So hey guys! Yes, I'm back with a new story, once again based on MCR. This one is based off of MCR's 2nd album, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. I suggest you go look up the concept of that album right now, because otherwise you may be confused. So anyways, this will be corney (obviously), but more focused on Corey, because he'll be playing the role of the man who was sent to hell and needs to get his life back in order to be with his wife. Okay, lets get started :)). (And I'm sorry for uploading so many stories, I know it can get really annoying, but whenever an idea comes to my mind, I have to write it, or else i'll end up forgetting about it. But don't worry, I'll update all of my stories as soon as possible 3)
Chapter 1: Please, Remember Me
Corey sat in the middle of the restaurant, a smile plastered across his face. Today was his and his long-term girlfriend—Laney Penn's 3-year anniversary. Today he was finally going to do it. He was going to propose. He had it all set up. When she took a bite of her food, she would also find something else in there—an engagement ring. Hopefully, she said yes. If not, it would be the end of him. At the age of only 21, he knew Laney was the one for him—and I know this is pretty cliché, but he wanted to live the rest of his life with her, and only her. They'd met during high school, during freshman year. He was the new kid, the one everyone hated. Thankfully, Laney was nice enough to take him under her wings and show him the ropes. From that day, they were inseparable. Of course, keeping in touch during college was hard, but they made it work.
Suddenly, the doors of the restaurant burst open, interrupting him from his thoughts. Looking over to the door, he froze on contact. There, standing at the door, where 4 men with guns, ordering everyone to stand and put their hands up. He couldn't move. It was like time had frozen completely. Before he knew it, he was getting ordered to stand up, or else they'd shoot him, but he couldn't move. A sly grin spread across one of the criminal's face, and he cocked his gun. Before Corey could stop him, the man had sent two bullets toward the couple, one for Corey, the other for Laney.
Corey opened his eyes, adjusting them to the light. He looked around, a confused look plastered across his face. From his surroundings, he honestly had no idea where he was. It was like a wasteland. The light was an eerie red, and ash covered the ground. Everything seemed to be burnt down, slight fires here and there. Luckily, he saw a girl with light blue eyes and beach blonde hair sitting on a burnt log, filing her nails. Maybe she could help him. Walking up to the girl, he started to notice a few things about her. She looked like she hadn't eaten in ages; her eyes were sunken in and extremely sad looking. There were smears of dirt on her face, making him figure that she hadn't bathed in a while. But, by the looks of it, she was his only his only hope to find out where he was, so he had to confide in her. Tapping her lightly on the shoulder, he started shuffling from foot to foot from how nervous he was. He didn't know who she was; she could possibly be a serial killer.
"Uhm, excuse me? Do you know where we are…..?" He asked, confusion still etched onto his face.
"Oh, yeah," she waved it off like it was nothing, "you're in hell." And with that said, she returned back to working on her nails, the only nice well taken care of thing on her body.
Realization suddenly dawned on him, the memories flooding back to the front of his mind like a tsunami—the restaurant, getting ready to propose, the guns. After that, everything went black. Then it hit him—Laney. Was she still alive? Was she in hell like him? Heaven? Would he ever be able to find her?