AN: Hey people! this is a one-shot that i came up with during my history class today. and it's also kind of a "I'M SO SORRY!" type of thing- i have MAJOR writers block for my Danger Days story :'( sorry guys... until then, please enjoy this:
(ps: this story does involve lyrics from some of MCR's songs)
Blood. Blood. Gallons of the stuff. It littered the walls and floor, filling the air with the stench of death. The person before me in line take one step forward and I follow suit; there are only three people before me in line now.
The palms of my hands grow slick with, so I wipe them off on my blood-stained, tattered clothes. A scream begins from "the room of execution" as I like to call it, but is quickly and unnaturally ended. A tall, muscular man exits from the room and wipes his brow, smearing blood across his face in the process. He walks up to the frail looking girl at the front of the line and roughly grabs her arm, dragging her away to the dark, foreboding room.
I gulp and take another step forward; how will I be killed? Will they give me the chair? Or lethal injections, or swing from a rope if I dare. Oh, nobody knows all the troubles and torment I'm going to live. I turn my head the slightest bit and catch a glimpse of the poor soul behind me; its boy I arrived here with. His eyes and face mirrored mine: filled with fear of the unknown terrors that lay in wait for us.
The person before me takes a step, and I reluctantly take one as well. I pray that my death will be as quick and painless as possible, but that's unlikely. The person in front of me is dragged into the room and I realize that I'm next. The sound of a chainsaw rips through the air, followed by an earsplitting scream. The door to the room then opens; it's my turn.
I'm pulled by the hair into the room and thrown mercilessly onto the floor. I cough and struggle to breath, the air here is thick with the scent of death, even more so than outside. I notice that the boy is thrown into the room too and I crawl over to his side. The shadow of a large man falls over our cowering forms, and shut my eyes tight. I feel rough hands grip my shoulders and force me into a position where I'm on my knees.
Keeping my eyes shut tight, I cannot block out the sound of a gun being prepared to fire. Half way through another prayer, I hear and feel it. BANG BANG!
They gave us two shots to the back of the head, and we're all dead now…