that took it seriously and they had their bags ready to go.

â�œMaybe one of us is making a joke. Itâ�™s not funny though.â� Gerard looked at Amy suspiciously. â�œAnd we all know who couldâ�™ve done it.â�

â�œDonâ�™t look at me like that. I have nothing to do with it this time.â� Amy held up her palms in front of her defensively.

â�œYou said that when suddenly the water in the shower went ice cold last week.â� Pete wasnâ�™t going to forget that easily.

â�œWell, that might have been partly my fault,â� she giggled quietly to herself, â�œBut Iâ�™m innocent now.â� he looked at her angrily and shook his head.

â�œDo whatever you want. Iâ�™m leaving.â� Heyley rolled her eyes and left with Patrick behind her. It was no longer raining but they had a lot walking to do. â�œPatrick? Thanks for supporting me.â�

â�œAnytime.â� He held her close to keep them both warm.â�

â�œDo you think we should leave too?â� Emmy was looking out the window at the direction in which her friends had left.

â�œNo, we canâ�™t always do whatever they ask us to.â� Jepha went up the stairs dragging along his suitcase. â�œCome with me, Pete says thereâ�™s a bedroom on the fifth floor.â�

â�œThe fifth? Why would anyone put a bedroom all the way there?â� she followed him to their temporary bedroom. â�œItâ�™s nice.â� the room was all in white and most importantly it had a bed.

â�œWoah check out the paintings!â� Christina was on the fifth floor with everyone else except for Emmy and Jepha. She was gazing at the pieces of art on the wall. â�œIâ�™m beginning to like it here.â� she stood right in the middle of the room.

Mikey didnâ�™t like the way the pedant on the ceiling above her was shaking slightly. She started jumping with joy when they told her she could stay in that room and it made the pedant shake more. He knew it was going to fall but he froze in his place and his feet wouldnâ�™t listen to his mind. And it happened. But just before that Pete pushed Christina out of its way saving her.

â�œAre you okay?â� he asked.

â�œYeah, thanks.â� she was confused and a little bit disappointed. She hugged Pete thought at which he smiled. â�œWell, I guess I wonâ�™t be staying here.â� she gazed at the hole in the ceiling. It was big enough for a human to go through it.

â�œYeah.â� Emmy picked up some of the pieces and watched them sparkle in the light. â�œThis place is falling apart.â�

â�œWhat was that?â� Mikey blurted out as a sound of something falling down. â�œWhere did Gerard go?â� his brother wasnâ�™t anywhere around him and this is when he got scared. They all came down the stairs almost running. In the middle of the living-roomâ�™s floor on the first floor there was a big hole. â�œWhat happened?â� he looked in the hole and saw Gerard lying at the bottom of it unconscious and covered in blood. â�œGerard!â� Mikey jumped next to him and checked his pulse. â�œHeâ�™s alive.â� Amy was now kneeling next to him on the verge of tears.

â�œHe doesnâ�™t look too good.â� she said stoking his cheek careful not to hurt him. He slowly opened his eyes and winced in pain. â�œGerard!â�

â�œEverything hurts.â� he mumbled sitting up and holding onto his head. â�œAh!â� he screamed as he tried to move his hand. â�œI think I broke it.â�

â�œHow did you fall?â� Jepha said looking upon him.

â�œThere was something written on the ceiling and I stood on top of the table to read it but it broke and I fell.â� Everyone looked up and saw what he was talking about.

â�œThe innocent go?â� Emmy read the first line.

â�œRevenge is a dish best served cold. Donâ�™t leave before the dessert.â� Amy continued.

â�œThereâ�™s a traitor here.â� they were taking turns and Gerard came next.

â�œThe five turns around?â� Jepha was getting scared but he didnâ�™t want to admit it.

â�œMake your choice before we do.â� Christina didnâ�™t know who â�˜weâ�™ was but held her tongue.

â�œNo way out for the sinners.â� Mikey was rather whispering the last sentence.

â�œThat makes no sense at all.â� Amy turned her attention back on her boyfriend. â�œCan you walk?â� he nodded and stood up but his hand was in a weird position. â�œIâ�™ll go take some medicine from the van.â� she said.

â�œHow?â� Mikey was facing the wall where the front door used to be. â�œThereâ�™s no door.â� he was in a denial.

â�œWhat?â� Jepha kicked the place where the door used to be only to see the hard way that there was nothing more than a wall there.

â�œThe windows wonâ�™t open or break!â� Pete had tried those options. â�œWe canâ�™t get out.â� Heâ�™s eyes were wide with fear and his body was shaking.

