Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light
What Do We Know Beyond the Rapture and the Dread?
Wednesday, January Sixteenth, 7:31 A.M…
I woke with crooks in my neck that made me wince and groan. No one moved me from my little spot on the couch. Chris had left at some point. Despite this, I wasn’t alone.
The five boys gathered in the front lounge. Ryan and Vinny sipped on coffee and chatted. Ghost, Chris, and Balz were all lounging around, silently doing their own task. I lay still, closing my eyes again.
“Hey Rory, wake up. Ricky will be here soon.” Ghost whispered to me, leaning over. His breath tickled my neck. I shivered a little opened my eyes again. So much for trying to go back to sleep. I sat up slowly. Ghost looked happily down at me, his eyes bright in the morning light that lit the room like warm butter.
Chris came over, sitting next to me. He handed me a glass of juice and a piece of toast with butter on it. I took it from him, murmuring a thanks. The juice was sweet against my tongue. I thirstily downed the sugary drink and consumed the dry toast. It wasn’t full of taste, but it did fill me up.
Ghost ran his hand through the white part of his hair. I never really noticed that. He must’ve dyed it since I last saw him. It looked good on him. Chris took the glass, putting it in the dishwasher. I curled up against the arm of the chair, wrapping the blanket around me. I yawned quietly. The clock ticked on quietly in the background.
“When’s Ricky supposed to be here?” Balz asked Chris quietly. Chris shrugged.
“Don’t know.”
That’s when the door exploded.
Okay, maybe not really literally exploded, but it was kicked open and a very pissed looking Ricky Horror came in, his face twisted into a vicious snarl, hands balled into fists, and a glare to disintegrate those who got in his path. He stormed into the bus, like an angry god read to destroy the world.
“Where is she?” He growled. Chris stood up. I stood up with him, making a leap at the guitarist. Ricky spotted me right as I stood up. I wobbled into his arms. He caught me before I could even take a step. His hands held me tightly against his chest like he was trying to make me melt into his body. One hand wrapped around my back, the other against my head. I buried my nose into his collarbone, smiling with joy.
“You bastards better explain what you did to her so I can decide whose face gets rearranged first.” Ricky growled. Chris held up his hands, the lights illuminating his serious face. I waited out the storm for I was too afraid to actually interfere.
“Hey, we didn’t do anything to her!” Balz defended. Ricky shot him a look to shut him up. The bus fell to a silence that was almost deafening. Chris took a step forward. Ricky turned me away from him. I reached up, pleading.
They may have hurt me before, but Ricky was going to tear their throats out for something they haven’t done now.
My hands touched his face, bringing his attention back to me. I cupped his face gently, forcing his eyes to lock onto mine. I pulled away just enough for him to really focus. “Ricky, didn’t hurt me.” I whispered softly. His eyes were flooded in a whirlpool of emotions. Every muscle in his body was rigid.
“No, you could just be saying that because-“
“Ricky, listen to me. Ricky, Ricky, focus.” I whispered his name. I stroked his cheek gently with my thumb and leaned onto my right leg as cramps started in my left ankle. He looked deflated as I watched him relax. His head bowed and I took him into my arms. His hands rubbed my back. His forehead rested against my shoulder.
“I don’t want to lose you again.” He mumbled. I kissed his cheek.
“Hey, you won’t.”
But that was the biggest lie I ever told.
I knew that I was leaving, with or without Ricky knowing. I’m getting out of here. Whether I can find out where to meet the next band or not, I am leaving. Whether Ricky drives me away from this hell hole or not, I’m leaving. If I have to escape, so be it. If I have to leave Ricky behind, well, that’s just a cost. I have to get out of here. I have to get to Virgo and to my parents. I have to get home.
Thing is, Ricky promised me he wouldn’t make me stay on the bus. He made a promise. He won’t break his promise. He said he wouldn’t even BEG me to stay on the bus. If I told him I was escaping, he wouldn’t let the others know. He would understand.
Right?
He had to.
“Ricky, we have some things to discuss.” Chris asked quietly. Ricky looked up, at first harshly, but his eyes softened as I lowered my hand into his. I squeezed it slightly, letting him know I was alright. The guitarist sighed and followed the singer and Ghost to the back lounge. I was left with Balz, Ryan, and Vinny in the front.
