Title: Afterlife
Author: onlylirael
Pairing: Ray/Bob, kinda.
Rating: R
POV: Third, Ray-centered.
Summary: Bob just needed to know.
Disclaimer: My Disclaimer Here
Author Notes: Crossposted. Deal. I blame this entirely on tiktac who unleashed demons that I usually do not let inspire me to write.
Dedications: To Emmy and Frank and Tikky. And everyone who loves and hates my writing. Means I must be doing something right.
WARNINGS: Blood, violence, DEATH ALL OVER. This does not necessarily contain happy endings.



"I just...I just need to know." Bob said shaking his head and looking at the beaten and mangled form of his friend. "You can tell me, right? You'll tell me?"

Ray looked at Bob in desperate confusion, this couldn't be the person he once knew. Once cared for. He didn't know what had happened to cause this but Bob had lost it somewhere along the line. It was him and it wasn't him. He took a shallow breath, compounding all the pain running through his body. Sharp pains ran everywhere, from broken bones, shallow cuts and deep bruises. He could feel blood trickling along his neck and slowly he was loosing feeling in his hands and feet. Those last few injuries Bob did had definitely secured his death. It wouldn't be long until he was gone. Just like Mikey and Frank and Gerard, who lay broken, pale and rust-colored in the corner of Bob's room; like old, broken porcelain dolls in a dusty attic, forgotten. Where Ray had discovered them just a few hours ago; each disappeared over the past week and nothing had been thought of it too much. Mikey wandered off for days and Frank and Gerard always went to find him.

Bob had noticed Ray's gaze, kicking one of their dead friends in the side. Hands shoved in his pockets like he was just kicking the tire of a car that broke down. Except tires didn't make sickening crunches. "They couldn't tell me. I asked them, I was so nice, and they couldn't tell me. But I need to know Ray. Why wouldn't they tell me?"

His blue eyes looked so troubled and sad and confused. Ray couldn't stop thinking of him as Bob because he could still see Bob. It was more than just the fact Bob didn't look much different besides the darker bags under his eyes and the blood staining his clothes and hands; streaks of red in his hair from when he had tucked it behind his ear. Ray had seen that same scared face on Bob before, when he had come so close to dying. This was the same frightened, hurt Bob that Ray had seen countless of times. The Bob he loved. And even with the smell of his dead friends permeating his slowly fogging senses, even with Bob being covered in Ray's own blood, Ray couldn't help but feel the ache in his chest. The ache that always came when his love was hurt. Ray looked up at Bob, still making him out even as his gaze felt like there was a dimmer switch attached to it that was being turned down. "What do you want to know?"

Ray's words were much less clear, due to the blood trickling out of his mouth and the fact his lips were swollen and torn. Teeth missing, what had to be a punctured lung and he had bitten through his tongue; the injury list just went on. But everything was temporarily forgotten as Bob looked bright and hopeful for a few seconds, just like an eager puppy. The same look he got whenever someone offered to teach him how to use new sound equipment or a new electric toy. "I knew you wouldn't let me down Ray." Bob said as he sat down close to where Ray lay, immediately wiping away blood off of Ray's face and running his hand gently along bruised cheekbone. Shining eyes caught Ray's for a second, the same swirling mix of blue, grey and something just clear that Ray saw every day, "Tell me what you see Ray. Tell me if there's something. There can't just be nothing after."

His own cold fingers somehow grasped the knife buried deep in his thigh, wrenching it free without pain since Ray lost feeling in that leg minutes ago. Blood made his hand slip along the handle, cutting his palm a little as he held it. He wasn't even sure if he could move that arm much anymore but it was the only limb that he could still feel that wasn't bent at inhuman angles. So this is what it had all been about, this was what Bob was so worried about. "Of course I'll tell you Bob, just lay with me and we'll wait together."

Ray could barely feel the weight of Bob next to him but he could feel the forehead against his own, the whisper of breath across his own barely breathing lips. "'kay. Sorry I hurt you but I needed to know."

"I know Bob." Ray said ignoring the small tear that trickled out of his good eye opening his eyes once to look at Bob's closed ones His still innocent face. Ray closed his eyes again, to close himself off from the pain and reality of the moment. Slowly he moved the knife, ignoring the searing pain as he managed to move it enough to drive the knife between ribs, piercing Bob's heart. "We'll find out together okay?"



[I'm so sorry. Written in about three minutes because of Tikky's bad influence on my other muse who I never use. Will post the next chapter of BGP to make up for the emo in 12 hours or less.]