Bitten
Title: Bitten
Author:![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
blackroses
Pairing: None
Rating: Adult
POV: 3rd mostly, Ray's POV for the first chapter.
Beta:immortal_lights
Summary: Bob goes on a killing spree.
Warnings: Violence and Death
Disclaimer: Just a figment of my twisted imagination. If you think this is real I can give you the name of a good psychiatrist.
Dedications:antontobias86, shadow_hive & fastbetty31
People say that time slows down when you know you're going to die. That's bullshit. It doesn't slow at all, you just feel it; every breath burns in your throat, every heart beat thumps in your chest. I know I'm going to die and all I have between me and the thing that's going to kill me is a plastic spatula. I'm dead, I know it.
He's standing there so fucking still it's impossible. The only movement from him is the blood dripping from his fingers where he’d just ripped Frank's throat out.
"Please. I don't want to die, Bob," I plead, using his name, hoping desperately that it'll trigger something in him. It looks at me and terror rushes through me, cold and hard, freezing the blood in my veins. I'm pissing myself I'm so scared.
"Everybody dies, Ray." The voice grates across my nerves and I know I'm in the presence of evil, pure unadulterated evil. That evil is going to kill me. I can't help but glance down at Frank's body and it's all he needs, moving so fast I can't see it. I only know he's moved by the hand that wraps around my throat, lifting me off the floor. I choke, gasping for air, hands moving to the one at my neck, trying to pry it off. It's useless, he's too strong as he throws me across the room. The pain becomes overwhelming as I slam into the wall and I feel something break in my back.
I can only scream as his teeth rip into my throat. The pain is immense as they cut through the tissue and muscle until he gets the vein. I can feel my blood running down my top before he clamps his lips around my neck and drinks it. I struggle against him, my strength fading with each beat of my heart, until I can't fight him any more and it all goes black.
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"RAY!" Frank shouted.
Ray looked up and pulled the headphones out of his ears. Frank was standing by the door to the lounge, a terrified look on his face.
"We have to get out of here!" Frank looked back and suddenly slammed the door shut.
"Oh fuck, he's coming." Frank scrambled across the room to grab the nearest chair.
"Help me barricade it." He shoved it hard up against the door.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ray asked, confused, wondering if this is another one of the games Frank liked to play.
"He killed them, he killed them both." Frank's voice faltered, tears running down his face.
Ray looked at him, seeing the sheer terror in Frank's eyes and knows that it's real. The door crashes open, ripped off it's hinges by the thing behind the door. Frank doesn't have time to scream before Bob crashes into the room and grabs him by the throat, crushing it in his hands. Ray can only watch in horror as Bob ripped Frank's throat out.
Frank looked at Ray, knowing that it was over. That he was dead, his hands trying to cover the hole in his neck in a vain attempt to stop his heart from pumping the blood out of the broken veins. Ray stood frozen in terror as Frank collapses to the floor, blood pooling around him, dead within a minute. Frank's blank eyes stare back at him.
Bob moves and Ray jumps, grabbing the nearest thing to try and defend himself.
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Frank looks over towards the bus at the sound of another scream and stubs out his cigarette.
"Guess I'd better get these films over there then," Frank says to Worm.
"Sounds like they've started without you," chuckles Worm.
"Good night. See ya in the morning."
Frank walks across the parking lot back to the bus, carrying the two movies with him. No doubt Mikey is scaring the shit out of his brother with some fucked up tale again, which means they’ll probably have to pry Gerard from his lap by the end of the evening. Frank smiles as he boards the bus, locking the door behind him. This is just what they all need after the long day they'd had today. He opens the door to the TV room, ready to tell Mikey off for scaring his brother like that.
"Did you boys start witho..."
The words die in Frank's mouth at the sight of Gerard and Mikey's bloody broken bodies lying on the floor. The vomit rises and he throws up over the dismembered arm by the door. It’s only when he looks up again that he sees Bob standing there, covered in blood with a grin on his face that he knew what had happened.
"You're next."
Frank runs.
