Jacob Black dies...and he goes to the Black Parade!

The 5 members of MCR/TBP just collapsed in front of me, band equipment flying everywhere at the impact of their bodies. I rushed forward to help them, but I received no response at all. It was almost as if they weren’t alive. I waved a hand in front of the lead singer’s open and vacant green eyes; there was no sign that he was even alive.

Had I killed them?

‘Yeah’ my sarcastic personality mocked me. ‘You totally decked them, which is why Gerard could stop you with just one finger. They all could, he was just the closest.’

“Shut up.’ I muttered to myself, as I winded my way through the dust and the abandoned pieces of rock to arrive at my living accommodations. Or actually, as I thought about it, the accommodations for the dead.

I recapped on the appearances of the leaders:

Medium height man with pale skin and white hair- Gerard the vocalist

Dude with the moussed up hair and bass guitar- Mikey, the brother of Gerard, and bassist

Short man with black hair and a nice smile and equipped with a white guitar, Pansy I think it’s called-Frank, guitarist

Tall man with a scary afro with a guitar-Ray, guitarist and backup vocals

Blonde man with the lip ring and blue eyes- Bob, drummer

I winced as I stepped on a particularly sharp piece of stone. Ray hadn’t given me any shoes, and the calluses on my feet weren’t that thick.

I had a feeling that this place was not gonna be worthy of 5-stars