Team Brendon: Hell Hath No Wrath like a Woman Scorned
Isn't it ironic how one second I hate you and the next second you have given me the best gift I could dream of?



He could not speak the words; they would not fall from between his lips. He could not tell her the truth. He could only whisper, "It's not right." he looked deeply into her quivering eyes. She cried out, "What isn’t right?! Why can’t I make it right?!" she did not know what upset her more; that he was leaving her, or that he was leaving her. She beat her knees with her fists as she waited for his answer, but still he stood in front of her biting the lips he had never let her kiss. “Mercy, I-I’m…” she looked into his eyes waiting as he leaned against a large pine tree in front of the school. “I-There’s someone else.” he looked at the ground, Mercy looked shocked and hurt. Who could ever replace me? her thoughts were filled with venom “Who is she?” her eyes were filled with a fury that was foreign to their normal soft blue. “She- She is…R-Ryan Ross.” he stuttered for a moment as a fist flew to his face. He held his cheek in horror as he watched her walk away, no longer resisting the urge to break down into tears as she left.

How can he be…be gay? It is not possible! I must save his soul! He is going to hell! This is my crusade, bless me lord. She prayed as she walked away from him, her jaw square as she ground her teeth in pain. It is not possible. How could he not want me? I was perfect! PERFECT! I did everything for him! Everything! I must- there is an anonymous gay straight alliance…I bet he will be there! She plots happily as she drives home, to carefully sketch out her next few weeks.


Ryan waited unhappily in his bedroom. It was much much too hot. His air conditioner was his savior as it soothed his sticky skin. Yet, he was still unhappy. His phone had not yet rung, nor had his door opened. He had have told tell her. He must have. I believe him, he told her. He wouldn't’t that to me! He loves me! He told her! He told her! Ryan reassures himself repeatedly lying on his bed in the sheer agony that is anticipation.
A small patter at his window drew Ryan to it, he looked down to20see a bright eyed boy. “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou male?” Ryan laughed lightly. “Deny thy girlfriend, and refuse thy heterosexuality! For it is but heterosexuality that is mine enemy!” Brendon’s laugh can be herd despite the distance between them. “He speaks yet he says nothing! What of that?” Ryan sticks out his tongue and makes a face, “Or if thou wilt not be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a…” he pauses and laughs, “male.” he shrugs and laughs running downstairs and flinging open the door and embracing Brendon tightly.


As Mercy entered the cool room, she looked at the faces of the club members. She was surprised- no assless chaps, no leather, no whips, no seemingly obvious sexual deviancy. She pouted as she agonized over their faces, looking for the words ‘Gay’ ‘Straight’ ‘Lesbian’ and ‘Bisexual’. They never appeared there, Brendon looked at her stunned from across the room. She mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to him, grinning mischievously as he turned away. The man began to speak, yet again about things she hadn’t expected; no mention of bestiality, anal sex positions, prostitution, vampirism, sadism, bloodletting, sexual suffocation, orgys, nor any other inhumane practices. They spoke of a local “gay core” band that was sent to play that week, a impending pep rally, the passed drama performance, a nd normalcy.

Mercy’s eyes scanned the room again, falling on a girl with long light brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Her lips were pressed into a small smile as her eyes met Mercy's, they sparkled in the light. Mercy took a seat beside the girl, “I am Mercy Fate.” she smiles extending a hand. “I know who you are, I’m Jaime Renison. Aren’t you a bible thumping Christian?” the girl laughs in a smooth voice pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I- Well, I am here for a friend.” Mercy stutters, “A friend, right.” Jaime scoffs rolling her eyes. “I just…I can still believe in Jesus Christ and be here!” Mercy manages to retort, “It’s unlikely.” Jaime laughs softly. Her laugh was a sweet sound that hung in the air, a sound that mystified Mercy. “Well then, I am unusual!” Mercy pouts folding her hands ontop of her knees. “Oh come on, you’re every father’s wet dream for a wife for his son. How are you a lesbian?” she laughs at the thought. “I-Well! I never! I am NOT a lesbian!” she says indignantly, realizing that Jaime was. “Would it be so bad?” Jaime’s voice says in a whisper, “I-I did not mean it like that…I just…I am not!” Mercy attempts to defend herself, irked that Jaime had no trouble with speech. “Really now?=E 2 Jaime smirks turning to the older girl and promptly leaving her seat and heading toward the door. Before she leaves the room she spins on her heel, “I’ll see you at lunch, Mercy Fate.” she giggles to herself.