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It takes a second for Mikey to register what he was holding, and when he does, he drops it with a yelp. That's when he sees his brother lying on the floor, blood pumping out of the socket where the arm had been.
"Help me!" Gerard begs weakly, the blood loss severe.
"Oh fuck, Gerard!" Mikey runs into the room, cradling his brother's head trying to put pressure on the open wound. "Gerard, please don't die!"
Mikey glances around the room looking for anything to stop the bleeding.
"Mikey! NO!" Gerard shouts in warning as Bob walks up behind him, stabbing him through the heart with a letter opener.
Mikey screams, putting his hands to his chest. He looks at the blood that stains his palms and fingers. He coughs once as the blood soaks his white shirt and he falls down dead on the floor next to Gerard.
"No! Mikey, No! Not my baby brother," Gerard sobs as Bob stands over him and smiles.
Bob leans down and wraps his hands around Gerard's throat, snapping his neck. He stands up, listening as the door of the bus opens and closes. Bob shuts the door to the room and runs his fingers through the blood, licking them clean and waits.
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Mikey chuckles when Gerard screams the first time and carries on packing away his things. His brother scares so easily; he wonders why Gerard likes horror films so much. He knows why Frank likes watching them, because Gerard usually ends up in Frank's lap. He often tells those two that they should just give up their charade, get married and go off and be gay together somewhere. That normally ends up with Gerard trying to tickle him to death and Frank pretending to rape him. Mikey jumps at the sound of the second scream.
Jesus, Bob. Do you have to scare him that much?
Mikey finishes packing away the last of his stuff. The third scream sets his hairs on end.
What the hell is going on in there?
He walks quickly to the TV room, heart pounding in his chest. Fear creeps up inside him as he reaches for the door handle as a fourth scream rings out. Mikey pushes the door open quickly, scrambling to catch the object thrown at him.
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Gerard screams.
"Oh, Jesus, Bob, you scared the fuck out of me," Gerard says, hand on his chest, trying to get his breath back. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone in here, especially Bob after they’d put him to bed.
"You must be feeling better, want to watch the film with us?" Gerard briefly wonders why Bob was standing in the dark but dismisses the thought.
He closes the door to the TV room and puts down the bags of popcorn on the couch. Frank is bringing the entertainment, he is providing the popcorn, and that’s how it always went. He looks up again when Bob doesn’t respond.
"Bob, look, I'm sorry I was such an ass today. I'm sorry I shouted at you. You know I’m a perfectionist. Are we cool?" He walks over with an open bag and offers it to Bob. "Popcorn?"
Bob reaches out, grabbing his arm and breaking it in one smooth motion. Gerard screams, popcorn scattering across the floor.
"What the fuck, Bob?" Gerard backs away as Bob steps forward. Fear rises in his throat, crying out as Bob struck him hard over the head. Gerard slumps to the floor, blacking out for a moment.
Room spinning as he comes around, Bob stands over him, maniacal grin on his face. "Bob, please,” Gerard begs, not quite believing what what’s happening. Bob slams his foot down on Gerard's left leg, breaking that too. Gerard screams in pain and begins to try and crawl way.
"I'm sorry, Bob." Gerard pleads as Bob reaches down, grabbing his unbroken arm. "I'm sorry!"
Bob face twist into an evil smile again as he puts his foot on Gerard’s chest and rips the arm out of it's socket. Mikey opens the door as Bob throws the arm to him.
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Earlier
"What the fuck were you doing? You missed three cues tonight, dumbass." Gerard screams at Bob. "For fuck's sake, if you're not well enough, don't fucking come on stage. You are making us look like bloody amateurs."
Bob leans heavily on Mikey, the room spinning. Despite the harsh words from Gerard, he knows he shouldn’t have been up there. He is feeling much worse than he had before the show. But Bob doesn’t do ill.
"Gerard!" Mikey reprimands his brother as Gerard storms off the side of the stage. "That was totally unnecessary."
Frank ignores Gerard’s temper tantrum and shakes his head, “Dude you looking fucking awful.”
