Author's Note - So i had an idea for this story and decided to run with it. i wanted to wait to publish this story, but i really want you guys to read it ad to know what you think of it. This won't be updated as frequently as The Past Ain't Through With You. Thank you to all who read this and Thank you who review, it lets me know how you the story is being received. I don't own anything in the story except for Olivia, you'll meet her soon.
Enjoy!
I was there early; a horrible habit of mine. It's not like showing up to LAX early is a bad thing, it seemed the most responsible thing possible. Today is the day I start my new job as the new assistant to Jeff. He never told me his last name, which is something I plan on finding out on the plane ride to Heathrow Airport. Something he did tell me though, is that he was the manager to the band My Chemical Romance. I jumped at the job the first chance I got.
It wasn't long before Jeff managed to spot me sitting in a row of chairs by our terminal. The fact that I was the only person sitting by them self had helped. I stood up when he approached waiting to greet him.
"Hey Olivia, good to see you! Ready for an adventure?" He asked.
"It's good to see you to! And I am more than ready for this. By the way, what's your last name? I don't think I ever caught it," I had to try; curiosity was starting to get the better of me.
"The guys should be here momentarily. They stopped off at one of the sundry stores on the way here," he told me deflecting my inquiry in the process.
We sat down and he pulled out his iPad, going over a few things before we began boarding. The band appeared in small groups. The first to show up was Ray and Mike, then afterwards Frank, Mikey and Gerard. It was only until after they had all arrived that Jeff tore his eyes away from the screen. Putting the iPad away he stood up and motioned for me to join him.
"Hey guys, this is my new assistant Olivia. Nick's just got married so he's off with a desk job," Jeff explained.
They all took turns shaking my hand, and greeting me. It was only moments later they started the boarding call. I followed Jeff and the guys to gate with boarding pass and id in hand and my carry-on slung over my shoulder. I ended up finding my seat in first class next to Jeff. He let me have the window, so he could talk to the band, who was sitting next to and in front of us.
Once everyone was settled on the plane, it started to taxi from the gate. One of the flight attendants gave the usual speech. Blah blah blah, cushion doubles as floatation device, seat belt, you know the usual stuff. A moment later she was gone and the plane began to turn around. I stared out the window with my iPod in hand as the plane started to gain speed. When the plane finally leveled out I put my headphones and started listening to the playlist I made for the flight. I fell asleep somewhere after the third song.
An hour later I was jostled awake. As I sat up I noticed the fasten seatbelt sign flickered on and a few metallic clicks could be heard.
"At this time I'm going to ask you to fasten your seat belts. We are experiencing some turbulence, shouldn't last more than a few minutes," the pilot announced.
With my iPod still playing I stared out the window and watched as our plane was engulfed by storm clouds. I hadn't been paying attention to what was playing as I was straining my ears hoping for news that the turbulence would be ending momentarily. The slight turbulence we were all experiencing had increased. The oxygen masks had then dropped causing slight panic while people scrambled to put their mask on. With my mask secure I glanced out the window to see a dazzling show of lightning appear around the plane.
You'd think our luck would turn any moment, right? No, unfortunately it wouldn't. The nose of the plane started to dip. The metallic bird was starting to lose altitude quickly. That's when I started to close my eyes and focus on my music hoping to find peace in the turbulence.
And in my honest observation
During this operation
Found a complication in your heart
So long, 'Cause now you've got (now you've got)
Maybe just two weeks to live
Is that the most the both of you can give?
One, two, one two three four!
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Well come on,
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Oh motherfucker,
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing?
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why am I dead?
DEAD!
I hoped this song wouldn't usher me to the end of my life, but what a song to go out to. I crossed my fingers and hoped. Towards the end of the song I opened my eyes and looked around me, but as the last word rang out flames had engulfed us.
"Sir, it's good to have you awake," A voice had announced.
The man's eyes had opened and he started to sit up. He looked around to notice that he was in a four-poster bed.
