Hey there! I just spent the day off (other than reading reviews and crap like that) working on the Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge cover. Now, this story is very serious, and lyrics will be posted in a separate section at the end of each chapter, not inserted, because I find that not as serious. Like this chapter is Helena, the first song on the CD. So, this chapter will be based off of Helena, with its lyrics at the bottom. The second title, the non-CD title, is K i l ling Without A Clue. Full title? Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge/K i l ling Without A Clue.
Jesus, the cover is freaking good! As a preview, it has Sam, Tucker, Danny, Valerie, and Vlad on it. All hand-drawn by me, so it's not copy and pasted from the web, which is why it took so long. I grabbed the bodies (bases) from Bobby of Bunnystick (bunnystick . com) and Jaeden of Autumn Pixels (autumnpixels . com). But Bobby's bases are simply shaded, so I had to reshade them (except for Danny), THEN start on them. Under each character is a quote, like an interview quote or what another character is saying to them. But that only applies to Sam. AWESOME COVER! I won't reveal it until later, though. Only VERY dedicated readers get a preview. You know who you are. Sorry, it's a little treat for the people who actually bother to critique me (or lack thereof) on most of my recent stories. THEY DESERVE A TREAT!
DISCLAIMER: don't own My Chemical Romance or DP. And just now did I realize why this CD is rated for Explicit Content. Because of what goes on if you think too deeply about it! Don't worry, not enough to be R…I've seen bloodier movies than what goes on here and it was PG-13.
SUMMARY: Vlad has returned with a vengeance. And he's after, whom else, Danny. But he's not going in headfirst. He's going in subtly. And the only way he's doing that is doing damage—real damage—to his friends and helping his enemies. And this time, there's now way out of it.
RATING: T+ for mature themes, murder, language (or as best as I can do it on my computer without it being blocked), and gore. I know, it's a lot, but that's why it's T+. It's not really murder, though, and not much gore.
Chapter 1
"Helena"
Eighteen-year-old Tucker Foley drove his brand new Nissan out of the driveway, admiring the black leather interior, the controls, and everything in between. What a birthday gift! The best ever! Tucker adjusted the mirror, so his red beret was just in view. He wasn't sure if that was exactly right, but it worked for him on his driving test. He focused his green-blue eyes on the road and arms covered in a yellow sweater gripped the wheel. His leg, hidden in green cargo pants and silver sneakers, pressed down on the pedal and the car sped forward.
"Okay, now, we go pick up Sam," he murmured. He followed the road he memorized onto the highway. Since he had moved away, it was hard to keep in touch, and this was one of the few days he could go and visit Amity Park to see Sam and Danny, his two best friends.
Tucker let out a small chuckle; after all these years, Sam and Danny had his back, even when he had to keep Danny's back. Danny and Sam had his back when he was pretty sure he didn't have Danny's. Meaning, Danny and Sam always covered for him when his impulse to talk and let out secrets came around and almost blurted out the biggest secret of the 21st century.
He neared the correct exit. Switching into the next lane over, since drivers here were crazy about speed, he waited until a good opening for the last lane, on the right.
But the driver in front of him apparently wasn't that keen on speed. The driver in front of him—license plate "RVNGE"—would speed up and then stop abruptly and continue slowly as if nothing happened. Then all over again. Unfortunately, Tucker hadn't noticed it, so he went in when the car was going quickly.
"Ha!" said the person in the car. "It's a damn good thing I made sure the tank is weak! Gas will leak out and combine with the flammable items in the car and BOOM! Bye-bye Tucker!" The person laughed maliciously. "OOH, here he comes!" The person jammed the brake and immediately turned intangible and flew out.
"Hey!" said Tucker as the car stopped to an abrupt halt. The head in there of silver hair in a ponytail disappeared. "VLAD!" he yelled, but the cars connected. As promised, the gas tank in Vlad's car broke and the gas sloshed in the car, washing over the flammable car parts. Flames licked the car for a split second before the cars erupted. Tucker couldn't get out of it.
Luckily, someone had a cell phone on them and stopped on the side of the road and called 911.
"We've got an injured person here! Get here stat, a huge explosion in a car collision!" the person said shakily. Cars stopped at the wreck and the person could get to Tucker.
"Oh my God, Tucker!" said the person, brushing her red hair out of the way.
"J-Jazz…" he murmured. He shut his eyes as Jazz leaned forward. She pressed her ear against his chest. A very slow heartbeat came; Jazz nearly gave up and was about to claim him dead when she finally heard a beat. She got back up, b l o o d on her head now, raggedly breathing. She peered over the boy. He was covered in b l o o d, particularly on the face and arms. His legs had deep gashes in them, b l o o d spurting out like water, his chest had a huge burn and his shirt was ripping apart to show his dark chest covered in burns and open wounds. His left cheek had b l o o d trickling out of it.