“I feel like death.” Bob replies, swaying slightly. He needs to lay down somewhere and fast, before he is sick over Mikey. He shivers, feeling cold shoot up his spine.
Mikey presses his hand to Bob’s forehead. “Jesus, you’re burning up. We’d better get you to bed.”
“We need to get you a doctor,” Ray says, helping Mikey walk the drummer back to the bus.
“I just need a little rest. Strong as an ox me.” Bob smiles. He doesn’t want the others to know just how bad he feels.
The short walk back to the bus feels like a mile to Bob. He’s grateful for the hands helping him into bed. He’s feeling so bad at this point, he doesn’t care that Ray’s undressing him or that Mikey kisses his head when he tucks him in.
Bob is gone within moments of his head hitting the pillow.
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The night before
"Where the fuck is Bob?" Ray asks, looking around as they board the bus at the end of the final stop for the night.
"Dunno, he said he was going to go for a walk." Mikey turns around and shouts, "BOB!"
"I'm comin'," comes the reply.
"You alright, Bob?" Mikey asks, looking over at a dishevelled Bob walking around the side of the small Wall-Mart.
"Yeah I tripped and fell." Bob rubs his neck. He could have sworn that something had knocked him over. He walks over to the bus, rubbing the itch on his neck.
“I got you Oreos!” says Mikey, boarding the bus behind Ray. Bob closes the door of the bus and starts up the stairs.
“Thanks, dude.” Bob stumbles as the bus starts to move, a wave of dizziness washing over him.
“You sure you’re alright?” Mikey asks, offering his hand.
“I’m fine.” Bob furrows his brow. “I just could have sworn something attacked me.”
Ray raises his eye brow and pulls Bob into the light, glancing over his bandmate’s body. “You look fine to me.”
Bob moves his hand from his neck, “There. I swear something bit me on the neck.”
"I don't see anything there. It's just a little red where you've been rubbing it."
“Maybe you were bitten by a vampire!” Mikey chuckles.
“Very funny.” Bob frowns, starting to feel a little sick. “I’m going to bed.”
“It would explain why the bite healed so quickly!” Mikey shouts after him.
Author:
blackrosesPairing: None
Rating: Adult
POV: 3rd mostly, Ray's POV for the first chapter.
Beta:
immortal_lightsSummary: Bob goes on a killing spree.
Warnings: Violence and Death
Disclaimer: Just a figment of my twisted imagination. If you think this is real I can give you the name of a good psychiatrist.
Dedications:
antontobias86, shadow_hive & fastbetty31People say that time slows down when you know you're going to die. That's bullshit. It doesn't slow at all, you just feel it; every breath burns in your throat, every heart beat thumps in your chest. I know I'm going to die and all I have between me and the thing that's going to kill me is a plastic spatula. I'm dead, I know it.
He's standing there so fucking still it's impossible. The only movement from him is the blood dripping from his fingers where he’d just ripped Frank's throat out.
"Please. I don't want to die, Bob," I plead, using his name, hoping desperately that it'll trigger something in him. It looks at me and terror rushes through me, cold and hard, freezing the blood in my veins. I'm pissing myself I'm so scared.
"Everybody dies, Ray." The voice grates across my nerves and I know I'm in the presence of evil, pure unadulterated evil. That evil is going to kill me. I can't help but glance down at Frank's body and it's all he needs, moving so fast I can't see it. I only know he's moved by the hand that wraps around my throat, lifting me off the floor. I choke, gasping for air, hands moving to the one at my neck, trying to pry it off. It's useless, he's too strong as he throws me across the room. The pain becomes overwhelming as I slam into the wall and I feel something break in my back.
I can only scream as his teeth rip into my throat. The pain is immense as they cut through the tissue and muscle until he gets the vein. I can feel my blood running down my top before he clamps his lips around my neck and drinks it. I struggle against him, my strength fading with each beat of my heart, until I can't fight him any more and it all goes black.
"RAY!" Frank shouted.
Ray looked up and pulled the headphones out of his ears. Frank was standing by the door to the lounge, a terrified look on his face.
"We have to get out of here!" Frank looked back and suddenly slammed the door shut.
