Blood Drips...Again.

By: AmbrLupin

Chapter Two: Gabe

Rated: M (big time)

Summary: Apparently, a few of the 'dead' cast member of Blood Drips are...unsatisfied with the ending of the story, and they decide to rewrite it, better than ever. Beware, good children- Don Knotts is back! (A Blood Drips on Newsies Square fanfic) charadeath!torture!

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A/N: OKAY! Welcome back, and a big thank you to all of our reviewers! SUPPORT BD EVERYONE! Woot!

All right, guys, listen. I have recently been informed that this story is pushing really heavily on the 'no real people' rule that has. I have sent them an email, explaining why it is that Max and the others whom I use are 'fictional' in the sense that they played fictional selves in BD. I mean, hello, they didn't really die! So, I just wanted to let you guys know that, just in case they take this off. I hope not tho, so, in true newsies fashion, I tell you all to:

Seize the day!

Sorry about the delay. I had school to finish, and then vacation, and summer school online. Not to mention I...uh...lost the plans. But I have found some of them now! So hah!

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Trey: heheheheheheMUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WE'RE BAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK!

Ivan: YES! MUTILATION! DEATH!

Max: Oi...anyone got some Advil...?

Me: u okay, Max?

Max: -groan- dat's a really stupid question, ya know. How can I be okay when im ETERNALLY STUCK WITH THOSE IDIOTS!

Ivan: Who are you calling an idiot, idiot!

Trey: Yeah, we aint the ones who went on the tallest building on the set just cause your chair was up there! Ya couldn't have found another chair!

Max: -glare- you're kidding right. You HANDED your drink to the bad guy and expected it to be nice and clean for you to drink when he gave it back?

Trey: I didn't know he was the bad guy!

Max: ITS CALLED COMMON SENSE!

Trey: YA KNOW WHAT, I DON'T LIKE YOU! WE'RE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE!

Ivan: -blink- what the heck? How old are you, really?

Me: Um...lets just...get back to the story...okay...Anyway-

Trey: STOP TALKING TO ME! IM NOT LISTENING!

Max: IM NOT TALKING TO YOU!

Trey: YOU ARE NOW!

Max: O.o YOU SON OF A-

Me: I SAID STORY! NOW!

Boys: Yes ma'am. -gulp-

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It hadn't been too hard to get Gabriel to help out. He was ready to do whatever was asked of him...without question. So when asked for help...Gabe immediately said yes.

Don liked that.

A lot.

Placing the second box on the little cart they had found, Gabe ran his fingers through his hair, grinning a bit. "So...you never did tell me. Why does Kenny want these boxes?"

"Ah, you know how directors are." Don replied easily, placing a smaller third box on top of the other. "He thinks he might use some of these old props in the movie."

"Changing his mind again?" Gabe laughed, wiping some sweat off his forehead. "Boy its hot today." A silver key fell from his open shirt, glittering on his chest.

"Whats that?"

"Hm?...this?" Gabe pulled the cord over his head and handed it to the other as he looked around for another box. Finding one, he pulled it into his arms and moved toward the cart. "This one too?"

"Yeah..." Don turned the key over and over in his hand, "Oh...so what's this for?"

Gabriel shrugged as he set the box down, "Its just something I-"

He gagged, blood decorating his bottom lip as he started at Don Knotts in complete and utter confusion and stunned horror, and then down to the key sticking out of his chest.

(Max: WHAT! That's not REALISTIC!

Me: and...surviving getting run over, hanged, burned alive, not to mention an atomic explosion, is?

Max: ...I see your point. I'll shut up now.

Me: why thank you.)

"I think I figured it out." He chuckled, pushing it farther and farther into his heart cavity, letting the warm blood gush over his fingers. Gabe fought him, oh did he fight him, but Don hardly cared...too busy watching the life flee from those pretty eyes.

It was beautiful...seeing death in all that silver-blue.

(Trey: Hey! My eyes are blue too! Why aren't they 'beautiful'?

Me: because they're not beautiful, they're gorgeous. Now will you-

Trey: shut up...yes I know.

Me: -sighs- they're so well trained, aren't they? )

Gabriel's last breath was a soft gurgle as he fell, dead before he truly hit the ground. Don withdrew his hand, but left the key in, the silver already turned a dark crimson in color.

Kneeling next to the corpse, he smirked. "See? This is what it was for." He reached out and turned the key to the side, "Click! An open heart for the fangirls!"

He snickered, and kept on snickering, even as he rinsed the blood off his arms, even as he watched it disappear down the drain, even as he gently probed the bruise the brat had given him on his upper arm. He stopped snickering then.

Stupid cane.

He made sure to snap it in two as he made his way out.

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Michael was the one who found him.

Eyes nearly popping out of his head, the actor fell to his knees, his cup of coffee slipping from his hand to splatter all over the ground as he reached out for his friend.

"Gabe...?" He whispered, "Gabriel Damon, answer me...!"

There wasn't a sound, just like he knew there wouldn't be. He had seen that look too many times, that dull, blank stare that the dead possess, that slight exclamation of surprise.

Surprise at being killed?

"Mike?"

He jumped, heart hammering in his chest, before he recognized the voice. Dominic. It was just Dominic. Looking for him.

He had to open his mouth.

He had to say something.

He had to...

"Dom..." He whispered, shaking, "Dom..."

In a second it had become a scream.

"DOM!"

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Ivan: is it just me...or do you like torturing poor Mike?

Me: ... -innocent smile- why, whatever do you mean? He hasn't died yet.

Max: -sigh- its not just you, Ivan. She torments the kid as much as she can without killin him off.

Me: so?

Trey: Yah...so!

Max: Do you have any idea what we are talking about, Trey?

Trey: uh...nope! -big grin- so...more anguish, pain, death? Yes?

Me: ya know what, no. Thats it. Story's over.

-cricket chirp-

Trey: YOU DIRTY, ROTTEN-

Max: -interrupts- WHADDYA MEAN, NO!

Ivan: THERE'S GOTTA BE MORE! WOMAN, I DEMAND YOU WRITE MORE! NOW!

Me: X.x holy crap...all right! Sheesh, you cant take a joke!

-cricket-

Me: heh...um...Make sure you all review! -runs for life-