Mercy sat still in her plastic chair watching the door quiver in the wake of the beautiful girl. No, no not beautiful…girl’s aren’t beautiful. I do not think she is lascivious. She is not sexy. Mercy says shocked that she had to remind herself. She did not look good in that skirt. I do not love her sweater. She should not wear fishnet tights tomorrow. Her hair is not honey, it is solid and absolutely not perfect. She thinks furiously to herself. Secretly she could’t wait for the next lunch period.


The table was a cold hard wood as she glared at the back of his head, his brown glistening head of hair. His glasses which were visible every so often, his thick lips; she hated every inch of him, every god damned inch. As she asked for forgiveness, Jamie appeared at the edge of her table obstructing her view of Brendon. “Careful or you’ll burn a hole in the back of his head.” Jaime scoffs taking a small bite of a French fry, twitching her nose. “I- what?” Mercy says pulled from her anger to the sight of the light haired magnificent woman in front of her; Is lesbianism contagious? Jaime smi rks as she notices Mercy’s eyes on her exposed neck, “My my Mercy, I think you are developing a penchant for the ladies.” Jaime laughs. “I- What? NO!” Mercy says indignantly, her eyes wide with horror. “Oh, why? Can’t you handle a woman?” Jaime giggles, “I…I would spend my life in penance!” she gasps horrified. “So I’m going to hell?” Jaime laughs raising an eyebrow. “Yes! Obviously!” Mercy pours, “Why?” Jaime shrugs, “It’s wrong!” Mercy protests, “Why?” Jaime smiles resting her head on her palm, “Because- you are not supposed to!” Mercy says matter-of-factually. “How do you know? It’s the way God made me.” Jaime smiles, “He- I … I don't … he …I …” Mercy stutters, “Plus, what’s so wrong with love? I love women as well as any man, in fact I’d argue better.” she smirks, “No one gets hurt, no more than you hurt in a heterosexual relationship.” Jaime shrugs smiling. Mercy’s brain works hard over the words. “Oh, just don’t think about it. What do you feel?”Jaime says in a sultry tone. Mercy’s eyes flash to meet the other girls, she stands and walks away. This girl is insane. And so not sexy. Not sexy. Never sexy. Mercy repeats over and over to herself.

0A
As the last bell rang Mercy ran home, assured that all of the instruments necessary for this day’s activities were in fact in her home. She paced her room over and over; holy water (check), cross (check), bible (check), wrist cuffs (check), white candles (check), salt (check), and a black piece of construction paper (check). She nods, lining her room with the salt and reciting the familiar lines over and over “Our father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name, thy Kingdom come. Thy Will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. Amen.” She says with emphasis as her hands shake. She lays in the center of the floor attaching the chains of the cuffs to the poles at the end of her bed. She bites her lip as she pulls the cuff tightly around her wrist, bounding herself partially to the spot. She lights the candle with her free hand, still reciting the prayer. She waits for the feelings to leave. She waits for the words to take away her longing for the other girl to touch her. She knew her focus was wavering, she spoke the prayer louder. She strained her voice, she strained again the wake of night. Eventually her muscles tired of the endless recitation and she fell asleep. A breeze came in through the window th at blew out the candle as she allowed her body to drift away.

His kiss was like the touch of an angel, maybe an arch angel. Ryan mused happily watching the other boy smile back at him. He wondered what Brendon was thinking, how Brendon felt in this moment. He wanted to know if Brendon felt as perfect as he did, as whole, as brilliant. In fact, he felt like a nova. “What would you do if I just exploded right now?” he says very seriously to the other boy. “I’d have to make you do it again.” Brendon smirks kissing Ryan’s lips softly, “No, like if I exploded into little cosmic bits.” Ryan presses. The spectacled boy thinks for a few moments, “I’d have to inhale every piece of you, and then put you back together and make you mine.” he smiles kissing his lover again.