The sirens came at long last. Jazz stood there, shaking as if it were her little brother on the ground instead of his friend, whimpering, "Tucker…oh my God, Tucker!" The medics carried him onto a stretcher and put him into the ambulance. They caught sight of the pale redhead staring, eyes wide, at the boy, covered in his b l o o d.
"Are you related?" said the medic. What a stupid question! They bore no resemblance at all!
Just as Jazz was about to say no, something different came out. "I'm his half-sister."
"Get on, then." Jazz jumped in and peered over Tucker, now on a stretcher, allowing his b l o o d to spread all over it.
"What will you do?" asked Jazz.
"There's nothing we can do until we get him to the hospital. He's got third degree burns everywhere, glass in his upper body, and the germs from the road are probably seeping into all of his wounds.
"Do you know what happened?" asked the medic.
"In fact, I do," said Jazz shakily.
"Can you tell us? It will help us better to understand the situation."
"Well, I can't tell you exactly, because I was in the far left lane and he was in the far right, but I saw a car—license plate 'RVNGE'—going fast then stopping abruptly and doing it all over again. Tucker probably didn't see this plan and switched into the right lane when the car was going fast. He kept going but the car stopped abruptly and they collided. From what I can tell, the gas tank was weak and the gas got out of the tank and started a fire on the flammable parts. This must have caused an explosion."
"Bright, aren't 'cha?" said the medic with a slight smirk, staring over Tuck. Jazz didn't respond. The ambulance rounded into the emergency section of the hospital. The doors in the back opened up and Tucker was rushed out on the stretcher, medics running, Jazz trailing behind at top speed.
As they all entered a free room, doctors rushed in and began doing work on Tucker. The same medic from before leaned in and checked his heartbeat, now also covered in b l o o d.
"Slow, but working! Put him on the IV!" he shouted, and several more medics got an IV and hooked him up. Another yelled, "B l o o d loss! What's his b l o o d type?" The medic shot a glance at Jazz, as if screaming expectantly, "WELL?"
"I think it's O. Wait, no, it's AB positive!" said Jazz, now shaking with worry; AB positive is a very rare b l o o d type!
"Oh, gosh! What are you?" asked the medic.
"I'm A," said Jazz, tears streaming freely down her face, mingling with the b l o o d encasing her face.
"So? Get AB positive NOW!" yelled another medic. Jazz coughed and sobbed terribly, but was able to calm herself enough to get her cell phone out and call Danny.
"Hello?"
"Danny, it's J-Jazz!" she choked out.
"What happened?" he said soothingly. Her little brother really did make everything better. But not this time. This time, it was him that would need help.
"T-Tucker was on his way to Sam's and—and," Jazz sobbed, barely getting the words out, "cars collided and he was in a huge explosion!"
Danny stayed silent. Jazz couldn't tell what was happening, but Danny's mouth worked furiously to get the words out. A tear fell from his ice blue eyes. "A-Alright. I'll get Sam."
"DANNY!" yelled Jazz before he could hang up.
"Yeah?"
"What b l o o d type are you?"
"A, why?"
"Tucker needs b l o o d, he's AB positive."
"He doesn't want my b l o o d."
"Why?" Jazz already knew the answer. She amazed herself in between the short silence that followed; the both of them had held in their sorrow long enough to make a decent conversation. I think it's the urgency of it, thought Jazz.
"Well, let's just say my b l o o d is mixed with…the paranormal, all right?" said Danny, slightly hesitant.
"Danny, ask Sam about hers. We need b l o o d now. And be sure to stop at Tucker's quickly, they probably have the same b l o o d type." Danny nodded and hung up. In his room, a shattering thought dawned on him.
"No…please, no," he said. His world broke to pieces; if he would die…chances were high, weren't they? Don't think about that! Get the info you need NOW!
It took a little while, but two icy light blue rings covered his torso as the coldness of death took over him. I just hope Tucker doesn't get this feeling anytime soon, thought Danny. He doesn't deserve it; who does? Limp, dry white hair fell into neon green eyes that pierced the hearts and souls of most until it haunted. A black and white jumpsuit showed a humble boy, turning into a man, enough to haunt the living daylights. Luckily, he was used to it, having had this for four years, and jumped up, floating, and flew out his window to get Sam.
Breaking his 112 miles-per-hour record, he went intangible and shot through her window, becoming tangible once more.
"Sam!" he yelled urgently.
"Danny, what is it?" the pale girl called out to him, brushing her shoulder-length black hair out of her face.
"Tucker—he's gotten into a car accident and it exploded!"
"Oh my God, Tucker!" yelled Sam, an unknown emotion on her face. It was something between anger, sorrow, and just plain confusion. But it was enough to show that she really cared.
"Sam, I have an important question. What's your b l o o d type?"
"He's losing b l o o d? Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! I'm an O, Danny!" she said worriedly.
"Crap! He's an AB positive!"
"AB positive? But only 1 out of 10 people are AB positive!"
