Gerard The Ripper
Stranded.
You Screamed and ran isnide.
"GUYS WE'RE DOOMED!" You shouted.
"the phones don't work!" Ray said, scared.
"The gas tank is slashed... and Gerard wrote something really creepy on it!" You said, trembling.
"What did he write Mikey?" Frank asked.
"G-Gerard... The Ripper.... In Blood...." You said, terrified.
"Oh my god..." Frank said.
"Shit... We're in deep shit..." Ray said and sat down.
Bob walked in.
"Gerard's still out like a light. His legs don't look so good though guys..." Bob said.
"What do we do?" Ray asked.
"Well, I know what it's like to be burned. And I remember what they did to treat me... Mabye we can immitate some of that stuff and nurse him back to health?"
"See, " Frank said, "That would work, EXCEPT HE'S INSANE!" Frank shook his head.
"I'm going to try." Bob said, determined.
"It's worth a shot..." Ray Agreed.
"We DO have some first Aid Supplies..." You added.
There was scilence.
"What about food?" you asked.
"We have alot of it... but we still need to ration it... who knows how long we'll be stuck here for?" ray responded.
"Damnit!" Frank said. "Now I can't have my daily dosage of coco puffs!"
The band was not amused.
"Where are we anyway?" You asked.
"In the middle of nowhere somewhre in Canada..." Ray said glumly, looking out the window.
"GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
You Gasped.
"My God! He's awake!" Bob exclaimed.
The four of you ran into the bunk room to gerard.
You saw him ,sitting up, staring down at his bloody, mutated legs. You could see some parts with missing flesh.
"shhhhh." Bob said.
THWACK.
Bob winced in pain as Gerard punched him straight in the face.
"Don't touch me, Fucker!" Gerard said, a hot tear rolling down his round cheeks.
"G-Gerard... Calm down..." You managed to say.
"thomas, you're a god little boy but let Daddy heal." He said.
Gerard touched one of his wounds and screamed in agony.
"MOTHER FUCK!" He shouted.
"Gerard, is there anything I can get you?" Ray asked kindly.
"Get me a fucking knife and some ice. then leave me the fuck alone." He said.
"B-But... a knife?"
"DO IT FUCKER!"
Ray scurried into the kitchen and got a knife and a bag of ice, and left it with Gerard. The boys left the room and sat on the couch. Bob was holding ice on his face.
"you okay man?" Frank asked.
"Yeap. Just keeping down the swelling." Bob said.
"Tis is fucking unreal..." Frank commented.
"I wonder what he'll do next?" Ray asked and sighed.
"Kill of the whole human race mabye?"
"GUYS WE'RE DOOMED!" You shouted.
"the phones don't work!" Ray said, scared.
"The gas tank is slashed... and Gerard wrote something really creepy on it!" You said, trembling.
"What did he write Mikey?" Frank asked.
"G-Gerard... The Ripper.... In Blood...." You said, terrified.
"Oh my god..." Frank said.
"Shit... We're in deep shit..." Ray said and sat down.
Bob walked in.
"Gerard's still out like a light. His legs don't look so good though guys..." Bob said.
"What do we do?" Ray asked.
"Well, I know what it's like to be burned. And I remember what they did to treat me... Mabye we can immitate some of that stuff and nurse him back to health?"
"See, " Frank said, "That would work, EXCEPT HE'S INSANE!" Frank shook his head.
"I'm going to try." Bob said, determined.
"It's worth a shot..." Ray Agreed.
"We DO have some first Aid Supplies..." You added.
There was scilence.
"What about food?" you asked.
"We have alot of it... but we still need to ration it... who knows how long we'll be stuck here for?" ray responded.
"Damnit!" Frank said. "Now I can't have my daily dosage of coco puffs!"
The band was not amused.
"Where are we anyway?" You asked.
"In the middle of nowhere somewhre in Canada..." Ray said glumly, looking out the window.
"GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
You Gasped.
"My God! He's awake!" Bob exclaimed.
The four of you ran into the bunk room to gerard.
You saw him ,sitting up, staring down at his bloody, mutated legs. You could see some parts with missing flesh.
"shhhhh." Bob said.
THWACK.
Bob winced in pain as Gerard punched him straight in the face.
"Don't touch me, Fucker!" Gerard said, a hot tear rolling down his round cheeks.
"G-Gerard... Calm down..." You managed to say.
"thomas, you're a god little boy but let Daddy heal." He said.
Gerard touched one of his wounds and screamed in agony.
"MOTHER FUCK!" He shouted.
"Gerard, is there anything I can get you?" Ray asked kindly.
"Get me a fucking knife and some ice. then leave me the fuck alone." He said.
"B-But... a knife?"
"DO IT FUCKER!"
Ray scurried into the kitchen and got a knife and a bag of ice, and left it with Gerard. The boys left the room and sat on the couch. Bob was holding ice on his face.
"you okay man?" Frank asked.
"Yeap. Just keeping down the swelling." Bob said.
"Tis is fucking unreal..." Frank commented.
"I wonder what he'll do next?" Ray asked and sighed.
"Kill of the whole human race mabye?"