Heartbreak Is Half The Fun, You Bring The Bullets I’ll Bring The Gun

Authors Note: This is Maddi[williamxo] and I's new fanfict. We have been working on this for a very long time. We've had many fights over this, which has caused the same amount of break-ups. But the more you fall, the easier it is to stand up. 
I hope you like it. :]

Andrew
Hannibal
Jacqueline

Jayden
Theodore

--Prolouge--
Men in white robs huddled around an operating table. Lightning struck outside the window,allowing Theodore to see a slight glimpse of his new friend. He looked around,remembering the first time he saw this room. It was horrifying. He was horrifying. They were horrifying. The surgeon called to Theodore, telling him to fetch the scissors. They seemed to be
fascinated with operations, Theodore never understood why, he never asked. You don't ask them why, they will either tell you or you will be harmed. It took Theodore many days to realize this, thankful, the new creation will not have to suffer as much as he did.
"Theodore!" The surgeon yelled.
"Sorry, sir." Theodore said, quickly rushing over with the scissors. He kept his head down, you never looked them in the eyes, or you would be harmed.
"Thank you, now go sit."
"Thank you, sir." Theodore didn't know the men in white robes names. He had to refer to them as sir, or he would be harmed. 
Thunder ripped through the sky, Theodore jumped and held onto his bear, Alfred, tighter. Alfred was odd looking. He was blue and green checkered, his eyes had been sewn on with black embroidery thread in the shape of X's. His mouth, looked like one of a corpse, it was sewn together,
so it wouldn't speak when it wasn't supposed to, as Theodore was taught. There were two safety pins in his left ear, they insisted of it. It wouldn't be long until Theodore had a new friend to play with.
The surgeon was almost done with the stitches. Another flash of lightning tore through the sky, allowing Theodore to see his new friend more clearly. The boy had lightly tanned skin. His hair was trimmed, close to his scalp. His hair was a medium brown. To Theodore, it looked as if the boy had brown eyes, the same color as his hair.
"Theodore! We have completed your new friend." The surgeon said.
"What are you going to name him, sir?" Theodore asked, knowing if he left out the 'sir,' he would be harmed. The surgeon looked at the rest of the men in white coats and they all nodded their heads in unison.
"We are in a good mood today, Theodore. You may name him." Theodore always wondered how they knew what each other were thinking, but he never asked, or he would be harmed.
Theodore smiled and nodded his head once, "Andrew, sir."
Again, the surgeon looked at the rest of the men and again, they all nodded their heads in unison.
"That sounds laudable, Theodore, thank you."
"Your welcome, sir. Thank you for letting me choose Andrew's name." Theodore smiled and nodded once more.
"Your very welcome, Theodore, you have been very honourable, you deserved to be rewarded." The surgeon smiled, along with the other men.
"When will you complete the life, sir?"
"In about 10 minutes Theodore, please be patient."
"Sorry, sir, I'm just extremely excited."
"And you have every right to be, just sit on the gurney over there," The surgeon pointed to a faded grey gurney by the entrance to the room, "When Andrew is conscience, I will tell you."
"Yes, sir." Theodore quickly hurried over to the gurney the surgeon had pointed to and silently sat down on it with Alfred tightly in his grasp.
"Hello, Andrew." The surgeon said, as he waved at Theodore to come.
Andrew did not say anything.
"Theodore, do you mind talking to him? We will leave the room." All the men in white robes quickly exited the room behind the surgeon. Theodore started to open his mouth, but Andrew beat him to it.
"Wh-who are you?" He asked, his voice shaking with fright.
"I'm Theodore." Theodore replied in a calming tone, he still remembered how he felt the first day he opened his eyes to this dark and scary room.
"Then...who am I?"
"You're Andrew, I named you, do you like it?" Theodore smiled, Andrew's face remained traumatized.
"Yes, I do." Anderw replied, "Why am I here?"
"You're here...because we are experiments."
"Ex-experiments?" Andrew asked in disbelief
"Yes, we are here to help the men in white robes."
"Who are they?"
"They are from the government. They are testing to see if they can create functioning humans from dead body parts." Andrew's face immediately turned in disgusted, he looked at his body, stitches everywhere. Theodore was sure he was going to upchuck, after all, when Theodore first learned this news, he did for 3 days straight. He quickly grabbed a bowl and handed it to Andrew, but he pushed it away.
"I'm fine, it's just...strange."
"Yes, it is. I am going to tell you all about us, and all about the standards that are set by the men in white robs."
"Are we like...brothers, then?"
"Yes, and no. We are most likely not biological brothers but parts of us could be, I highly doubt that though. Although because we will be raised together we could class each other as step-brothers."
"Oh...then are the men in white robs our fathers, then?"
"Yes, but they dislike being referred to that, instead call them sir, and put it in everything you say to them."
"Do they get mad easily?"
"It depends, if you do everything I tell you to, I guarantee they will not raise a hand to you."