"The rest should be waking up at the moment. Col. Bryar woke up a few days ago. He's been busy planning and training," the voice added.
The man lying in the bed looked over at the man talking to him confused as to what he was talking about.
"Excuse me, but I have no clue what is going on," the man in the bed told the other.
"Temporary memory loss is to be expected General Way," the standing man tried to explain.
"Wait what? What is going on?" Way asked, frustrated at not knowing what was happening to him.
"I am Jeff Pereira, your assistant and you are General Gerard Way, the leader of The Black Parade. You and you're top associates have been placed in comatose states to help heal you after the last war. All of you were in the blast radius when a bomb was dropped. I believe you are quite lucky to all have survived," Jeff explained.
"But I have these memories," Gerard started.
"To keep you all from waking up we had to place you in Comatose Reality Stasis. This would keep you mentally active, yet unconscious," Jeff interjected.
"So this life I had while I was unconscious, wasn't real?" He asked hesitantly.
"I'm sorry to say, but no. In an hour or two you won't be able to remember it. It will have been nothing but a dream. I don't wish to push this, but your people believe that the six of you had been killed in the bomb. Tomorrow you all should make an appearance to assure them that you are all alive and fully healed," Jeff had informed him.
"That sounds best. Make the necessary arrangements," Gerard instructed Jeff.
"Yes sir. And I do believe your old self has started to return," he said with a smiling.
He started to leave the room until Gerard had called to him.
"Wait, you said six?" He inquired.
"Yes. You, Colonel Robert Bryar, Lieutenant General Ray Toro, your brother Major General Michael Way, Brigadier General Frank Iero and Her Royal Highness Princess Olivia Glenn," He answered.
"Who's the girl again?" he asked, trying to remember her.
A few images flashed in his mind of a young woman he met in the airport and then to the same person in a black gown standing next to his brother. Jeff had come back towards his bed, hoping this was the last question.
"Her Royal Highness Princess Olivia Glenn is the daughter of The Majesty of the Kingdom Arrakis. She was sent here to study and learn our customs. She was quite helpful in the last battle with planning and the knowledge of the country of Picta. Also I do believe your brother might have feelings for her. You should probably dress and head down to the smaller dining room. That is where everyone is meeting for lunch. So if you don't mind, I must be off to organize the public appearance for tomorrow," he carefully explained.
With a short bow Jeff had hurried out of the room leaving Gerard by himself. The life he had lived had become a dream to him, and he was having problems remembering details. Gerard was desperately trying to grasp faces and names but they were slipping away from him. He was starting to feel empty and alone. Getting out of bed he wandered around the room. Picture frames had lined the mantle of the fire place with miscellaneous pictures of himself, his brother, his friends and a girl, whom he assumed was Olivia.
In the room were three doors. One of them he knew led to the hallway. Gerard had opened the other two to reveal a bathroom and an enormous closet full of black colored clothing. He walked into his closet and pulled out a black suit with white lining and laid it on the bed while he went to freshen up in the bathroom.
A half hour later he had left his room, with his memories and knowledge as the Leader of the Black Parade fully intact.
I willed my eyes to open. Remembering the storm, the crash, and the flames that engulfed us all I started crying. Then it hit me.
"I died," I stated out loud trying to figure out how this was even possible.
"No miss, you are quite alive. And might I add that it is a pleasing site to see you awake," the young woman standing in the room announced.
"Where am I? The last thing that happened was a plane crash and we all died. Why am I alive? What's going on!" I demanded.
The girl looked flustered and scared, unsure of how to answer. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, failing to answer my questions.
"Let me go fetch someone with the answers miss. Please, stay in bed. I will not be long," she said as politely as possible before she scampered out of the room.
Unfortunately for her I didn't listen. I got out of bed and started wandering around the room. There didn't seem to be much to the room: a few doors and windows, a fire place, and the bed.
