A/N:SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT. AND IT'S MOSTLY DIALECT. BUT. YEAH. xD
Cherri held Ghoul under his arms whilst Pony held his feet. They heaved his unconscious body through the door and into a booth with difficulty, but they managed. Kobra and Jet emerged from Poison's room.
"The guy's gone mental! Like, talking gibberish and shit! Wait...what happened to him?" Jet asked, pointing at Ghoul.
"Um..." Cherri began just as the backdoor reopened. She only had to see the expression on their faces to know who had just entered the diner. Kobra had the widest eyes Cherri had ever seen, and Jet was gasping and muttering loudly. Cherri looked over at Gerard, who stood awkwardly by the door. He wore a confused expression as he stared at Kobra and Jet.
"Ray...? ...Mikey...?" he questioned. Kobra all but managed a nod. Jet coughed and walked forward. Hesitantly, he stood a metre in front of Gerard.
"...Look at you...you're all...normal and stuff..." Jet breathed, poking Gerard's cheek like a small child. Gerard batted his hand away.
"Fuck you with all this talk! You sound as though I've been through some massive change or something! Can I not leave you guys for five minutes just so I can go to work?" The room hushed. No one knew what he was talking about. He frowned. "What the hell did Airi's experiment do to me? Send me to some shit hole in the desert? And why are you two here? You don't even work for the company! I'm so confused!" He rubbed his temples. "And who are you people?" He gestured at Cherri and Pony, and then at Missile Kid beside him. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" He began breathing hard and a low rumble gathered in his chest. Everyone backed away. He doubled over and clutched his knees, breathing even coarser. Then his head snapped up. His eyes were suddenly yellow again and he hunched a little, snarling.
"Calm down, Gerard..." Cherri stammered. Her hand quivered over her ray gun at her side.
"He's not fully over the drugs yet!" Missile gasped. Gerard growled. He looked wild again, but not as badly as he had. Not at all. No, this was mild. But still scary for them. Suddenly, Kobra dashed in front of Gerard and held his hand.
"Hey Gee! Gee it's me! Your kid brother, Mikey!" Everyone thought Kobra was a goner. But Gerard's breathing slowed. He stood straight again, then stooped, and then fell to the floor with a crash.
"What...just happened...to me..." he rasped. Kobra quickly backed away again.
"Nothing Gerard-" Cherri began, but Kobra cut her off.
"Nothing, huh? NOTHING? He could have killed someone! You saw what he became!" Gerard sat up.
"KILLED someone? Really? Have you gone insane?" he spat.
"You've probably killed so many innocent human beings!" Kobra turned to Cherri. "He's not safe! Put him back in that cellar. He's not my brother yet." Cherri's heart dropped at Gerard's expression after Kobra made that statement.
"W...what are you...talking about? I w..wouldn't k..k..k...kill anyone!" He was whimpering. There was a cough from behind Cherri. Ghoul was already sitting up.
"I don't think he remembers any of it," he sighed. "The look in his eyes when he saw me outside...it was so genuine. So...Gerard. Kobra, he has no recollection of being a Draculoid at all."
"WHAT did you just call my brother?" Gerard gasped. "KOBRA? And what the fuck is a Draculoid?"
"Do we tell him?" he asked Cherri. "Do we tell him what's going on?" Cherri thought for a while.
"...I guess...Missile, what do you think?" Missile was watching Gerard with fascination.
"He deserves to know."
