MCR Death Drabble #3: Bob
Title: The MCR Death Drabbles
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Rating: PG-13 ish
Warning: DEATH(S).
Notes: Thanks to crossbow1 for this title idea (and to Kaylie for the last one ^_^). A little more than a drabble, I know. Also: the thought of Bob driving a Mini Cooper will never fail to make me laugh. :D
3. A GOOD CAR TO DIE IN
Bob was ninety-five percent sure the Buick stopped at the traffic light a couple cars back was following him. He first saw it when he left his apartment that morning, noticing but thinking nothing of the strange car behind him as he ran his errands. In fact, he only began to get suspicious a couple hours later, when, as he was coming out of the music store, he recognized the same car parked around the corner, engine idling. As he pulled away from the building, the Buick shadowing his Mini, Bob realized something was up. Testing his theory, he sped up; the other car sped up, matching his speed. He slowed down, and the other car kept at the same pace, closing the gap. Well, fuck. Enough people still knew who he was to not take any chances with this. Stopping at a traffic light, he came up with a plan: when the light turned, he would take off down the street, turn at that corner with the gas station, and from there hopefully lose his pursuer in the twisting maze of streets near the freeway. He figured the two cars between the Mini and the Buick would buy him some time to carry out the plan. Half a minute later, the light changed and Bob accelerated down the otherwise-deserted street. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he cursed as he realized the other cars must have turned; the Buick was the only other car in sight. Formulating plans and about to turn back to the road, his gaze and train of thought were arrested by the occupants of the car. Bob stared at the two familiar men in the mirror, at a loss as to why his two recently deceased friends were shadowing him. Could he be mistaken? It certainly looked exactly like Frank and Gee, but-
The gas station rose to greet him, and his last thought before the car was engulfed in a roaring ball of flame was “Zombies? Fuck.”
Onward to #4
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Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Rating: PG-13 ish
Warning: DEATH(S).
Notes: Thanks to crossbow1 for this title idea (and to Kaylie for the last one ^_^). A little more than a drabble, I know. Also: the thought of Bob driving a Mini Cooper will never fail to make me laugh. :D
3. A GOOD CAR TO DIE IN
Bob was ninety-five percent sure the Buick stopped at the traffic light a couple cars back was following him. He first saw it when he left his apartment that morning, noticing but thinking nothing of the strange car behind him as he ran his errands. In fact, he only began to get suspicious a couple hours later, when, as he was coming out of the music store, he recognized the same car parked around the corner, engine idling. As he pulled away from the building, the Buick shadowing his Mini, Bob realized something was up. Testing his theory, he sped up; the other car sped up, matching his speed. He slowed down, and the other car kept at the same pace, closing the gap. Well, fuck. Enough people still knew who he was to not take any chances with this. Stopping at a traffic light, he came up with a plan: when the light turned, he would take off down the street, turn at that corner with the gas station, and from there hopefully lose his pursuer in the twisting maze of streets near the freeway. He figured the two cars between the Mini and the Buick would buy him some time to carry out the plan. Half a minute later, the light changed and Bob accelerated down the otherwise-deserted street. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he cursed as he realized the other cars must have turned; the Buick was the only other car in sight. Formulating plans and about to turn back to the road, his gaze and train of thought were arrested by the occupants of the car. Bob stared at the two familiar men in the mirror, at a loss as to why his two recently deceased friends were shadowing him. Could he be mistaken? It certainly looked exactly like Frank and Gee, but-
The gas station rose to greet him, and his last thought before the car was engulfed in a roaring ball of flame was “Zombies? Fuck.”
Onward to #4
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