Ghost Of Youchapter 14

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â�œDonâ�™t look down, donâ�™t look down, donâ�™t look down!â� Frank said under his breath scared to death with his eyes shut. His arms hurt from hanging on for so long. He had tried climbing up several times with no success. â�œOh God!â� he said while looking down after all, â�œIâ�™ve got something on my shoe!â�. He got bored from that pretty soon and something else which grabbed his attention, a necklace around the statueâ�™s neck. â�œHey, is anybody still there? I found something!â� he yelled.
â�œYeah, Iâ�™m here,â� he recognized Faithâ�™s voice, â�œwhat did you find?â�.
â�œItâ�™s a necklace, on the statue. I think itâ�™s made from silver and it has a little golden rose in the middle!â� he explained.
â�œAny ideas what it could be for?â�
â�œI donâ�™t know but itâ�™s pretty. Is Brendon or Mikey coming?â�
â�œYeah, Mikey just came. Weâ�™ll be there to get you in a second.â�
â�œTell Gerard that when I get to him Iâ�™ll kick his ass!â�
â�œI heard that!â� Gerard yelled back.
After Faith and Pallavi flew to him and returned him safely on the balcony he started chasing Gerard. His victim run in circles around their friends and due to his longer legs he was faster. Eventually Frank threw the necklace at his head. Gerard fell down flat on his face and after a few seconds he said â�œthat hurtsâ�. He got up and took the jewel in his hand. It had a drop of blood on the stone.
â�œYou made me bleed, asshole!â� he gazed at the necklace as the drop disappeared. â�œGreat. Now my blood went missing.â�
â�œLet me see that!â� Brendon outstretched his hand towards him and took it. â�œThis thing is magic.â�
â�œHow do you know that?â� Mikey was amazed by his skills in magic for the tenth time this evening.
â�œIt says so here.â� He pointed at a small sign on the necklace that read â�œmagicâ�. â�œI donâ�™t know what it does but I think itâ�™s harmless.â�
â�œThen can I wear it just for tonight?â� Pallavi asked full of hope. â�œItâ�™s beautiful.â� Brendon nodded and gave it to her. She put it on happily and went inside. One her way she turned her head and said â�œI gotta get back to Jack, Bert and all the other pigs in clothes.â�. Sooner than she wanted to, she was in her seat on the separated table. It didnâ�™t seem like anyone there cared if she was there or not.
â�œHey, arenâ�™t you having fun?â� Jack finally noticed Pallavi wasnâ�™t the happiest person there.
â�œYeah. Itâ�™s my dream come true.â� there was absolutely no emotion in the sentence but he didnâ�™t say anything.
â�œItâ�™s time!â� Bert announced rising from his seat when the clock hit eleven. â�œEveryone, follow me!â� he started walking and his guests quickly went after him. â�œLet Halloween begin!â� his voice echoed throughout the huge room as he opened a big door hidden behind a heavy curtain. â�œNow, remember, you MUST come back before dawn or else youâ�™ll be stuck up there where no-one can see you and you canâ�™t touch anything. Buh bye!â� the people had already left and that included Pallavi, Faith, Gerard, Mikey, Frank, Bob, Ray and Brendon. Only Bert and some of his servants stood in the tower. â�œI hate cleaning up after the party.â� he sighted and picked up a bottle, â�œThey think I have slaves for this but if their brain wasnâ�™t dead theyâ�™d figure out the fact the stupid slaves are also out on Halloween!â� he put all of the garbage he had collected in a plastic bag and left it by the others. â�œIgor!â� he saw his personal hunchback(all evil people had a hunchback servant named Igor, he wasnâ�™t too happy about him but it was fashion, sacrifices had to be made) servant eating the leftovers which disgusted him, â�œPut that down! What do you think we feed the flying monkeys with? Oh donâ�™t you dare make that face! You know it wonâ�™t work with your physical appearance. And bring out the vacuum cleaner. God, where the hell have they been walking? There is always mud and sand everywhere.â� he took the vacuum cleaner out of Igorâ�™s filthy hands and plugged it in. He started cleaning with Igor secretly laughing his ugly ass off in the background. â�œWhat are you laughing at? Havenâ�™t you seen a man cleaning before? Start washing the windows. Someone got them dirtied withâ�¦withâ�¦what the hell is that?â�
â�œI believe thatâ�™s-â� the hunchback began explaining but he was cut off.
â�œEwww! Donâ�™t tell me! I donâ�™t think I wanna know.â� Bert had a lot to do. Ball rooms donâ�™t clean themselves you know. â�œSo, is there any new gossip?â� he did that gay thing where you put your hand on your waist and flick your hair.
â�œYes!â� the â�˜sâ�™ was turned into a hissing noise, â�œThat girl, the pretty one with Jack? Sheâ�™s an angel!â�
â�œNo way! Where did you hear that?â� he really got into it.
â�œOh puh-lease! You could see the scars from where her wings were. Magic surgery ainâ�™t that good to hide those. And I heard someone saying that Gerard wayâ�™s girlfriend was one too!â�
â�œGerard Way? GERARD WAY?!â� he yelled and broke a wine glass near him.
â�œMaster! Donâ�™t yell, you know how strong your voice is and weâ�™re running short on wine glasses.â� Igor picked up the pieces from the floor and threw them away.
â�œI suppose.â� he sighed. â�œBut you donâ�™t know how much I hate that guy!â� his gaze wondered out of the window as he dived in memories. We used to be alive together. It all began when we were in kindergarten. Of course I wasnâ�™t a boss of the Under world back then. Nothing could stop him. He was such an asshole. He poured my milk all over me! And his friend, Frank, he wasnâ�™t any better. That idiot ran around all day with tattoos drawn with paint on his body. He even poked me in the eye one time! Do you know how much it hurt I wore glasses for 2 months. But of all the things theyâ�™ve done to me I think the worse was when they united. They told everyone I never shower and wear diapers. Just because I donâ�™t look clean it doesnâ�™t mean Iâ�™m dirty! I canâ�™t believe they are black angels now.â�
â�œAre you going to kill him, master?â�
â�œNo. Iâ�™ll kill their friends.â�
â�œArenâ�™t they dead?â�
â�˜As you said earlier his girlfriend and Pallavi are very much alive.â� he laughed evilly throwing his head back, â�œLaugh with me. I sound bad when Iâ�™m the only one laughing.â� Igor joined him gladly, he had practiced his evil laughs.
â�œHow are you going to do that, master?â�
â�œIâ�™ll call the Doomed crew. No wait, youâ�™ll call them.â� Igor took out a cell phone and dialed, what he thought, was Doomed crewâ�™s number.
â�œGerard Way speaking, who is this?â� Gerardâ�™s voice came from the speaker and Bert made a face as his servant quickly hang up on him and re-dailed the number.
â�œDoomed crew, what can I do for you?â� a woman was talking into the phone.
â�œHello, Iâ�™m Igor the 34th , could you kill a person for me?â�
â�œOkay, weâ�™ll need a name and location if thatâ�™s possible.â�
â�œFaith and Pallavi and theyâ�™re in the Land of the living but theyâ�™ll be coming back to the Under world around 4am or so.â�
â�œLast names?â�
â�œUh, I donâ�™t know but theyâ�™re with Gerard Way and Frank Iero, whom I believe work with you kinda.â�
â�œYeah I know them. Okay, I have it all in my computer. Are you sure you want to kill them, because we could trap them in the Land of the living or something.â� She was being very polite.
â�œYeahâ�¦thatâ�™d be nice.â� Bert was signaling him to say it.
â�œThank you for using Doomed crewâ�™s services! Have a nice Halloween!â�
â�œYeah, bye.â�

