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Chemical 30

Mikey's POV:

"How's my beautiful girl?" I smiled to my niece. Bandit giggled and clapped her hands. Gerard handed her to me with a hesitant look.

"We should be back around eleven…remember she likes to be fed around seven…..and…."

"Gee, don't worry Alicia and I can handle it." I laughed at my older brother. He and Lindsey were going to some art show and a dinner and Alicia and I offered to babysit. But Gerard was very protective of his little girl, I mean I understand but sometimes he just makes me laugh.

"Okay, thanks again….oh and don't forget…"

"Goodbye Gerard," I laughed and shut the door; I could hear Gerard laugh and then make his way down our front steps. "Your daddy loves you very much huh?" I smiled as I bounced Bandit up and down. She started to laugh and clap her hands wildly.

"I hear my favorite niece!" Alicia called running into the living room from the kitchen. "It is my favorite niece!" She grinned and I handed Bandit to Alicia. Alicia started to blow kisses on Bandit's stomach and Bandit giggled.

I smiled and went into the kitchen where Alicia had left a boiling pot of tomato sauce cooking, I laughed when I saw the red splatters on the wall. I stirred the sauce and drained the noodles. In five minutes dinner was ready.

"Alicia dinner's ready!" I called. Alicia came in and put Bandit in her high chair. I dished us up and set the plates on our small dining table. Alicia sat across from me and we began to eat.

"Mikey I was thinking that maybe we should have a date night; because you've been really busy with promoting the new album I hardly get to see you." Alicia suggested and I nodded my head.

"I'd like that, I'm sorry that I've been busy." I smiled.

"It's all good; I just want to spend more time with the best man in the world." She giggled.

"I want to spend time with my girl too," I grinned and then silence took over as we ate our pasta. About fifteen minutes later we were full and I did dishes. I looked at the clock and it read seven.

"Alicia can you feed Bandit!" I yelled.

"Yeah sure thing!" She called back. She ran into the kitchen and made a bottle full of baby formula. I finished the dishes and went into the living room where Alicia was feeding Bandit. I sat down next to her on the couch and kissed her cheek lightly.

"I love you Mikey Way." She smiled and kissed me back.

"I love you too," I smiled through the kiss. When Bandit had emptied her bottle we put in 101 Dalmatians, which was Bandit's favorite movie.

"Puppies!" She exclaimed and clapped her hands when she heard the sound of the dogs barking. We let Bandit move closer to the TV; but not to close, I would hate to be the cause of Bandit to have glasses, which aren't a bad thing at all, but Gerard would just know. Alicia and I cuddled on the couch together as we watched the movie.

By the end of the movie Bandit had fallen asleep, so Alicia gingerly picked her up and set her in the high chair which we brought to the living room. I looked at the clock and it said it was ten o'clock. I sighed and turned on the TV.

I turned it to The Dark Knight, and pit the volume on low, so we wouldn't wake Bandit. Alicia sat back down on the couch.

"Did I ever tell you how sexy you look with blonde hair," Alicia whispered to me. I smiled.

"No, you have not, but I'm glad; you look sexy no matter what." I grinned and kissed Alicia on the lips. She kissed back for a second until we hear a blood curdling scream come from the house next door.

Bandit woke up and started to cry, "What was that?" Alicia asked in a shaky voice. Alicia got up and picked up Bandit and started to soothe her.

"I don't know, Alicia call the police. I'm going to go see if everyone is okay." I said standing up.

"Mikey, what if something's horrible is happening?" She asked and I knew she was talking about murder.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." I kissed her forehead and put on my sweatshirt. I exited my house and walked next door. I knocked and asked, "Is everybody okay?" The only response was the scream again.

I twisted the doorknob and surprisingly the door opened. I quietly stepped into the house and heard the scream again, this time I heard it come from upstairs. I took a deep breath and started my way upstairs. Every stair creaked its warning but I kept going. Another scream, it was defiantly coming from a girl. Finally I made it upstairs, my heart beat fastened; as I heard another scream, I could tell it was coming from the room on my left. The door was slightly open and I saw a girl handcuffed to the bed. She was not naked but half, but a man was on top of her, hitting her. I saw a knife in his right hand. He started to carve into her, she let out a scream.

I knew this had to stop so I opened the open slowly and jumped on the man. We tumbled off the bed and landed on the floor.

"Bad choice," The man said to me. He pinned me to the ground and punched me hard. I started to fight back; I grabbed his forearms and dug my nails deep into his flesh. He yelled in pain and I was able to push him off of me. I stood up, but so did the man. This was the first time I saw his face. He was young; maybe early twenties, had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and had a scar that ran from the out corner of his eye to the bottom of his chin. He charged at me and slammed me up against the wall.

He held the knife up to my face. "Do you want a scar just like mine? Why'd ya come? It's a shame you'll have to die." He smirked and I kneed him in the stomach. He doubled over and I kneed him in the face. "You bastard!" He screamed and shot up and grabbed me by the throat.

My hands started to claw at his hands that were fastened around my neck. He squeezed harder and I felt my air supply get cut off. I started to gasp for breath. He laughed and brought his knee to my groin. He let go of my neck and kicked me in the stomach. I fell to the ground; he started to kick me hard in the ribs. I heard the girl start to scream.

"Leave him alone! Stop it!" She screamed.

"Put your hands in the air and step away from him!" I heard someone yell. The man stopped kicking me and stepped away.

A police officer kneeled down next to me, "Are you okay," I nodded and stood up. Then I saw the girl. Strapped to the bed; words craved into her stomach and arms.

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked.

"I think so, sir you probably just saved her life." The police said with a small smile.