"Best check his parents, don't you think?"
"Well, enough chat, let's go!" Sam commanded as Danny picked her up and flew out even faster, suddenly disappearing and reappearing in the Foley household.
"That worked." Danny did his best to mask his emotions; save Tucker now, mope about him later.
Spotting the frightened Foleys, he explained as best he could.
"Your son, Tucker, has been in a very bad car accident. I wish to help him," Danny stated, setting Sam down gently to present the idea he wasn't going to do any harm. "I will not do any harm, I swear on my l—afterlife. I have received information his b l o o d type is AB positive from Daniel Fenton's older sister, Jasmine I believe is her name. He is losing b l o o d fast, we need to get b l o o d fast. Simple? I shall transport you all," said Danny, taking no breath.
Then again, all his involuntary bodily functions—breathing, blinking, so on and so forth—had a much slower reaction as a ghost because he was still half-human, and his needs for such functions were lower like this. He grabbed the Foleys and Sam and transported them to the hospital, once more disappearing and reappearing.
"I shall soon come with the Fenton boy," he said and flew out quickly. He changed back when no one was looking and walked in frantically.
"Is Tucker alive?" he asked.
"Barely," said Jazz, her face streaked with tears and b l o o d. Her knees went weak and she collapsed. Danny walked over as best he could and comforted his sister. Truth be told, he couldn't handle it well either. Jazz found Danny's waist and clung to him, pulling her head to his stomach to use his shirt as a tissue. Danny held on to her shoulders just as tightly; the two kids stood there, sobbing silently, comforting each other with their pain. Even Sam, usually blank, stood there in disbelief, and stared at Tucker, not knowing how to react.
Tucker's parents, clutching each other like canes to keep themselves up, approached him, blinking out tears.
"Ah, you must be the parents," said the medic. "Then…that means that that girl," he said, pointing to Jazz, "isn't his half-sister. No matter, must be a friend. Are either of you AB positive?" Mrs. Foley nodded, but Mr. Foley shook his head.
"Alright, we need your some of your b l o o d until we can get some from Red Cross." Mrs. Foley nodded as the medic took her to another room to get the b l o o d.
Other medics and doctors stayed and continued to examine Tucker's condition and hooked him up to several medical devices.
Danny thought deeply, keeping a tight grip on his sister. How could this happen? Was this some normal mistake? I can't blame Tucker, but still…it's not his fault, and it's not mine, but I feel like it is. I've just held his life in my hands for so long it's a feeling that's stayed with me…and I should have watched out for him! But I couldn't. It's not my fault…so why does everything point to the fact that it is? Maybe if I leave, no one will get to Sam or Jazz or anyone else. It's safer, I won't be chased after. But what if they keep coming back? I'm pretty sure it'll continue in the ghost zone; I'm not that much of a common ghost, you know.
Tucker, he thought. He tried his hardest to communicate with his mind. Although chances of that were low, so were the chances of being half-ghost when he was thirteen. Can you hear me? Are you still alive in there? Have you left your body and left us all on a thread? Or are you still working in that body? Tucker, if you can hear me, I can't be with you, I can't stand right next to you and share your pain. This is the one thing we can't share, and I blame myself for it. It's better if I stay, you understand, right?
But I can't tell that for sure.
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LYRICS TO HELENA:
Long ago. Just like the hearse you die to get in again. We are. So far from you. Burning on. Just like the match you strike to incinerate. The lives of everyone you know. And what's the worst you take. From every heart you break. And like the blade you stain. Well, I've been holding on tonight. What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay so long and goodnight. And if you carry on this way. Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. Came a time. When every star falls. Brought you to tears again. We are. The very hurt you sold. Can you hear me? Are you near me? Can we pretend to leave and then. We'll meet again. When both our cars collide.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2: I've already started!
Oooh, what'll happen to Tucker? I have a few references. Most of you have probably found the first: AB positive may exist, but I heard of it only in the move Bruce Almighty. I forgot the rest. Oh well. The image of Danny being haunting, I haven't seen The Ring, but I suppose the little girl haunts people and stuff, it's like her physique that helps and stuff, so I guess that could be a reference. I'm not sure about the IV, I think it's a thing that monitors heartbeat, am I right? Flame me all you want, I might as well get used to it, since it'll be a new hobby of mine starting the school year. Don't forget, I am sort of stupid at these kind of things because I'm not in high school yet and my school focuses more on business (which I also don't know yet.)
Note that all lyrics are from the actual CD case, so I don't type in word for word what came from the CD and the CD doesn't repeat all of the words and chorus, so…yeah.
This was pretyped on Wednesday, August 24, 2005. OUCH! Sorry, I got elastics for my braces recently and they're torture, since they had to re-cement my ring in and they gave me a coil, a twisty-wire thing to keep my teeth together, and a brand new wire. Oh joy.
Have fun, and don't get what I did yesterday! Oh the torture!