Author's note: Fffff…
Disclaimer: Jump for joy, this story ain't mine.
Chapter 3: Dead!, 4 years ago Overland
"The end and if your life won't wait…" My Chemical Romance, Dead!
Beep…Beep…beep… BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
Gregor heard the sound first, then the doctors. As they rushed to the bedside of a dying person, Gregor yelled and screamed. The assistants held him back but they were too weak, he broke free and rushed to the man's side. Gregor held the man's hand as the person slowly died.
A doctor tried to comfort Gregor, but Gregor wasn't listening. Gregor thought about what had happened, he thought about the last few hours of the person's life.
Gregor had been lifting weights while studying his history book when the first part of such a tragic event happened. While taking a break he looked out his window, two young teens were smoking. They were about sixteen and had an untidy appearance, another striking thing about them were that they had purple mohawks and contacts that made their eyes purple. That takes me back, thought Gregor. I guess I miss the underland a lot.
Gregor did not see one of them throw a dying match in his garage. That match would change his life forever. Gregor would blame himself for the demise of someone.
The garbage had a small bit of gas and tar on a rag because a mechanic had just come over to inspect their car because it wouldn't move. The car was clogged with tar in one of it's pipes causing it not to be able to move. The mechanic fixed it and threw his rag away, a very flammable rag. But now back to the story.
Gregor did not see the fire until too late. By the time he saw the lawn, it was in flames. His house was going to catch fire with it.
He quickly ran out of his room and yelled, "Fire!"
"What!?" came the surprised answer form his mom already taking notice to get the younger ones out.
"The lawn is on fire!" yelled Gregor.
"Oh my god!" gasped his mother.
"You get everyone out I'll get dad," said Gregor calming down.
"Don't boss me around!" said his mother.
"All right, fine I am just trying to make sure that everyone lives through this experience."
"Fine! Just go get your father!"
Gregor's mother ran out with the littler ones while Gregor ran to his father's room to get him out.
Unfortunately the words had caused the fire to have time to spread. Gregor's rager instincts took over the second he felt the heat. Soon he was fighting his instincts and the fire. He thrashed around in a vain effort to destroy fire that engulfed the entry to his father's room.
He got back to kitchen and got as much water out of the sink as possible. He ran back to his father's room and tossed the water on. The fire did not stop. It had only gone low enough for Gregor to jump over in a very acrobatic manner.
He saw his father near the door and carted him out. When they were in the safety of their back yard Gregor stopped and breathed. He hoped that no one was injured. Yet his hope was in vain.
Within a few minutes an ambulance arrived for someone. It went off as Gregor walked to the hospital.
Gregor stayed in the hospital the whole night. There the nurses and doctors tried to reassure him that everything was O.K., but it wasn't. Someone was dying, in mortal pain.
That person was coughing up blood in the next room, their chance of survival was slim. They would die…soon. There was nothing right with the world, it is all lies.
Now he left the hospital without telling anyone. He avoided all the doctors and patients. He just stood outside and walked home. Why not? What reason did he have to be there? His father was dead.