Hey there! I really love the ideas I've got here! For the purpose of this story, let's make ephedrine a weak form of Novocain because I've researched and all I found on ephedrine was a bunch of big medical words that made my head hurt. And does anyone know what cyanide is? I remember saying cyanide is one of the bases in DNA but it was cytosine… You'll find out why I am asking this later.

DISCLAIMER: don't own either of them. This story has an alternative name, though, because I love the idea I assembled from the CD and it just seems so serious that it shouldn't have a name from a CD, but it should because it's following the events of it…I'm rambling.

Pretype start: August 24th, 2005

Pretype middle 1: August 25th, 2005

Pretype middle 2: August 29th, 2005

Pretype end: September 4, 2005, 8: 45 pm

RATING: T for…just because! For once, it's not terribly bloody or earth-shattering! Ok, slightly bloody and interesting imagery, but at least it's not gory!

Chapter 2

"Give 'Em Hell, Kid"

Danny sat on the train seat exhaustedly. Why did it have to happen to Tucker? Tucker was his responsibility! Danny was like his guardian angel. His safety was in his hands, and what did he do? He let it slip. The best he could do is pray. Pray for his life. Pray he can see what's happening.

A cell phone played a funky tune and vibrated off his neck. Danny clipped the cell phone off his neck and sighed into it as he prepared to greet the person calling him. "Hi." He really didn't have the urge to be cheerful; Tucker had been in extensive care at the hospital for a week, he really didn't need anything other than Tucker at the moment.

"Danny?"

"Mrs. Foley?" asked Danny.

"Yes."

"What's going on? Is Tucker okay?" asked Danny in a flurry while giving himself a mental kick. WHY did he have to leave for New Orleans right now? He should have stayed, been his guardian angel and fought off all his pain, especially since he was in the hospital.

"Yes, yes, Danny, we've just found some brain activity." Danny breathed a sigh of relief. Tucker was okay! He was alive! For now, at least.

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In the hospital, Tucker desperately tried to lift his arms. Nothing. He tried tilting his head. Nothing. No matter how hard he commanded his limbs to move, they would not budge. He could feel his brow furrow, but was sure it didn't. He wanted to twist and turn, leave the bed more than ever now.

He wanted to jump out, all better and not endure his mind's plunges into memories. He could feel his mind empty out and everything he could tell left him, leaving him inconsolably empty. At last, through the blackness, everything returned to him and a scene blurred before him. There was a train station in New Orleans and it was emptying. A familiar face looking down at the ground in shame came off the train with a small backpack slung over an arm covered in a white fabric, a part of a T-shirt.

The boy looked up reluctantly, grudgingly brushing raven hair from his baby blue eyes. Danny, thought Tucker. But…this didn't happen. This wasn't a memory. He could faintly make out what Danny was saying.

"Ugh," he said, shaking his head. "One week since he was put in extensive care at the hospital and all we find is brain waves."

Wait, I'm in extensive care in the hospital, thought Tucker. And this is like brain waves! Oh my god, I'm seeing what's happening to Danny. Holy…wait, who is that guy in the shadow?

Indeed, there was a man in the shadows of the train station. Tucker could barely make out a figure, but it was wearing a suit and it had its hair tied back into a ponytail at its nape. He immediately identified it as Vlad. A sudden anger surged through him and felt a strong desire to grab him by the neck and throttle him. But he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. This man was responsible for all the recent events! If I'm going to die, thought Tucker, the last thing I'm ever going to do is choke Vlad so hard his ass will explode!

As Danny was about to turn the other way, head still down, Vlad swooped out of the shadow and grabbed him in a headlock. Danny was struggling for air, his teeth gritted.

"What the hell are you doing here?" whispered Vlad to him as he choked Danny with all his might.

"What the hell are YOU doing here?" squeezed out Danny. Vlad managed to pull out a needle and stuck it in Danny's left arm. Injecting it, Danny felt slightly woozy. He needed to stay awake. Or he was ending up with Tucker. And that wouldn't end up pretty. Danny fought it off eventually and continued with a stronger urge to finish off Vlad once and for all than he had ever felt before.

He finally got a good grip against Vlad's arms and got him off his neck by flipping him over like a pancake. Vlad hit the ground hard and he closed his eyes, mouth open, but did not say anything. Instead, he opened his eyes and contorted his face into a sly expression.

By now, several people were staring at the scene. Vlad slowly got up, moaning, as if he were about to collapse. Danny still stood in a battling position, legs spread apart, arms up, hands curled in fists. His eyes burned with fire into Vlad's and he wanted nothing more than to punch him hard in the face, to just grab him by the neck, squeeze and then kick him in the balls particularly hard.

But no, not yet. He was still getting up, he wasn't yet up in a ready position. With all these onlookers, he'd better make the fight look fair. Vlad grudgingly and painfully got into a position similar of Danny's.