"They...they hit you?" Andrew's face was now back to pure horror.
"Yes, that is why I am telling you all of this. You do not have to go through what I did."
"Did you have anyone to help you?"
"No, I did not. I am the first."
"I'm sorry..."
"Please, do not apologize for their actions, you had nothing to do with it, but it is now my duty to protect you."
"Thank you, Theodore, very much."
"Like I said before, It's my duty," Andrew smiled for the first time, "I will first tell you about us and what is expected of us aswell as al the other details."
"Okay."
"The idea of creating us started first in 1937 during the Second World War. The Americans needed a way to beat the Germans, as they were slowly invading their allies countries and cities. The Americans thought if they could create new soldiers from already dead soldiers, they would have great power. Almost like a 'super soldier.' This, of course, failed because they did not yet have the great medical extent that we do now. The Americans didn't stop trying to create us, even after the war ended in 1945.
"As the medical resources grew, so did the creation of us. The government has kept the creation of us a secret since 1937, and will continue to until we are perfected. In the mean time, we have to serve the men in white robes because they are classed as our 'masters,' almost like we are dogs. In a way, we could be classed as untrained dogs, so I presume the master thing fits perfectly."
"When you say you are the first," Andrew paused.
"The first to live, yes." Theodore replied.
"So that makes me the second to live?"
"Yes, it does. I have been living on this earth in my form for almost 10 years."
"Do we age?"
"No, because we are already made of dead body parts, we do not age."
"What about our blood? If we cut ourselves, do we bleed green, or something?"
Theodore laughed, "We do bleed, but we dont bleed green. Our blood is the same color as the surgens or a random human on the street."
"Aw, I was hoping for green blood."
Theodore laughed again, "We don't need to be more freaky then we already are."
There was silence for about a minute, comfterble silence, though.
"Are...are we freaks?" Andrew asked.
"Yes, but the men in white robs refer to us as 'monsters.'" Theodore replied, looking down as he did so.
"What about our expectations?" Andrew asked, quickly changing the subject.
"We are expected to perform many tasks for the men in white robes. We have to serve to their every need. We can not complain, and we have to live off what they give us. As we speak, they are probably working on a scar remover, which allows us to look like normal humans. They are hoping that if they create a solution strong enough, all of our scars will
disappear completly and we will be able to attend normal human activities, and since we look like teenagers, we would go to high school."
"Do you want to go to high school?"
"Yes, I would very much like to go there, it seems like a wonderful place," Theodore lowered his voice to a whisper, "and we wouldn't have to tend to the surgens."
Andrew and Theodore smiled.
"Since they are trying to create this 'scar removal,' we have to help them?" Andrew asked.
"Yes." Theodore's eyes were distant.
"...Does it hurt?" Andrew looked down, afraid of the answer. Theodore was looking him in the eyes.
"Sometimes, but remember, you can not complain, no matter how much pain you endure."
"Okay. I have one more question, is that okay?"
"Yes, you may ask me any question you like at anytime."
"Can I ask them questions? The men in white robs?"
"NO! Of course not! You may never, ever ask them a question and you can never speak to them unless you are being spoken to!" Theodores face was suddenly hard. Andrew didn't like this expretion
"I'm sorry!" Andrew cried.
"No, I am sorry, I shouldnt have exploded like that on you, it was wrong and I am terribly sorry."
"Why are you so nice to me? If you were 'raised' in a horrible atmosphere, wouldnt that be all you know?"
"I was raised here, but when I was first 'born,' I had different masters, they were much kinder and they loved me, they were true parents. The men we have now, they are cruel, the surgeon is the nicest and he has the most athority here. I was raised in a kind place, that is why I am kind now. I don't want you to be raised in only a cruel place, that is why I am
telling you all of this."
"Theodore, why were your old masters reasigned?"
Theodore's face turned grave, "They weren't exactly reasigned...they were murdered."
Andrew gasped, "By who?"
Theodore looked in Andrew's eyes, "Who do you think?"
Andrew gasped again.
"Yes, I know, they are cruel people, and I am here to teach you differently."
Andrew looked down into Theodores arms and noticed something, "What's that?" he asked.
Theodore smiled, looking down at Alfred, "This is my teddy bear, Alfred. My old masters allowed me to make him. and our new masters allowed me to keep him."
"Thats kind." Andrew said smiling, "May I see him?"
"Yes, you may." Theodore handed Alfred to Andrew, who inspected him carefully.
"He's cute." Andrew held Alfred in his arms for a few minutes.
"Yes, and he was my only friend until now." Theodore smiled at Andrew, and Andrew smiled back.
"It's always good to ahve friends who can talk back to you." Andrew laughed and Theodore joined in.
"Indeed, it is."

