I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update! But I'm getting, like, 20 new books (YAY obsession!) and my school is doing a program for my grade where we get to go to the CNBC station for a few weeks, and I can't pass that up! PLUS I just got another idea for a book, much more mature than my Test Subject series. It's called Orange. And although I'm only writing chapter 1 (hey, there's a prologue!), I love it already! It was partially inspired by this story, so if you ever find that book out, you might end up feeling the same way you did with this story. That is, if you read it.
AND why is no one looking? I know I'm doing very mean things, but hey, one day, you are going to see something really bad happen, and you know, it's not always that great. I'm not particularly happy with this story either; while I finished typing up chapters 4, 6, 7, and now this one, I felt totally guilty and sick for what I was doing, so please look and review!
NOTE: someone pointed out to me that O was the only blood type that could take its own, so chapter 1 will be edited when this is finished, and Tucker's blood type is NOW O. Sorry, I'm an astronomy geek, not biology!
DISCLAIMER: I'm sorry; I didn't invent MCR or DP!
RATED: T for mature themes, blood, and language (ah, it's highe !).
Chapter 8
"Thank You For The Venom"
Tucker sat on the couch, thinking his choice over. What could he do? The world was entirely fake, and at any moment, the sky could rip open and take his life away. The sky could take away everyone who had ever mattered to him easily, so why stay and wait it out? Why stay and handle the pain when he could just leave them all and not endure the illusions?
He was entirely shaken, he could not go a minute without thinking…what if it had been real? What if that knife he held really was in his hand? What if Danny and Sam really were in that little pool of their internal liquid? What if it all had happened?
But it was partially true. Sam's fate in his dream had come true. It had been several months without the girl and nothing seemed right without her. And Tucker kept feeling as if her loss of life was all his fault for knowing what was to come and not doing anything about it.
He didn't want it. Who would? Life was not worth all the pain and he knew this well enough. He was not going to deny it, for it would make the illusion life just that much more delirious than it already was.
He still remembered Sam's funeral. He had a last chance to see her and his hopes that she died quietly were squashed. He saw her whole body, lips still slightly smiling, covered in red liquid, much of it dried in the coffin. It pained him greatly to see this, his best friend like that. Was life enjoyable that way? What was life like bleeding on the floor? Not good, he thought, but if I end up that way, it's for the better.
It was decided, then.
He was to leave, leave his terrorized thoughts, leave his nightmares, leave behind all the illusion one had to get past to really live up in heaven. He knew it was worth it. If he stayed long enough. If anyone gave him a truly good or beautiful reason to stay on the worthless chunk of dirt, he'd take it. But no one offered it, and so he was going to die quietly, leaving everyone clueless.
Tucker knew he kept some of his needed things up in his room. Yes, he was paranoid, but an anonymous person had once mailed him some of these strange things as a joke. But he never threw them out, being the humorous guy he was.
This wasn't funny, and it never would be. This was a matter of staying or running. Tucker picked running. He rummaged through the boxes in his closet, finding the one he needed. He carefully lifted the shoebox lid from it, peering inside at the objects he'd last see on this earth.
He took all of its contents and, in frenzy, ran to the park. He knew no one was ever there, and he wouldn't be interrupted with his sealed fate. Tucker picked a quiet spot in the park, one only he and Danny knew about.
Tucker took the vial, looking at it eye level. Just the right amount. He uncorked the vial, smelling the fumes from the liquid. Very intoxicating, and that was good in his case. Please, just take me out soon, he thought.
"Thank you for the venom," he muttered almost as if a toast at a dinner party, downing the green poison as quickly as he could. There was no taste, and it just added to the benefits of it.
He began getting dizzy. His legs were bound to collapse under him, he knew it. The world was spinning, and his head hurt like hell. Soon, his whole body began to ache uncontrollably and he fell into a deep pit of heat, unable to get out of it.
The last thing he saw…a person.
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Danny was out for a walk again in the park, strolling in the area he and Tucker had founded themselves. Sam would've loved this area. He should've shown it to her before…it. But it was too late, and the best he could now do for her is walk down this path, try to show her something on his account and hope she was watching over him.
Something rustled ominously in the grass. He suddenly grew wary; was it Valerie? Or perhaps someone just waiting to beat him up?
Someone dropped to the ground! Who else could be here? Danny rushed to the other side, regardless. If someone dropped to the ground, someone was injured. No matter what. And he would not let what happened to his Sam happen to anyone else.
