A/N: So I found this on my hard drive – I wrote this forever ago when I first got into Nirvana then learned about Kurt Cobain. Edvy, of course, and AU.
Deathbed Dreaming
Dying wasn't as unpleasant as Ed thought it would be. Rather, the Gate was quite pretty…
Maybe that was just leftover heroin.
It was funny, he thought. He'd wanted to go quickly (and had also been stoned out of his mind) but he'd missed.
He'd fucking missed.
Now he was lying on the floor with the Gate in front of his face, the Gate he saw every time he tripped or got high or whatever, and half his face blown off.
Ah, I'll be dead in a minute.
Fuck.
It started hurting.
BREAKING NEWS
Rock Hero and Top Model Die on Same Day
The world was rocked today as two idols of American culture were found dead on the same day. Edward Elric, most commonly known as one of the vocalists and guitarists in the band Gizmo, shot himself after an immense overdose of heroin that resulted in him wandering around Seattle for three days. His body was found in the garage of his Seattle home.
The model-turned-singer known only as 'Envy' was found in his hotel room about two hours afterwards, his wrists cut. Paramedics were too late to save him, and the autopsy has not revealed any drugs in his system.
The conjunction of the deaths authorities say was 'most likely a coincidence' but further investigation is still being conducted. As far as is known to the public, the two celebrities never met beyond greetings at events such as the Oscars and Golden Globes.
Dying wasn't as unpleasant as Envy thought it would be. Rather, it felt like a release of the dirt and debris he'd locked up inside…
…damn, he should write that down for lyrics.
But he couldn't move his hands, and when he painstakingly lifted an arm, blood ran down into the crook of his elbow. So he sung them out anyway.
Bleed it all out
All the dirt and debris
Collected over a million years
Bleed it all out
All the fear, all the tears
Release your hold on life
A tear ran down the side of his face. It was too late now. He'd screwed up. Big time.
Ah, I'll be dead soon.
Envy closed his eyes. Now I'm hearing things.
Fuck.
What?He thought irritatedly.
It started hurting.
It's been hurting for a while now, dumbass.Envy decided it must be his subconscious talking to him.
Whuh?
Great, I'm secretly a stupid dumbass.
Hello…whozat?
Um…me…aren't you me?
Depends if you're me.
Maybe.
I don't know.
Wait a sec, who are you?
Edward Elric. Aren't you?
No, I'm Envy.
WHAT THE HELL?
I'm confused.
Me too.
I thought I was dying.
Me too. I have a hole the size of Kansas in my head and the heroin just wore off. Ow. Owfuckityfuckshit.
Well, I cut my wrists. So, you think we're dead?
Either that or I'm still tripping.
Good point. Envy's vision was blurring, and he began to cry in earnest. Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me? I don't want to die!
Me neither, but it's a bit late for doubts, isn't it?
If I can just…reach…He strained for the room service button, blood gushing out more liberally from his arms.
He just reached.
But it was already too late.
Envy's mental scream of anguish echoed in the blond rockstar's head, a hundred miles away.
Then, he felt a hand in his. Come on out. A silvery-grey substance trickled from his fingertips, and he thought he could see golden eyes.
We made this choice. Let's go.
But…
A hand pressed against his cheek. Don't worry. I'll be coming with you. Can't be too bad, right?
Right.