Danny finally prepared. He socked Vlad in the stomach, who caved in, legs blocking any passage to the prime area. For now, he'd have settle for other places. Danny swiftly swiped his foot through Vlad's and he lost balance. Still caved in pain, Vlad fell over sideways in a position as if he were still standing up, now curled in a ball.

Danny looked at him pitifully and moved behind him. He moved behind Vlad and gave him a hard, well-deserved kick up the butt.

"That's for sending my best friend to the hospital!" he said. "Intensive care!" he said a little more loudly, and kicked him even harder. Vlad didn't know what position to take. Wherever he lay, Danny would still hit him. No getting around that.

Tucker stared in awe at what he saw. Danny was sweet enough to grab Vlad and give him the beating that's been awaiting him for years. Twenty years, to be exact, really. Tucker was still surprised, though; both Danny and Tucker knew that Vlad was much stronger than that. But the both of them also knew that watching his face screwed in pain felt oh, so nice.

Danny looked pitifully onto Vlad's curled form and said, "You deserved it. Big time." With that, Danny grabbed his bag and walked out of the train station past stunned, scared faces as if Vlad hadn't even been there in the first place.

Tucker fell back and the world became black. The floor was swept from beneath his feet. He couldn't breathe and through the blackness his mind played tricks on him. Then, with a hard crash, he landed on a soft mattress with the covers over him. His mind stopped and it raced off thinking. His vision no longer played tricks, but stayed one solid color of black. The color he was always seeing. Whether it be on Danny's head or the road that he was found on.

His mind stopped all processes, cutting itself off to listen in on the conversation.

"Look at his state, he's getting worse!"

"We need immediate help!"

"Get the medicine, get the shots, get anything to save this boy!"

It was then that Tucker noticed how amazingly tired he was. It was as if his eyes were closing beneath closed lids and he was plunged into a darker abyss than ever. In this state, he could still listen in, but now neon pink fish played the ukulele with flowers made out of light bulbs serenading him to sleep.

"We're losing him!"

"He's detaching with reality!"

"He's—"

Tucker was gone, sure he was smiling and could feel himself singing (horribly) with the light bulb flowers and strumming a pretend ukulele with the fish, flopping in the same pattern. Or so he could see himself doing so.

"He's gone."

Tucker could no longer hear the conversations and felt a heavy burden lift off of him as he continued playing as if he was not eighteen, but five years old.

In the hospital room, Jazz stood biting her nails and lip as nurses and doctors rushed in and out of the room, checking the IV and EKG every few seconds, among other things.

"Will he be alright?" she asked.

"We've had this case only once before. He's plunged into a vision of the real world, showing what's happening to the person he cares about most, no matter where they are. Almost like he's psychic, except he's seeing the present. Then, when he's back out of it, he's shoved into a deep part of his subconscious that keeps a very young version of his mind, no older than five years old. Some sensation, like that of being high or the like, overtakes him and he participates in his crazy record of his youth. Unfortunately, short afterwards, a terrible nightmare takes over and he can't get out."

"What happened?" asked Jazz, trembling with fear.

"Well, the other patient who had it…well, he was scarred for life. not long after."

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LYRICS TO GIVE 'EM HELL, KID:

Oh baby here comes the sound! I took a train outta New Orleans. And they shot me full of ephedrine. This is how we like to do it at the m u r d e r scene. Can we settle up the score? If you were here. I'd never have a fear. So go on live your life. But I miss you more than I did yesterday. You're so far away. So c'mon show me how. 'Cause I mean this more than firing squad or the mess you made. Well don't I look pretty walking down the street. In the best damn dress I own? We are young and we don't care. Your dreams and hopeless hair. We never wanted it to be this way. For all our lives. Do you care at all?

Chapter 2

Chapter 3: whenever…

Sorry this took so long to get up. I was writing the freakishly revised version for my friend and I write that one first then I fix it up for this version and add anything that should be there. It took a long time to write because I was working on it on and off for a while. SORRY! Also, I got the image up for this story. It's uploaded on Photobucket, but my account isn't cooperating! Wait, it's fixed now. It's a little resized, so some of the text is screwy and the images aren't exactly as they should be, but it's okay.

Here's the link (take out the spaces): http /img . photobucket . com / albums / v206 / eereesa / ThreeCheersforSweetRevengecover . png

Yeah. Long. Sorry. But in my opinion, it's worth it, especially since it was all done in Paint.

Well, school's starting in two days (to be one in 3 hours and 35 minutes) and I'm working on my novel in a frenzy. The camping trip was awesome, especially the rafting in the rapids!

Last note, please review! I BEG OF YOU! And if you do, please (please) tell me if this made you feel it as much as chapter 1 did. If not, tell me why. Because I was aiming for you guys to feel depending on the knowledge already in your head. But please tell me. Bye!