Chapter 3- Without you is how I disappear
"MIKEEEEEEY!"
Searching around frantically.
"RAAAAAY!"
I forget to use codenames as the fear kicks in. Gone. Their both gone. I hear crying in the distance, a hysterical Party Poison rocking back and forth like a child separated from its mother. Nothing around us but sand and sky. I go to call out again but the words catch in my throat and the tears pour down my now blood stained cheeks. Poisons face is one of anguish and fear and for a moment the brave team leader I know is replaced by Gerard- the innocent guy I knew before all this crap happened- it scared the shit out of me. Drowning in despair and with no other option, I jump in the trans-am and slam my foot on the accelerator leaving Poison behind in a cloud of dust. I have to find them…..
It's been a week since they went missing and me head is telling me to give up, to call off the chase. They're gone. Dead. Needless to say, I've not been coping well but its not me I'm worried about. Poison is a wreck-his once perfect face is now tired and has a fixed expression of pain. His blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks make him look broken. Scary. He's lost his appetite as well, the weight just falling off him. There are scars visible all along his arm and I know only too well how they got there. His behaviour is understandable though- both his best friend and little brother are dead and yet I almost hate him for acting so selfishly- his actions are killing me as well. I know that's wrong and I should take it back but I cant because its true, I'm scared for him. Scared for me.
*Time Lapse*
Its night time and the sky is now pitch black apart from the few stars that glimmer above. I look out the diner window as Poison sits outside staring blankly ahead. He shivers but makes no attempt to come inside and get warm.
Walking into the storage room, I collect everything needed to start a fire. I pass Jet Star's room on my way back and bow my head as a sign of respect, the feeling of dismay washing over my body once more. Holding the wood and matches in my arms, I stride outside and settle them down, next to Party Poison. As I start setting up the fire, Poison lets out a little whimper and starts to cry. As soon as the fire is lit I crawl over to him and hold him in my arms. He rests his face against my chest and screams with all his might-getting rid of all the anger that's built up inside him over the week. I rub his back gently and whisper words of comfort in his ear, telling him how much I love him, how much I need him. And then I stop. Year's worth of feeling out in an instant for him to hear. I regret it straight away. Sensing me tense up, Party Poison looks up at me, his tear stained eyes staring into mine. I stare back unaware of how to react. I go to talk but his finger brushes my lip, silencing me. He leans in close and before I can question him, his lips are on mine, moving gently. He lets out a moan and starts to kiss harder as if his life fucking depends on it. His tongue slides across my bottom lip, begging for entrance and I oblige straight away. This is everything I imagined and more. I've never wanted and needed something more in my entire life. All too soon he pulls away and leans his head against mine, breathing out as I breathe in-filling each others lungs, keeping each other alive, this is heaven. Despite all the shit we've been through, I've never felt safer- I know where I belong now. Relaxing back into my arms, Poison lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. He cuddles up to me-the closest we've ever been and says something I've been waiting my whole life to hear.
"I love you Ghoul, I always have".
This statement is enough to send my emotions into overdrive and we sit all night under the stars, quietly sobbing for our fallen friends. Poison needs me and I swear to God I will do anything I can to help him. We love each other and we always will-from the earth to the morgue.