"Oh fuck, he's coming." Frank scrambled across the room to grab the nearest chair.
"Help me barricade it." He shoved it hard up against the door.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ray asked, confused, wondering if this is another one of the games Frank liked to play.
"He killed them, he killed them both." Frank's voice faltered, tears running down his face.
Ray looked at him, seeing the sheer terror in Frank's eyes and knows that it's real. The door crashes open, ripped off it's hinges by the thing behind the door. Frank doesn't have time to scream before Bob crashes into the room and grabs him by the throat, crushing it in his hands. Ray can only watch in horror as Bob ripped Frank's throat out.
Frank looked at Ray, knowing that it was over. That he was dead, his hands trying to cover the hole in his neck in a vain attempt to stop his heart from pumping the blood out of the broken veins. Ray stood frozen in terror as Frank collapses to the floor, blood pooling around him, dead within a minute. Frank's blank eyes stare back at him.
Bob moves and Ray jumps, grabbing the nearest thing to try and defend himself.
Frank looks over towards the bus at the sound of another scream and stubs out his cigarette.
"Guess I'd better get these films over there then," Frank says to Worm.
"Sounds like they've started without you," chuckles Worm.
"Good night. See ya in the morning."
Frank walks across the parking lot back to the bus, carrying the two movies with him. No doubt Mikey is scaring the shit out of his brother with some fucked up tale again, which means they’ll probably have to pry Gerard from his lap by the end of the evening. Frank smiles as he boards the bus, locking the door behind him. This is just what they all need after the long day they'd had today. He opens the door to the TV room, ready to tell Mikey off for scaring his brother like that.
"Did you boys start witho..."
The words die in Frank's mouth at the sight of Gerard and Mikey's bloody broken bodies lying on the floor. The vomit rises and he throws up over the dismembered arm by the door. It’s only when he looks up again that he sees Bob standing there, covered in blood with a grin on his face that he knew what had happened.
"You're next."
Frank runs.
It takes a second for Mikey to register what he was holding, and when he does, he drops it with a yelp. That's when he sees his brother lying on the floor, blood pumping out of the socket where the arm had been.
"Help me!" Gerard begs weakly, the blood loss severe.
"Oh fuck, Gerard!" Mikey runs into the room, cradling his brother's head trying to put pressure on the open wound. "Gerard, please don't die!"
Mikey glances around the room looking for anything to stop the bleeding.
"Mikey! NO!" Gerard shouts in warning as Bob walks up behind him, stabbing him through the heart with a letter opener.
Mikey screams, putting his hands to his chest. He looks at the blood that stains his palms and fingers. He coughs once as the blood soaks his white shirt and he falls down dead on the floor next to Gerard.
"No! Mikey, No! Not my baby brother," Gerard sobs as Bob stands over him and smiles.
Bob leans down and wraps his hands around Gerard's throat, snapping his neck. He stands up, listening as the door of the bus opens and closes. Bob shuts the door to the room and runs his fingers through the blood, licking them clean and waits.
Mikey chuckles when Gerard screams the first time and carries on packing away his things. His brother scares so easily; he wonders why Gerard likes horror films so much. He knows why Frank likes watching them, because Gerard usually ends up in Frank's lap. He often tells those two that they should just give up their charade, get married and go off and be gay together somewhere. That normally ends up with Gerard trying to tickle him to death and Frank pretending to rape him. Mikey jumps at the sound of the second scream.
Jesus, Bob. Do you have to scare him that much?
Mikey finishes packing away the last of his stuff. The third scream sets his hairs on end.
What the hell is going on in there?
He walks quickly to the TV room, heart pounding in his chest. Fear creeps up inside him as he reaches for the door handle as a fourth scream rings out. Mikey pushes the door open quickly, scrambling to catch the object thrown at him.
Gerard screams.
"Oh, Jesus, Bob, you scared the fuck out of me," Gerard says, hand on his chest, trying to get his breath back. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone in here, especially Bob after they’d put him to bed.
"You must be feeling better, want to watch the film with us?" Gerard briefly wonders why Bob was standing in the dark but dismisses the thought.