"Let's see what's behind door number one!" I said dramatically to myself.
A bathroom; well, now that you mention it . . .
A few minutes later I had left the bathroom feeling much better and went to open the second door. Before my hand could come in contact with the door knob three people had walked into my room. One of them was the young girl from earlier, one of them had glasses and a stethoscope, and the other was a man dressed in all black with white hair.
"Your highness, if I could have you back in bed please," the man with the stethoscope spoke.
I stared at him for a few moments before I obliged. When I was back in bed I started to take more notice of the other man. For some reason her looked familiar, but I just can't put my finger on it.
"Why do you look so familiar? I feel like I've seen you before in a dream," I said to the man.
"I had a similar dream to you. We were all in it, dreaming the world of the dream together," he started to explain.
"But the plane crash!" I interjected.
"That's how we died, or really that's what woke us up," The white haired man explained.
I stayed quiet trying to think of what he was talking about. The doctor had started examining my head, looking into my eyes and such.
"She's younger than the rest of you, so her mind is more impressionable. She may need more time to regain her memories," the doctor stated.
The white haired man nodded and the doctor gathered his things and left. He then stared at the young girl and motioned for her to follow the doctor. Not wanting to disobey the man, she followed.
"I know this is going to sound crazy at first, but your memory will come back to you. Us two and four others were in an accident. And before you interrupt me, I'm not talking about the plane crash. We were involved in a bombing during a war. We were all put into a coma to help heal us. We were put in Comatose Reality Stasis. It's where our minds our still active, so we don't become vegetables during the healing process," He started.
He paused allowing me to let what he just said sink in. I moved my eyes from him to my hands in my lap. I was about to start to ask him questions when he raised his hand and continued on.
"The world you woke up from was just a dream. It's not real. Soon you won't be able to remember it at all and your memories of this world, the world you are truly alive in, will come back to you," he finished.
"So, if the life I just lived was a dream, then who am I here? What's my name? Who am i?" I said desperately as everything had sunk in.
"Your name is Olivia Glenn," He told me.
"That was my name in the dream world. Does that mean that our lives are similar here?" I asked.
"A little, we were all together in the end of the dream, I don't know if that signifies anything or not. Right, more information on you. Who you are more than likely will be different than what you were in your dream. Your full title is Her Royal Highness Princess Olivia Glenn and your father is the ruler of Arrakis. He sent you here to study and learn," The man explained.
My eyes went wide. Definitely not like my old life at all! Holy fuck!
"Who are y . . . wait, it's kinda fuzzy but I think I'm remembering a few things, your name is Gerald?" I guessed.
"You're close. It's Gerard. Can you remember anyone or anything else?" he asked with a laugh and a smile.
"There is this name in my head; I'm trying to remember why it's so important. Mikey? I don't know, I can barely remember," I said desperately trying to remember him.
"You're starting to remember. I'll be back in a little bit to escort you to lunch," he said placing a hand on top of mine.
He walked out of the room leaving me with my thoughts. I removed myself from my bed and walked toward the bathroom, trying so hard to think of who I used to be; or who I am?
"Why must my life or lives be so confusing!" I exclaimed as I entered the small room.
After a quick shower I wrapped myself in a towel and left the room.
"Clothes. If I were clothes, where would I be," I wondered out loud.
I was standing near the middle of my room looking around for where I could possibly have my clothes stored. Then finally it dawned on me.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, door number two!" I said like a game show host.
Wait, what's a game show host?
That idea or type of person had become lost to me. My hand reached for the knob and turned it. Darkness, how quaint. I felt along the inside of the door hoping to find a light switch of some sort to illuminate the room. When I found the switch I flicked the light on, not expecting much, but boy was I surprised! There had to of been at least 20-30 pairs of black boots and dress shoes lined on the floor while dozens of black dresses were hanging next to black jackets and black coats. In the back sat an old elegant dresser, no doubt holding stockings, underwear, and such.
