The *** of Gerard Way
Screaming Silence
Bob yawned as he flipped through a magazine. Stories of celebrities flashed here and there.
The TV in the corner was still muted.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Bob jumped out of his seat in surprise. He twisted his head around to see Mikey standing at the door of his room, blood running down his arm.
"Mikey!" He exclaimed. "What are you-"
"Where's Frank?" Mikey hissed.
"Wha-"
"Where the fuck is Frank?" Mikey yelled.
Ray suddenly walked in, looking tired. He saw Mikey.
"Mikey, what the hell are you doing?" He rushed to Mikey and grabbed his arm. "You should be in bed!"
Mikey yanked his arm back and glared at Bob.
"Answer. My. Question."
"I-I think he went out... to buy some.... some food..." Bob stammered, confused. He had never seen him like this.
"Food my ass." Mikey muttered as he stomped out into the hall.
Bob ran after him.
What the hell?
"Mikey!" Ray yelled. "What the hell is going on?"
Mikey ignored him and ran to the elevator.
"Mikey, stop!" Bob ran after him and grabbed his arm.
Mikey turned to look at him.
Bob gasped.
His eyes.
Lunacy replaced the usual merriment in Mikey's eyes. Lunacy and something else that Bob couldn't name. Something worse than hatred.
Eyes wide, mouth slightly open, Bob slowly let go of Mikey's bleeding arm. Something was wrong here. Very wrong.
Mikey slammed his fist against the button.
Ray caught up with them, a confused look in his eyes.
"Mikey, what the hell are you doing?" Ray asked again.
Mikey's breathing was ragged and hoarse.
"Looking for Frank." He said through clenched teeth.
"Why?" Bob whispered.
The entire hospital screamed silence. It seemed as if everything had stopped just to watch this episode.
"So I can kill him," Mikey whispered. "Kill him like he killed my brother."
At that exact moment, the elevator doors opened. Mikey stepped through the doors and faced Bob and Ray's astonished faces.
"Don't follow me."
"No!" Bob yelled and flung himself towards Mikey.
But it was too late.
The doors had closed.
The TV in the corner was still muted.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Bob jumped out of his seat in surprise. He twisted his head around to see Mikey standing at the door of his room, blood running down his arm.
"Mikey!" He exclaimed. "What are you-"
"Where's Frank?" Mikey hissed.
"Wha-"
"Where the fuck is Frank?" Mikey yelled.
Ray suddenly walked in, looking tired. He saw Mikey.
"Mikey, what the hell are you doing?" He rushed to Mikey and grabbed his arm. "You should be in bed!"
Mikey yanked his arm back and glared at Bob.
"Answer. My. Question."
"I-I think he went out... to buy some.... some food..." Bob stammered, confused. He had never seen him like this.
"Food my ass." Mikey muttered as he stomped out into the hall.
Bob ran after him.
What the hell?
"Mikey!" Ray yelled. "What the hell is going on?"
Mikey ignored him and ran to the elevator.
"Mikey, stop!" Bob ran after him and grabbed his arm.
Mikey turned to look at him.
Bob gasped.
His eyes.
Lunacy replaced the usual merriment in Mikey's eyes. Lunacy and something else that Bob couldn't name. Something worse than hatred.
Eyes wide, mouth slightly open, Bob slowly let go of Mikey's bleeding arm. Something was wrong here. Very wrong.
Mikey slammed his fist against the button.
Ray caught up with them, a confused look in his eyes.
"Mikey, what the hell are you doing?" Ray asked again.
Mikey's breathing was ragged and hoarse.
"Looking for Frank." He said through clenched teeth.
"Why?" Bob whispered.
The entire hospital screamed silence. It seemed as if everything had stopped just to watch this episode.
"So I can kill him," Mikey whispered. "Kill him like he killed my brother."
At that exact moment, the elevator doors opened. Mikey stepped through the doors and faced Bob and Ray's astonished faces.
"Don't follow me."
"No!" Bob yelled and flung himself towards Mikey.
But it was too late.
The doors had closed.