â�œTrick or treat!â� a kid dressed like Harry Potter screamed at an old lady as she opened the door.
â�œOh what a lovely boy!â� she started hugging him and he wasnâ�™t too happy about it.
â�œTrick. Or. Treat.â� he repeated slowly with frustration.
â�œWhy are you all alone? Where are your friends?â� the lady wouldnâ�™t stop with the annoying talking and the toddler had had enough.
â�œAVADA KEDAVRA!â� he pointed his plastic wand at her face.
â�œOh dear. I donâ�™t think I have that kind of candy.â� The boy gave up and sighed. He knew it was a lost cause and walked away with his head low dragging his bag.
â�œDonâ�™t you just love Halloween?â� Frank was full of joy because of his favorite celebration.
â�œHappy birthday man!â� Bob hit him lightly on the shoulder.
â�œYeah, happy birthday!â� Faith hugged him.
â�œGroup hug!â� Gerard threw his arms in the air and the rest of them did the same.
â�œAww guys! You make me feel all fuzzy inside!â� Frank being squished between them and he loved it.
â�œUncle Fankie!â� someone screamed and they all turned to see Evelin.
â�œHi there!â� he hugged her. â�œSo howâ�™s your holiday here?â�
â�œLook what I did!â� she showed him a beating human heart in her that was still covered in blood in her hand. â�œItâ�™s fresh.â�
â�œI see. Whyâ�™d you do it?â�
â�œI dunno.â� she ran away singing a song she had made up.

I think I did something very bad
I made him bleed and took his heart
I donâ�™t think they will notice
But a shrink would know this
Maybe theyâ�™ll find the bullet
And Iâ�™ll say I didnâ�™t do it
Oh the clock goes â�˜tick-tockâ�™
Oh the clock goes â�˜tick-tockâ�™
Well the dark doesnâ�™t scare me
And in fact I feel better
I just hate the doctors
Theyâ�™re lying, theyâ�™re imposters
And the police men are the same
They donâ�™t know who to blame

â�œShe has a song for it?â� Faith asked completely shocked.
â�œYeah, itâ�™s not really the first time.â� Pete explained scratching the back of his head. â�œYou see, sheâ�™s an angel of death and she died really young. She canâ�™t make the difference between right and wrong and I have to look after her. Unfortunately, I canâ�™t always stop her and she has this urge to kill.â� then a car crashed in a tree behind them, â�œOh did I mention she causes disasters?â� the car burst into flames and there was a lot of bystanders screaming and panicking.

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