“And if my heart just stopped every time you kissed me?” Brendon smirks pulling back, “I’d just have to shock you back to life, by kissing you more.” Ryan retorts quickly. “Aww shit, no cannibalism.” Brendon smirks pressing Ryan to the bed, however gently. Ryan moans under his touch, smiling up at the larger boy. “I love you, Ryan.” Brendon smiles down, kissing the smirking lips softly. “I love you too.” Ryan whispers back kissing his boyfriend softly.

“I love you mooooooooooore!” Brendon protests kissing the soft cheek next to a pair of beautiful lips. “Nu-huh!” Ryan protests, evidently outraged. “Yes Siiiiir.” Brendon giggles kissing the other boys ear. “No sir!” Ryan says definatly, “Yeah” “Nope!” “Yesh-huh!” “No-huh!” Ryan giggles and their laughter joins. Ryan smiles up to Brendon, “And our love is something they can never take.” he whispers, “They can have my soul, my blood, my brain, my eyes, my lips, my tongue. They can rape me of everything but how I feel for you. I love you.” Ryan smiles kissing Brendon’s plush lips.

“Why do I have to fail with words? Everything that comes out of your mouth is amazing.” Brendon gushes as Ryan smirks, “Especially your lips.” he smiles. Brendon growls and rolls his eyes.

He presses his lips hard against Ryan's. Ryan moans back running his arms down Brendon’s back and grinning. “I love you.” They say at the same time, laughing at themselves softly.

Mercy feels cool smooth hands on her face as she awakens. The girl lays beside her smiling, her brown hair sprawled across her perfect face as she smiles at her prey. “Do you want me?” she says seductively as her sweatshirt falls to her side, revealing a perfect and smooth stomach her tee shirt which had risen up as she laid b eside Mercy. Mercy can only manage a stutter as she looks back at the girl. “Well then.” Jaime pouts whipping her long hair into a ponytail and standing. She looks out the window smiling, “It’s a nice view.” She says softly. “What are you doing here?” Mercy says standing beside Jaime now. “I thought I’d bring you some-” She looks around at the spilled holy water as the salt that lined the room, “sanity.” she smiles. Her smile captivated Mercy, it was like sunshine as it bled through the pink blinds of her lips. “I want you. But I don’t want to want you.” Mercy says losing all motor control as she does so. “I know.” Jaime sighs, “But I want you too, and I always get what I want.” She smiles taking the other girls collar and kissing her gently. Mercy feels her consciousness slip away as she moves her lips in time with Jaime’s.

They look into each others eyes for a few moments until Mercy murmurs. “I-I have to tell you something.” Jaime looks confused as she sits on the bed. “I-I this was all a- you…that boy, he…I wanted…” she says hopelessly trying to get the words out, “Oh, I know! But isn’t it deliciously ironic?” Jaime giggles smiling. Mercy is shocked, but as she begins to think it over, she laughs at herself.

“I should apolog ize for almost ruining his life.” Mercy says suddenly as she sits beside Jaime, taking her hand. “It wouldn’t have worked anyway.” Jaime adds, “It would so!” Mercy says defensively as Jaime rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “So, what are we doing?” Jaime whispers, “I-I…I don’t…I don’t know.” is the soft reply that comes after a few moments. “Do…I…Can? This…Can this happen?” Jamie says softly, but gripping Mercy’s hand. “I-I…I don’t…I’m…Are we really going to hell?” Mercy says looking horrified. “Of all the dead people I know, none of them have gone to hell and half of them are gay.” Jaime says nodding and laughing. Mercy looks shocked, “How do you know dead people?” Jaime laughs, “You know, people die for a few minutes sometimes, in surgery or car crashes or whatever.” she shrugs pulling Mercy into her arms. “We are not going to hell.” She whispers into her new lovers ear.

“I want ice cream!” Brendon says suddenly standing and giggling. “I just want to lie here forever.” Ryan smiles back, running his hand over the warm spot where Brendon had just laid. “Without ice cream?!” Brendon says shocked clutching his chest. “I…could go for a swirl right about now.” Ryan reconsiders, “Great let’s go!”20Brendon smiles grabbing his keys and climbing out Ryan’s window.