He closes the door to the TV room and puts down the bags of popcorn on the couch. Frank is bringing the entertainment, he is providing the popcorn, and that’s how it always went. He looks up again when Bob doesn’t respond.
"Bob, look, I'm sorry I was such an ass today. I'm sorry I shouted at you. You know I’m a perfectionist. Are we cool?" He walks over with an open bag and offers it to Bob. "Popcorn?"
Bob reaches out, grabbing his arm and breaking it in one smooth motion. Gerard screams, popcorn scattering across the floor.
"What the fuck, Bob?" Gerard backs away as Bob steps forward. Fear rises in his throat, crying out as Bob struck him hard over the head. Gerard slumps to the floor, blacking out for a moment.
Room spinning as he comes around, Bob stands over him, maniacal grin on his face. "Bob, please,” Gerard begs, not quite believing what what’s happening. Bob slams his foot down on Gerard's left leg, breaking that too. Gerard screams in pain and begins to try and crawl way.
"I'm sorry, Bob." Gerard pleads as Bob reaches down, grabbing his unbroken arm. "I'm sorry!"
Bob face twist into an evil smile again as he puts his foot on Gerard’s chest and rips the arm out of it's socket. Mikey opens the door as Bob throws the arm to him.
Earlier
"What the fuck were you doing? You missed three cues tonight, dumbass." Gerard screams at Bob. "For fuck's sake, if you're not well enough, don't fucking come on stage. You are making us look like bloody amateurs."
Bob leans heavily on Mikey, the room spinning. Despite the harsh words from Gerard, he knows he shouldn’t have been up there. He is feeling much worse than he had before the show. But Bob doesn’t do ill.
"Gerard!" Mikey reprimands his brother as Gerard storms off the side of the stage. "That was totally unnecessary."
Frank ignores Gerard’s temper tantrum and shakes his head, “Dude you looking fucking awful.”
“I feel like death.” Bob replies, swaying slightly. He needs to lay down somewhere and fast, before he is sick over Mikey. He shivers, feeling cold shoot up his spine.
Mikey presses his hand to Bob’s forehead. “Jesus, you’re burning up. We’d better get you to bed.”
“We need to get you a doctor,” Ray says, helping Mikey walk the drummer back to the bus.
“I just need a little rest. Strong as an ox me.” Bob smiles. He doesn’t want the others to know just how bad he feels.
The short walk back to the bus feels like a mile to Bob. He’s grateful for the hands helping him into bed. He’s feeling so bad at this point, he doesn’t care that Ray’s undressing him or that Mikey kisses his head when he tucks him in.
Bob is gone within moments of his head hitting the pillow.
The night before
"Where the fuck is Bob?" Ray asks, looking around as they board the bus at the end of the final stop for the night.
"Dunno, he said he was going to go for a walk." Mikey turns around and shouts, "BOB!"
"I'm comin'," comes the reply.
"You alright, Bob?" Mikey asks, looking over at a dishevelled Bob walking around the side of the small Wall-Mart.
"Yeah I tripped and fell." Bob rubs his neck. He could have sworn that something had knocked him over. He walks over to the bus, rubbing the itch on his neck.
“I got you Oreos!” says Mikey, boarding the bus behind Ray. Bob closes the door of the bus and starts up the stairs.
“Thanks, dude.” Bob stumbles as the bus starts to move, a wave of dizziness washing over him.
“You sure you’re alright?” Mikey asks, offering his hand.
“I’m fine.” Bob furrows his brow. “I just could have sworn something attacked me.”
Ray raises his eye brow and pulls Bob into the light, glancing over his bandmate’s body. “You look fine to me.”
Bob moves his hand from his neck, “There. I swear something bit me on the neck.”
"I don't see anything there. It's just a little red where you've been rubbing it."
“Maybe you were bitten by a vampire!” Mikey chuckles.
“Very funny.” Bob frowns, starting to feel a little sick. “I’m going to bed.”
“It would explain why the bite healed so quickly!” Mikey shouts after him.
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