 

...Ohhh, where do I begin?? Well. I went with lizzy[tellmewhatillneverbe] and in the line...hotguys. <3 I never knew hot boys existed in Winnipeg. xD. and then at the merch table...No one was in line for sing it loud. so tragic. so we went and I got a sweater, and a poster because I gave Ryan, who is the merch guy, a tip. :] and then after lizzy got her stuff, we went inside and we got riiiighhhhttttt up to the stage...far side, though, right by the speakers. lol. and then nate<3333 came and he was standing and we got pictures and signed my sweater/poster. and when he signed my sweater he wrote "I<3U" and I was like "I LOVE YOU TOO!" and he was like "I LOVE YOU!" xD.he is soooo nice. I love him to death. <33333 and after, we got these chicks beside us to watch our spot and we went up on the balcony to get bens signature...and we left the camera in lizzy's bag so we told him we would get a picture later and then..HE SAID HE DIDNT LIKE REGINA! But I wonder why, CONSIDERING YOU GUYS BOOED THEM. If you were one of them...I will find you..and I will hurt you. I promise. But ANYWAYS. then they played[30minuteslater] and GASHH! It was sooooo goood.<3 I could barley understand pat..but thats okay. :] Nate...between songs, he randomly came over to me, and touched my head and made a circle with his finger. So random. but soo cute.<3 and then they finished and the spill canvas came on...the lead singer spit on everyone...and yeah...then motion city soundtrack came on. then we left. and we hung outside for alittle. we played cards...lizzy showed off her awesome card dealer skills. hawt. then we talked with nate and ben. It was awkward...I was like "..." and he was like "..." and lizzy was like "say it!" and I was like "..." and he was like "did you want something.." and I was like "You thouched my head." and he was like "yeah. I know." and I was like "..."*weirdlook* and he was like "It was very beautiful" XD. and I forgot to ask him why..but I asked him later, when it was done and everyone swarmed him. and he was like "because its fun...and your awesome." haha.  oooh. and the merch guy, Ryan. he has a band. its called. Take Cover. and he showed us their myspace page. and he has facebook AND buzznet, so ima add them as soon as im done writing this. <3 I got his autograph. and a picture with him. hehe. Pat was nice. :] XD. good story...after the whole "it was very beautiful" thing. Nate and Ben and Ryan and some random chicks sang me happy birthday. Ben said he wouldnt sign the girls stuff if they didnt sing me happy birthday. and Nate was like "and when we say her name, we have to point at her!" XDDD. and he almost pointed when they sang the first YOU. And then he did the whole "I didnt just do that I was fixing my hair" thing. hes so nice and so cute. AHH! I love him. xD. hes replaced jack. : O Oooh. and RYan smelt really good..when I took a picture with him I was like "You smell good." xD. It think thats it..theres some..non important stuff I left out..like that chick "That would be awesome if I got spazed on" Gosh. *punches them in the face* but I love sil...<3 I want to see them again. I LOVE YOU GUYS! AND I LOVE YOU RYAN! AND RYANS BAND, TAKE COVER! <333

and if I missed stuff, i'll add it when I put pictures of me and everyone up. :]

-love sarah.<3

He sat, cold and alone. Silent tears ran down his cheeks. He never thought grieving could be so hard. But he also never thought he would have the need to grieve. He never thought this would happen.
The wind blew, blowing his blonde hair around recklessly, revealing his face to the world. Quickly, we his free hand he held it down. He was ashamed that he was crying, everyone had told him he was allowed to cry, but he still felt wrong. She wouldnt have wanted him to cry over her. She wouldnt of wanted him to be sad because of her.
"I just want you to be happy..." the voice of her whispered in his ear. His head shot up, darting everywhere, looking for her figure somewhere in the darkness.

He sighed in defeat, and pushed himself closer to the wall behind him, craving for some sort of touch. He pressed his eyes closed and tried to think of her leaning against his back. The cold brick wall started to feel softer and warmer, he could feel the false burning sensation of the skin to skin contact on his back. He knew it was all in his head...but it felt so real. He turned, and pressed his lips to the false women leaning against him. He burst out crying when they came in contact with the brick wall. It wasnt what he was hoping for.    
"Its all in my head..." he whispered to himself, chocking on his tears.
"Its allowed to be, love." her voice whispered in his ear again. This time he didnt move. He swore he could feel her sitting in his lap, her head pushed into the crook of his neck. Her dark brown hair, tickling his neck. He wrapped his arms around the counterfeit women, giving him so much sensation and warmth.

The memories of her with him brought tears to his eyes. All memories with her was good to them, even the less fortunate ones.