“Hey, uh, you wanna, uh, play, um…checkers?” Ryan asked me. I shrugged and nodded. He seemed to relax a little and that made me ease up. He wasn’t mad. That was okay.
Ryan brought out the chess board and we began to play.
The game didn’t last long. I beat him in a record ten minutes. It was pretty great, actually. Ryan just scowled and grumbled and then I faced off against Ghost. It wasn’t too bad. After Vinny was done teasing the others for losing to me, we all took out cards and made a game of heads up, the game where you have to ask questions and ask what’s on your forehead.
Ricky’s POV
“What is it?” I growled, irked that they were taking me away from Rory right as I got back to her.
“We have some seriously bad news.” Chris told me. He sat down next to Ghost and across from me on the couch. I just stared that down. I folded my arms across my chest. What could possibly be worse than right now?
“Okay, what happened? I swear, if you got Rory pregnant…” I started angrily. Ghost held his hands up.
“Oh no no no…Nothing like that. I promise to you, Rick, Chris didn’t hurt Rory. Actually, he helped her. He made sure she was eating and drinking some water.” Ghost defended. I relaxed a little, but felt on edge. Something was ticking in the back of my mind. What could be bad?
“Well, what’s bad?”
“Bring Me the Horizon is back in the States.” Chris murmured. I froze. The heat seemed to drain from my face. Okay, okay, but they don’t know that Rory escaped, right? Or do they?
“Okay, but Rory is safe, right? She’s fine. They don’t have to worry about her.” I gulped. Chris shook his head and slid me a manila folder. The front had one name that made me bite my lip and bury my head into my hands.
“You can’t tell Rory about this. You know how headstrong she is. If she knows, she’ll just try to escape and help her out. If you tell her, she might be beaten, taken back, or worse. The less she knows, the less danger she’s in. We need to keep her on the bus, away from the any other bands. We can’t take Rory home until we have her as well.” Ghost told me, patting my shoulder gently.
“This can’t be true.” I groaned. This was going to destroy Rory. I took one more look at the folder. The worst thing had finally happened.
Bring Me the Horizon had stolen Rory’s sister, Virgo.
I woke with crooks in my neck that made me wince and groan. No one moved me from my little spot on the couch. Chris had left at some point. Despite this, I wasn’t alone.
The five boys gathered in the front lounge. Ryan and Vinny sipped on coffee and chatted. Ghost, Chris, and Balz were all lounging around, silently doing their own task. I lay still, closing my eyes again.
“Hey Rory, wake up. Ricky will be here soon.” Ghost whispered to me, leaning over. His breath tickled my neck. I shivered a little opened my eyes again. So much for trying to go back to sleep. I sat up slowly. Ghost looked happily down at me, his eyes bright in the morning light that lit the room like warm butter.
Chris came over, sitting next to me. He handed me a glass of juice and a piece of toast with butter on it. I took it from him, murmuring a thanks. The juice was sweet against my tongue. I thirstily downed the sugary drink and consumed the dry toast. It wasn’t full of taste, but it did fill me up.
Ghost ran his hand through the white part of his hair. I never really noticed that. He must’ve dyed it since I last saw him. It looked good on him. Chris took the glass, putting it in the dishwasher. I curled up against the arm of the chair, wrapping the blanket around me. I yawned quietly. The clock ticked on quietly in the background.
“When’s Ricky supposed to be here?” Balz asked Chris quietly. Chris shrugged.
“Don’t know.”
That’s when the door exploded.
Okay, maybe not really literally exploded, but it was kicked open and a very pissed looking Ricky Horror came in, his face twisted into a vicious snarl, hands balled into fists, and a glare to disintegrate those who got in his path. He stormed into the bus, like an angry god read to destroy the world.
“Where is she?” He growled. Chris stood up. I stood up with him, making a leap at the guitarist. Ricky spotted me right as I stood up. I wobbled into his arms. He caught me before I could even take a step. His hands held me tightly against his chest like he was trying to make me melt into his body. One hand wrapped around my back, the other against my head. I buried my nose into his collarbone, smiling with joy.
“You bastards better explain what you did to her so I can decide whose face gets rearranged first.” Ricky growled. Chris held up his hands, the lights illuminating his serious face. I waited out the storm for I was too afraid to actually interfere.
