Ok, everytime I listen to ‘Lying From You’, I see this video in my head. And so, I’m going to write it for you… here it is!!!! Maybe this will develop into something, maybe just a standalone, I dunno, you review and tell me!!! ^_^

Lying From You

by ShadowGraffiti

The night was dark, casting shadows over the city. It wasn’t like every other place in the world… because every other place, there was happiness, even if it was small, to be found somewhere.

In this town, though, everyone belonged to a gang. That was the biggest decision made in any resident’s life… what gang he would join. If he picked a good one, he lived his life normally with tons of people to protect him. If he picked a wrong one, he had to carry out their orders… had to be what they wanted… even had to kill for them…

And yet, there were some who resisited.

A young man burst into view from behind a building that ended the alley. He had short, blond hair, thick glasses, a black, long-sleeved shirt and baggy, chaki pants. He looked like a normal gangster…

He was far from it.

Chester was running… running from his gang. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had been running down the alley, deciding whether to go straight or right, when he had seen them through the window of the building that faced down the alley to his right. He realized they planned to ambush him…

So when he burst around the corner, deciding to take the alley to the right, he wasn’t completely composed… in fact, he looked much like a dog skidding across a tile floor, legs flailing, trying to gain balance. His skidded down the path he had been running in, legs flailing, as if he were running, three times before he touched the ground.

The second Chester set his foot on the ground and pushed himself into the air, a loud crash filled his ears. He looked over his shoulder to see the shadowed heads of those he was running from inside the building, the shattered glass of the window they’d just broken littering the floor.

Had he continued looking over his shoulder, he would have seen them roughely shove the one in the middle out the window. He was lucky, having chosen to wear black pants and long sleeves, or else the broken glass could have served as a problem. Michael, or Mike as everyone called him, slowly started to push himself up from the ground.

“When I pretend everything is what I want it to be…” as he got to his feet, his eyes drifted to those still inside the building, pointing after Chester, telling him to go, “I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see…” He started down the alley, determination in his eyes… in the very way he held himself…

He slowed his pace slightly, looking to the side of him. One of his superious stood on a high crate, pointing down the alley Chester had dissapeared down. Mike absently wondered why Rob hadn’t chased after the escapee.

After all, Chester was their greatest assasin… he was what made their gang what it was…

“When I pretend, I can forget about the criminal I am, stealing second after second just ‘cause I know I can…”

As he rounded the corner, out of sight from his superiours, he stopped, hanging his head slightly, wondering to himself…

“But, I can’t pretend this is the way it will stay, I’m just…”

“Trying to bend the truth…” He heard the voice crystal clear, and raised his glare to meet Chester’s frightened gaze as he jumped away from the window.

Chester heard Mike nearing. The gangster was known for his speed.

“I can’t pretend I’m who you want me to be, so I’m…”

Chester spun around. Mike was standing in the doorway of the second-story room already. Chester felt his face twist into rage.

“Lying… my way from… YOU!” As the last word was screamed, the room around them came to life. Around them were four people… Rob with a drumset, Brad with a guitar, Phoenix with a bass guitar, and Joe with turntables. The new light in the room shone on them as they played around the two in their center.

“No, no turning back now,” Mike told the young blonde. Desperation filled the assasin’s eyes.

“I wanna be pushed aside so let me GO!” he began looking around for somewhere to run.

“No, no turning back now,” the gangster repeated.

“Let me take back my life! I’d rather BE ALL ALONE!” Chester ran for the door, and Mike moved to block him.

“No turning back now,” he grinned, a strange sort of pleasure coming from seeing the assasin so frightened.

It faded, however, when the blonde dealt him a hard kick in the shins.

“Anywhere on my own, ‘cause I can see…”

“No, no turning back now,” Mike seethed from the ground, glaring at Chester.

“The very worst part of you… is me!” And with that, Chester ran from the room. The lights around them faded, as did the other four people, blending in with the shadows.

“I remember what they taught to me…” Slowly, Mike stood up to his full height. “Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be…” he said, looking around the room, eyes flashing dangerously. “Remember listening to all of that and this again…” he turned to the door, “So I pretended up a person who was fitting in…”

As he stepped outside, he saw Chester, examining something on the wall a little way down the hallway. It looked like a bloodstain of some kind, though all but the running bits at the bottom were hidden, resigning in shadow.

“And now you think this person really is me, and I’m…” Mike spoke mostly to Chester, the blonde spinning around to face him, shock written in his features.

“Trying to bend the truth…” Chester began backing down the hallway.