Walking into the closet I looked at the dresses, each more beautiful than the last. I looked at one that appeared to be burnt and singed. Touching it had a powerful affect on me. Memories came flooding back, the six of us in a tent, bombs going off around us, maps sprawled across a table. Standing next to me was a tall man, Mikey? A bomb went off and he wrapped himself around me in attempt to shield me from the imminent blast.
I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt the warm drops on my cheeks. I randomly grabbed a black dress and other important bits of clothing and left the closet. I was ready to go with minutes to spare. My long brown hair was straight and my emerald eyes had dark make-up painted delicately around them. After waiting for a few minutes, a knock sounded from the door. I opened it expecting Gerard, but instead someone else stood there. Instead there was a man wearing black shirt, tie, and pants.
"Your Highness" he said in a sour tone.
"Midget" I replied in the same tone.
We stared each other down. After a minute we cracked up laughing and he pulled me into a hug.
"Oh Olivia, I missed you," the man said.
"I missed you too Frank," I replied.
We pulled apart and smiled.
"So, where is Gerard? He was supposed to be here by now," I asked.
"Something came up and he needed to take care of it, so he sent me. He didn't want you to think he forgot about you," he answered.
"Well then, shall we go?" I asked.
"Hell yeah, i'm fuckin starving!" He replied with a grin.
The two of them walked together towards the dining room. Every so often a maid or butler would stop and bow. At first this startled me, and then I had to remember who I was.
"How much do you remember?" I asked him.
"Remember what? Our lives here or our lives when we were dreaming?" He asked in return with a smirk.
"Both. I can't remember much of the dream anymore, and i'm having problems remembering things of this world. There are some things I can remember, but then there are some things I can't remember," I told him.
"Personally, I only remember the music that the other guys and I made in the dream world. I forgot everything else. This world though, I remember almost everything. There are still a few things i'm still fuzzy on," he replied.
We continued walking, heading down different corridors and down a few different staircases until we eventually ended up at a small door. Frank opened the door and held it open for me. Thanking him, I walked in with Frank following. The room wasn't small, but it wasn't that big either. There was, of course, a fire place with a painting of the Leaders of the Black Parade in uniform above it. Standing in front of the fire place was two men; one of them had shaggy blonde hair while the other had a brown curly fro of sort. Both of the men, like us, were wearing all black. As we approached them Frank called out to them.
"Ray! Bob!" He said cheerfully.
"Frank! Olivia!" Ray replied.
"Hey!" Bob yelled cheerfully.
Ray pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. When he let me go of me Bob pulled me into a hug as well. The four of us were caught up in our mini reunion of sorts and didn't notice when the door that Frank and I came through opened and Gerard and another man entered the room. The two had managed to join before we even noticed them.
"Sorry I wasn't there!" Gerard said as he pulled me into a hug, a repeating pattern.
"It's okay, I was able to spend some time with Frank," I replied.
"So how much do you remember?" he asked, pulling apart.
"The blast, who people are, and not much else. I'm having problems remembering things. I honestly don't know how to get back to my room from here," I told him with a slight frown.
"Well, we'll all be here for you. Just ask," he said as he kissed my cheek.
"No problem," I replied smiling.
"Anyways, I believe my brother has missed you," he told me, returning my smile.
Gerard moved over to talk with Ray, Frank and Bob; leaving me alone with Mikey. Before I could say anything he pulled me into him.
"I missed you," he whispered.
"I missed you too," I replied, fighting back tears.
We held on to each other like this would be our last embrace. It was only until we heard someone coughing that we jumped apart. Bob, Frank, Gerard, and Ray and been staring at us with smiles on their faces.
"This means that you two can't hide your relationship from us anymore," Ray teased.
"They are cute together," Frank chided.
"Don't be jealous," Mikey joked, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me closer.
"Excuse me, but lunch is prepared," one of the servants announced.