It was a cold winter night, the power had gone out and they were cuddling on the couch, candles flickering around them.
"You know, this is my baby blanket. Its giant!" he spoke excitedly.
"Yes it is." she laughed.
He sighed happily, starring at her, etching her face even further into his memory.
She looked up at him, "What?"
He smiled, "Nothing, youre just so beautiful."
She shook her head, "You always say that."
"Thats because its true."
"I dont know what you are talking about."
"Im talking about you..." he whispered into her ear.

Shivers ran down her spine. She placed her head back into the crook of his neck. He gently nuzzled her and held her tighter in his arms. They sat in silence for awhile, just enjoying each others company.
"Anthony?" she asked, her lips moving against his skin.
"Yes, dear?" he asked, lifting her head up so he could hear her more clearly.
"I love you." she said, staring into his ghostly blue eyes.
He smiled and put her head back to its previous position. He used one of his hands to stroke her hair while the other one stayed wrapped around her.
"I love you, too."

His tears began to flow as if an ocean had been trapped in his head. That was the last time they had exchanged any real words. Made an attempt at conversation. He missed her terribly, already. She had only been gone since the morning. He was yearning for her, his heart felt as if it was stabbed a million times and placed in a blender. The worst thing was, he knew how much it hurt her when she left. He was aware of the pain she endured, but never experienced it. He wished deeply it had been him instead of her. He was nothing without her, and he now had nothing to live for.
"Dont. Even. Think about it." her words were stern. Though he knew she was just a memory. A memory that he loved. He still had a connection with her. She was there...just not physically. She was still in his heart, and would remain there as long as he could help it. He would take revenge on the man who did this to her...

He was sipping coffee in his office, the television being the least interesting thing there. He glanced up at it, and saw a picture of her. He was stunned. He couldnt hear what the newscast was saying. He stood up, dropping his coffee mug on the way and stumbled to the television.
"Live, breaking news. 24 year old women hit by drunk driver. The womens name was Sarah Harcus. The males name is Joseph Silvertein." The lady said, her expression was grave.
Why did she use was for Sarahs name? Was is past tense...Oh no, no. He thought, tears forming in his eyes.
"Fatal car crash, police are saying too many have died in DUIs crashes this year."

His mind went blank, except for one key word. Fatal. Her crash was fatal.

Shes...shes...no, she cant be. She promised me shed come back. He was hysterical and his co-workers could hear his crying from the other side of the office building.
He heard his office door open but he didnt care who it was, it wouldnt be her.
"Are you okay?" One of his co-workers asked, he didnt care who it was, he just wanted them gone.
"Get out." He said angrily. The person didnt say anything, and soon after he heard the door shut.
She might be still alive...maybe the coroner made a mistake! I have to go help her! He thought to himself, jumping to his feet and running out of his office. He ran down the stairs, not even thinking about waiting for the elevator. When he got to the ground floor, he dashed out the doors and ran towards his car. He didnt stop to wait for traffic. He didnt even realize there was cars honking and drivers screaming at him. He quickly jumped into his car and tore out of his space, heading straight for the hospital.
He demanded to see her, the coroners warned him he shouldnt, but he went ahead anyways. Her was was cut in so many places, it looked horrible. It was torn up, her cheek was bruised and her nose looked broken.
"Did she suffer?" He asked.
The two coroners looked at each other.
"Tell me the truth." He glared at the two men.
One of the men looked down and the other one spoke, "Yes, very much."
He clenched his fists together and his face turned extremely hard. He looked at both of the men. They were frightened of him. "Thank you." He walked out.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry." He cried out to nothing. He didnt get a reply from the invisible women. He cried harder. He wanted to hear her again, to feel her. It seemed as if she had left him, for the second time. He couldnt stand it. He had to have her. His heart pulled in all directions. He was ready to do anything to get her back. If at least for the moment. He had to to tell her something before she moved on into another life. So he took out his switch blade from his back pocket. He thought about how he couldnt do anything without her, how he had no one else to turn to. No one else to love.  No matter how much he thought of ending his own life, she didnt speak. He sighed, and lowered the blade to his wrist.
"Havent I already told you specifically NOT to do that?" Her voice come out of no where. He silently cheered in victory.

"I have to tell you something." He said to the air. He thought for sure someone would hear him talking to himself and send him to a mental hospital, but he didnt care.
"Quickly, Nino." 

Nino, she hasnt used my nickname for awhile... he thought to himself. He took a deep breathe, "I love you. I always have and I always will."
"I love you too. Dont forget about me, but dont dwell on me either. I just want you to be happy."
"I wont. Ill never be able to love another..."
"Please, for me."
"Never."
He could hear the false women sigh, "Goodbye Anthony, I love you."
"Goodbye Sarah...Youll always be mine."
He sank further into the ground and cried.