“The more I push, the more I’m pulling away…” Mike’s face twisting in anger as he advanced upon his target. “’Cause I’m…”

“Lying…” Chester stopped backing away, instead standing tall, clenching his fists in defiance, “my way… from… YOU!”

Light filled the hallway, illuminating all that was on the walls. What Chester had thought was a bloodstain was really nothing more than black paint that had dripped… dripped from a picture on the wall… a picture that was moving… a black image of a drummer…

Around them, on the wall, a black guitarist, bass player, and turntablelist came to life to join the drummer.

“No, no turning back now!” Mike growled, closing the gap between them.

“I wanna be pushed aside so let me GO!” Chester screamed, seeming rooted on the spot.

“No, no turning back now,” the dark-haired man was grinning in a sininster way, frightening the assasin.

“Let me take back my life! I’d rather BE ALL ALONE!” Chester screamed, while desperately looking for a way out.

“No turning back now,” Mike could easily block the stairs…

“Anywhere on my own, ‘cause I can see…” Finally, Chester’s eyes rested on his last option. Mike’s face fell when he realized what Chester was doing.

“No, no turning back now,” he shouted, trying to convince the assasin not to take it.

“The very worst part of you…” Chester’s face was set in defiance, triumph sparkling in his eyes, though his face was completely serious and eyes narrowed. He slowly backed towards the window. He failed to notice the hint of concern in his opponents eyes. “The very worst part of you…” Then, he turned and burst into a sprint, before Mike could try to stop him. “IS ME!” Chester hurdled himself through the window. Glass shattered all around him, and Mike could see it tearing through his shirt, blood beginning to fall.

“This isn’t what I wanted to be…” Mike said, turning away from the window, his legs carrying him swiftly down the stairs. He caught a glimpse of Chester outside the window. Around him on the walls, the stains still resembled a band, playing everything he was feeling. “I never thought that what I said would have you running from me… like this.”

He burst out the door, running around the corner, and finding that a part of him was worried for the assasin. A part of him felt relieved when he saw Chester getting to his feet.

“This isn’t what I wanted to be,” Mike told him, catching the blondes gaze for a moment. “I never thought that what I said would have you running from me, like-

“LIKE THIS!” Chester screamed, his faces still of pure defiance, and he turned to sprint away. Mike continued after him, a pleading look in his eyes… begging the assasin to believe him…

“This isn’t what I wanted to be! I never thought that what I said would have you running from me!” he repeated, and once again, Chester screamed in defiance before resuming his escape. Unfortunately for him, Mike saw him duck into a rundown building.

“This isn’t what I wanted to be…” this time, Mike was telling himself… trying to make himself believe it was true… “I never thought that what I said would have you running from me…” Mike stepped through the doorway, his gaze on the floor. However, he raised it to meet Chester’s, forcing the last words with every bit of truth left in him. “Like this…”

“YOU!” Chester cried, anger flickering in his eyes. Mike felt his own face twist in anger… he tried, and it didn’t work. The assasin was too blind to see that this wasn’t really Mike…

“No turning back now…” Mike’s hands were beginning to itch, twitching with longing… the longing to break the spirit of the one before him…

Lights began to flash around them, coming in through the windows. Everytime they did, the band playing around Mike and Chester was alluminated before falling into shadow yet again.

“I wanna be pushed aside so let me GO!” Chester still stood against Mike, but he was backing away.

“No, no turning back now,” Mike growled, a snarl forming on his face.

“Let me take back my life! I’d rather BE ALL ALONE!” Chester felt his back hit the wall, and his eyes became wide with terror.

“No turning back now,” Mike continued to close the gap, his snarl twisting into a smile, but horrid anger in his eyes.

“Anywhere on my own, ‘cause I can see…” Chester looked back and forth, trying to find another way out. He soon found that he was trapped, and before he knew it, Mike was upon him.

“No, no turning back now,” Mike smashed his left hand into the assasin’s neck to hold him against the wall, while his right balled into a fist, drawing it back.

“The very worst part of you…” Chester stared deep into Mike’s eyes, searching… “The very worst part of you…” Reflected in the deep pools, he was beginning to make out a shape… and he knew what it was…

Looking past the anger in Mike’s eyes, he could see his own reflection. He was what doomed the man before him to a life of hatred. Chester knew he couldn’t hide from the truth any longer… he knew he had to face the simply fact… the fact that the very worst part of Mike…

“Is me.”

Chester watched the words leave his reflections mouth, and then everything faded away…

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A/N: Hehe, this idea was bugging me for a loooooong time, so I finally got it out. Someday, I’ll illustrate it to give you all a better idea… Hehe, PLEASE, review!!! Lemme know whacha think!!!! ^.^