*Several hours earlier*

The sun hadn't even risen yet as Brian Haner Jr. and Zackary Baker stood in the open field together, the moon and stars just barely visible above the two young men. It seemed as if destiny had chosen them to be put in the Afterlife in the exact same spot. Brian had flown into a small pond the night before, and Zacky was sitting on the shore, but soon leapt in to save his friend.

They had been walking to . . . well, there really wasn't any particular destination for the both of them. Death was their obvious reason for their arrival; Brian's life had been taken after a tragic meeting with a street gang behind the bar that he always went to, and Zacky had just . . . died. There was no reason behind his soul being taken to heaven. The people who worked in the morgue couldn't find anything, but all of his loving fans said two words: broken heart. Brian and Zacky were the last ones after Matt, Johnny, and Jimmy lost their souls, so they were stuck together. They never went anywhere without being by each other's sides. Everywhere Brian went, Zacky wasn't too far behind. An argument between the two had caused Mr. Haner to go to the bar by himself, leaving Zacky at his house. Once the news spread about the fall of Synyster Gates, Zacky Vengeance was really never heard about again, until his neighbors found him cold and breathless in his own home. All alone, but hoping to find the ones that he loved in the next life.

"Zacky, I know that you have wings." Brian whispered, taking Zacky's hands in both of his. "Just show me. I won't judge you."

Zacky blushed. "But they're not pretty. They're ugly and scrawny; not like yours."

"Zacky, I'm sure that their as beautiful as you yourself."

He smiled, but still didn't want to spread his extra limbs. "Say something that will convince me."

An idea popped into Brian's head. He bent down slightly and planted a passionate kiss to Zacky's lips. Zacky gasped, closing his eyes as his heart seemed to skip a beat. Finally, with a loud tear of clothing and the fwoosh of air being moved out of the way by the force of feathers, Zacky's smoky-gray and golden wings were spread behind him.

Both of them looked at each other as the kiss ended. Brian smiled, placing a palm on Zacky's left wing. "Baby boy, they're beautiful. Just like you."

Zacky smiled as he opened his lips slightly and kissed Brian again.

The beating of two more pairs of wings interrupted them. They looked up at the same time; a tall, beefy man with a buzz cut and a smaller man with a black and white Mohawk were flying towards them in the morning air. Each couple immediately knew who the other was.

I crawled off of Jimmy as he jumped up. This was obviously important. "Where are they?" The Rev asked, following Johnny back outside. Thankfully, I noticed that I was still without proper pants, so I quick grabbed my own gray skinny jeans and pulled them on.

Once I got outside, both men were nowhere to be found. Thinking that they had moved to the kitchen area, I went in that direction. But it was empty. It almost scared me to think that they had just left, but I knew that Jimmy would never do such a thing. That was when I heard laughing and yelling coming from the main platform, and I ran over to see all of the men rejoicing together with two that I didn't recognize. One was taller and well built, with bronze colored skin and dark, feathery hair. The other was somewhat smaller with paler, porcelain-like skin and unnatural red hair, like mine, even though my hair looked like I hadn't brushed it in days.

Me being shy, I walked forward across the bridge to see Jimmy holding the taller man in strong hug. Tears were streaking down both of their faces. It was obviously a scene that was just like the day before when we found Matt and Johnny. Jimmy soon turned around when he saw me walking towards the rejoicing group. "Gerard, these are my friends Brian and Zacky."

Immediately, I was able to recognize the two men that Jimmy described earlier as Synyster Gates and Zacky Vengeance. "Hello," I shyly whispered as Jimmy comfortingly placed his arm around my shoulder.

"And this here is my boy, Gerard." Jimmy said, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Oh, so you two are lover boys, huh?" Brian asked with a cocky smile on his face, one eyebrow raised. I already knew that this guy was going to be the sarcastic one in our little group.

"Yep. Since I was killed and ended up here." I said, blushing as all of them looked at me.

Once again, Jimmy started leading everyone to the kitchen part of the tree, and Brian caught up to me. "Wait, Gerard. How were you killed?"

I was surprised that he was even talking to me. "I was shot. Why do you want to know?"

His face paled for a moment as Matt open the door into the kitchen and everyone moved in, eager to sit down, chat, and have a breakfast beer. I sat in between him and Jimmy, Zacky sat on Brian's lap, and soon the usual reunion conversations caught up with everyone. I stayed quiet, still thinking about what Jimmy wanted to say to me before the new arrivals showed up. Of course, I answered the occasional question that his new friends asked, but for most of the time I was encased in my own thoughts.

Jimmy shook my shoulder, gently. "Gee? You okay? You look like you're gonna be sick."

"I'm fine," I mumbled, realizing that soon I did feel sick to my stomach. "I-I just need some fresh air, that's all."

I looked back at him through the window as I left, and he looked back, puzzled. Soon, my wings were spread, and I was up and away.

A cold breeze ruffled my feathers as I watched over the valley from the roof of an abandoned roof. This house wasn't part of the tree house, but something that looked like it came right out of the same design. It was just a random shack, but right now, this was the place where I could relax without having the pressure of five men all around me. I mean, Jimmy's friends were great, but I was still missing something. Or more, someone. It was a weird feeling, but I needed to see Frankie. I needed to talk to him. Besides Mikey, he was the one man I went to whenever something went wrong, or I was having a bad day and needing to hear a soothing voice telling me to calm down or go and take a nap.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my thin arms around them while the wind began picking up, pushing my hair into my face. I simply brushed it away with a toss of my head, and that's when a bright flash arose in the field below.

I froze and looked down into the grassy field. Standing there was a white, luminescent, dragon-like creature. I didn't know what to do. It stood there and looked up at me with cold, ice-blue eyes.

Its face was smoothed and sloped, almost like a horse, yet it appeared to have no nostrils or a mouth. The front legs were short and stubby, while its back legs were long and three toed. It soon folded in its magnificent wings and raised its head. Come, it simply said with no mouth movement at all.

"W-who are you?" I called down as I stood up.

That does not matter. You must follow me. It turned and rose into the air, its legs morphing back into its thin body and the wings coming back out.

I had no choice but to follow.