The other side, the grass, revealed an African American boy his age. Red beret. Cargo pants. Yellow shirt. Tucker.
Tucker was lying on the grass, coughing violently, some red liquid spurting out of his dry lips. His eyes were squeezed shut and he moaned loudly, as if complaining to the heavens. Soon, he was coughing up blood violently, some of it caking on his lips.
"Tucker!" murmured Danny, running over to him and staring him in the eyes through his large glasses. He would not let anyone else die the way his dear Sammy did.
Danny looked around for the cause of this and found a box. A box that he remembered. It contained a gun with one bullet, a vial of poison, and a bottle of pills. Yet, he had no idea who had sent it.
"Damn you to hell, Dash."
That was all he said before sweeping Tucker into his arms and pocketing the weapons. With tears slowly trickling down his face, he pulled Tucker into the hospital. His whole world was slowly falling apart, and the longer it took, the more painful it was. He wanted out as well, and was not both surprised and not surprised by Tucker's actions. Unfortunately, he couldn't do the same. Sam wouldn't want it, and she was the only reason he was still living, alive or not.
He managed to pull Tucker into the hospital before he suffered from major blood loss. However, he thought he was near that point, and therefore rushed him into emergency.
Tucker coughed up a large deal of blood as he walked in. Several nurses swarmed him and pulled him into a room, leaving Danny to himself to wallow in his mind. Everyone in his life was soon going to be lost in the Ghost Zone as ghosts. Everyone was falling apart and drifting off into sea, each little iceberg not daring to get near the other.
A broken family is horrible.
A broken relationship is worse.
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Danny had overheard the conversation between the doctors as he tried to sleep overnight at the hospital, but Sam's spirit, it seemed, now lived in him and haunted him for leaving her to go.
"What? Again?" said the doctor.
"Yes, again. We need it now!" said the nurse urgently.
"But we're running out!"
"We're not going to lose this boy!" she argued.
"He wanted to lose himself!"
"But that was probably spur of the moment! If we don't help, everyone he knows will seriously regret it!"
"Alright. But we barely have enough for him, let alone the other patients. And more blood will not be coming until next month!"
"We'll just have to make do."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm always sure." But the doctor never heard the second part: "For the most part."
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Tucker had been in intensive care for a while again. A week later, he woke up in a hospital gown, surprised that he was able to wake up. His mind had still not changed, and was quite off that Danny had brought him in. Why couldn't he just leave him to go down in the park all alone where no one would find him? He wanted to be lost, totally lost, totally out of the way of the horrible land, and Danny couldn't respect it!
All alone. The clock read seven in the morning. No visitors. Perfect. Another chance to do it, and this time he didn't care. He wanted to leave, and this time, no one would stop him! The torture would end, he'd leave, and join Sam up in that big cloud in Heaven!
Tucker shakily stepped out of the bed, shivering in the breeze from the open window. But he ignored it. He rummaged in his pant pocket, now hanging on the chair for visitors, and found a box of pills. He smiled.
"Sayonara, everyone," he muttered, taking out five of the aspirins. Going into the bathroom, he downed them all at once, drowning them in tap water. Once again, he became woozy as he stepped out. Moaning, he fell to the ground in sick, twisted happiness.
He writhed in pain, but felt no movement again. If he was supposed to have gone by now, why could he still feel the pain?
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LYRICS TO THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM:
Sister, I'm not much a poet but a criminal. And you never had a chance. Love it or leave it you can't understand. A pretty face but you do so carry on. I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me. I'm just the way that the doctor made me. On and on. Love is the red the rose on your coffin door. What's life like bleeding on the floor? You'll never make me leave. I wear this on my sleeve. Give me a reason to believe. So gimme all your poison. And gimme all your pills. And gimme all your hopeless hearts and make me ill. You're running after something that you'll never k i l l. If this is what you want. Then fire at will. Preach all you want but who's gonna save me? I keep a gun on the book you gave me. Hallelujah lock and load. Black is the kiss the touch of a serpent son. It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one. Fire at will.
Chapter 8
Chapter 9: sometime…
I officially dislike myself for this chapter. It totally sucks. It's basically a filler that shows Tucker's status and what happened. Yeah, that high-happy dream actually had a purpose. (GASP!) Please tell me what you thought of it, this story is going through editing later because I love it so much!
Refer to Scrapes and Scratches for my plans of November (SORRY!) and also for Coming Soon and Today fiction stories, because I'm too lazy right now. Sorry. Be glad I updated.