“Hey, we didn’t do anything to her!” Balz defended. Ricky shot him a look to shut him up. The bus fell to a silence that was almost deafening. Chris took a step forward. Ricky turned me away from him. I reached up, pleading.
They may have hurt me before, but Ricky was going to tear their throats out for something they haven’t done now.
My hands touched his face, bringing his attention back to me. I cupped his face gently, forcing his eyes to lock onto mine. I pulled away just enough for him to really focus. “Ricky, didn’t hurt me.” I whispered softly. His eyes were flooded in a whirlpool of emotions. Every muscle in his body was rigid.
“No, you could just be saying that because-“
“Ricky, listen to me. Ricky, Ricky, focus.” I whispered his name. I stroked his cheek gently with my thumb and leaned onto my right leg as cramps started in my left ankle. He looked deflated as I watched him relax. His head bowed and I took him into my arms. His hands rubbed my back. His forehead rested against my shoulder.
“I don’t want to lose you again.” He mumbled. I kissed his cheek.
“Hey, you won’t.”
But that was the biggest lie I ever told.
I knew that I was leaving, with or without Ricky knowing. I’m getting out of here. Whether I can find out where to meet the next band or not, I am leaving. Whether Ricky drives me away from this hell hole or not, I’m leaving. If I have to escape, so be it. If I have to leave Ricky behind, well, that’s just a cost. I have to get out of here. I have to get to Virgo and to my parents. I have to get home.
Thing is, Ricky promised me he wouldn’t make me stay on the bus. He made a promise. He won’t break his promise. He said he wouldn’t even BEG me to stay on the bus. If I told him I was escaping, he wouldn’t let the others know. He would understand.
Right?
He had to.
“Ricky, we have some things to discuss.” Chris asked quietly. Ricky looked up, at first harshly, but his eyes softened as I lowered my hand into his. I squeezed it slightly, letting him know I was alright. The guitarist sighed and followed the singer and Ghost to the back lounge. I was left with Balz, Ryan, and Vinny in the front.
“Hey, uh, you wanna, uh, play, um…checkers?” Ryan asked me. I shrugged and nodded. He seemed to relax a little and that made me ease up. He wasn’t mad. That was okay.
Ryan brought out the chess board and we began to play.
The game didn’t last long. I beat him in a record ten minutes. It was pretty great, actually. Ryan just scowled and grumbled and then I faced off against Ghost. It wasn’t too bad. After Vinny was done teasing the others for losing to me, we all took out cards and made a game of heads up, the game where you have to ask questions and ask what’s on your forehead.
Ricky’s POV
“What is it?” I growled, irked that they were taking me away from Rory right as I got back to her.
“We have some seriously bad news.” Chris told me. He sat down next to Ghost and across from me on the couch. I just stared that down. I folded my arms across my chest. What could possibly be worse than right now?
“Okay, what happened? I swear, if you got Rory pregnant…” I started angrily. Ghost held his hands up.
“Oh no no no…Nothing like that. I promise to you, Rick, Chris didn’t hurt Rory. Actually, he helped her. He made sure she was eating and drinking some water.” Ghost defended. I relaxed a little, but felt on edge. Something was ticking in the back of my mind. What could be bad?
“Well, what’s bad?”
“Bring Me the Horizon is back in the States.” Chris murmured. I froze. The heat seemed to drain from my face. Okay, okay, but they don’t know that Rory escaped, right? Or do they?
“Okay, but Rory is safe, right? She’s fine. They don’t have to worry about her.” I gulped. Chris shook his head and slid me a manila folder. The front had one name that made me bite my lip and bury my head into my hands.
“You can’t tell Rory about this. You know how headstrong she is. If she knows, she’ll just try to escape and help her out. If you tell her, she might be beaten, taken back, or worse. The less she knows, the less danger she’s in. We need to keep her on the bus, away from the any other bands. We can’t take Rory home until we have her as well.” Ghost told me, patting my shoulder gently.
“This can’t be true.” I groaned. This was going to destroy Rory. I took one more look at the folder. The worst thing had finally happened.
Bring Me the Horizon had stolen Rory’s sister, Virgo.
Notes
So they have Virgo....What could this mean for Rory? What could possibly happen now???
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Hahaha thank you! Sorry I was watching Jane Eyre with my mommy
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