Brendon and Ryan arrive at the local ice cream parlor, smiling and waving at the familiar old man behind the counter they take their seats. “I can’t touch you. Let’s go back to the car.” Ryan pouts and Brendon smirks, “I like the atmosphere in here!” he whines slightly. Ryan sits awkwardly smiling as he licks his cone. Brendon grins watching Ryan’s every movement, he eats his cone too quickly. Ryan grins and laughs, “That’s why you’re not supposed to do that.” Brendon pouts, “But doing what you’re supposed to is so passe!” he giggles. “Come on, you can take me home.” Ryan laughs finishing his cone. The head for the door, lost in each others eyes.

Dear Brendon,

I know you have no idea what I am talking about; but I am so sorry. I would take back everything I did, every though I had if I thought I could. But the sad truth is that I can not. You have, quite ironically, helped me find a part of myself that I never thought existed. I am in love now, with a beautiful girl. I think we can say this worked out for both of us.
As I said, I am apologizing for things you won’t understand. Let’s just say I was not planning on letting you leave quietly, or scott-free. I suppose the punch to the face would constitute as non-scott-freeness. I am not sure how to word that correctly. My point is; I am so sorry for everything I have done to you , for everything I wanted to do to you, and for everything I wished to do to you.

I no longer am sure of myself, I don’t know who I am; but I know I love her. I can not thank you enough for showing me who I am, no matter if it was unintentional. You are a beautiful person; gay, straight, bisexual, or transgendered. I hope we can remain friends.

I will hope we can, but if we can not I understand your motives and I respect your integrity. Forever will I be in your debt.

Sincerely,
Mercy Diamond Faith


She reads her words over and over again as the small vehicle pulls in front of Brendon’s home. She looks to Jaime for reassurance, “It’s fine, pet.” she laughs rolling her eyes. “What if he-” she says but is cut off by Jaime’s magnificent lips. “Hush you now. Go do what you need to.” Jaime commands and Mercy immediately obeys.

Mercy stands before the house, it looks like every other house. It does not seem more threatening, but it most certaintly was to her . She pouts looking up at it, happy no one was home to peer out a window and see the strange girl on their lawn. She walks the side of the house and looks up. The roof juts out, and where it meets the house there is a window. That window was the only alternative entrance to Brendon’s room. A tree was conviently placed right by it.

Mercy makes her careful desent up the tree, carefully climbing onto the roof. She prays silently for the window to be open, and her prayers are answered as it opens slowly under her movements. She smiles wriggling her small frame through the opening. She stands in the center of Brendon’s room, smiling at her acomplishment. She places the letter carefully on his desk.
She stares at the seemingly normal piece of paper, You really can’t judge a book by it’s cover. She smiles and decides she had made the right decision. She climbs slowly out the window, but loses her grip and slides all the way down, onto the ground below the tree. She crys out in pain as everything goes black.

“What?! There’s a what?! An ambulance? At my house? Why?” Brendon says amazed and fearful into the telephone receiver at Ryan’s house, listening to a fearful Spencer recount the scene. “Why was she there?” Brendon says genuinely surprised. “Is she okay?” he says after a few moments, “I will. Yeah, al l right man. I’ll talk to you later.” Brendon says, a smirk now spreading on his face as he hangs up. “Dude, we have to get to my house.” Brendon says raising and eyebrow and grabbing his keys. “Uhmm What happened?” Ryan says, though following his boyfriend quickly. “I’ll explain it on the ride there.” Brendon says simply.

Brendon reads over the letter, smiling a little as he does so. “This girl is crazy.” he laughs looking up at his boyfriend. “What? What does it say?” Ryan says feeling out of the loop. “Well, she’s gay. She’s sorry for punching me. She’s sorry for something that she doesn’t really specify. And she’s just generally sorry. What a Christian.” Brendon smirks, “Well what was that about the ambulance?” Ryan says concerned. “She broke her leg or something. She fell off the roof.” Brendon says his countenance falling. “We need to go visit her.” Ryan states nodding, “We do.” Brendon agrees.

“Hey.” Brendon says softly opening the door as Ryan waits outside. “Hi.” Mercy replys with a small smile, Jaime leaves her side for a moment leaning back on a chair. “What’s up?” Brendon says, at a loss for words. “I’m all doped up.” Mercy grins happily, “Seriously?” Brendon laughs. “Ohhh yes.” Jaime snorts, “Why?” Brendon asks. “Oh she was screaming bloody murder.” Jaime nods before Mercy could even begin to speak. “I was not!” Mercy says indignantly.

Oh and how things were not normal, but just so right.

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