Authors note: This is a morbid thought, but how do you think each of the RENTers died? What do you think they did on their last day of life? Well…this is my take on what would happen. The idea is a little romanticist but whatever. Some of them are sad and others are actually kind of happy. Here goes…
Disclaimer: Not mine. All Jonathon's.
Prologue…
Three punks were walking down the street, two guys and a girl. One of the guys had a Mohawk and a leather jacket. The other had spikey blonde hair and earrings; he was going for that whole Billy Idol look. The girl had bright pink hair and was dressed, in a matter of words, like a hooker. They were the kind of kids that had inhabited Alphabet City for quite some time now. A lot of the buildings were abandoned. There was even talk about an industrial loft on the corner of 11th street and Avenue B that was haunted.
"Chuck, I dare you to go in there." The kid with the Mohawk said to the Billy Idol wannabe.
"No way Brian, you go."
"I'll do it." The pink haired girl said as they climbed the steps to the very top of the building. The door to the loft was opened already when they got there. As the three kids walked inside this is what they saw: A huge leather coat and a bottle of Stoli next to it. A small bottle of blue nail polish, which some spilled on the floor. Across the room on top of a table there were a few assorted items: a candle, a guitar with broken strings and a needle. On the walls there were 'Cyber arts Eviction Notices' and a poster for a protest. Under the poster there was a cowbell. In the very middle of the room stood a very old looking video camera, which was hooked up to a projector.
"There's a note." Chuck said.
"Well read it." Becky, the girl with pink hair replied.
"To whom it may concern,
By the time you read this I will be long gone. Infact, I'll probably be dead. Nobody will remember I was alive and there's nobody to pass on the legacy of me and my friends. All of mywhom had lives that were cut short. Two died from AIDS, one of them got mugged, one got shot, another died in a car crash, one killed himself and one died of a broken heart. Except me, I kept on living even after all of my friends have died. I don't find death to be a scary thing, why should I? I'm alone on this earth and I'll be going to where people love and cherish me. So here, in this loft, which once was my home, I'm leaving the memories of all my friends. Hopefully, somehow, our lives will be remembered.
Mark Cohen
(p.s. Just press play.)
Chuck turned on the projector. First there were a slew of images of what seemed to be a group of friends. All of them were happy and seemed to be partying on a nonstop basis. The kids noticed a man that looked suspiciously like a woman, a young Latino girl, two women who were obviously in love, a sad guitarist, a black man smoking marijuana and another who looked like he was always pissed off. And finally a rare shot of a skinny guy with glasses. The end of the reel showed the man who was dressed like a woman, except he was a man again. He was basking in some sort of light, like an angel.
"I wonder who these people are." Chuck said.
Another image popped onto the screen. It was the same Latino girl but she looked disgustingly ill and pale. The sun was on her face and made her look somewhat like a ghost. She wastalking into the camera.After that the screen turned black for a minute and then another one showed up. It was the same sad guitarist playing a song. He didn't look too well either. He was oblivious to whoever was taping him.After that there was what seemed to be a wedding celebration. The two women were getting married. Lastly there were two bits from the news. The first one was saying how somebody named Benny had shot himself in the head. The last one talked about a mugging happening just around the corner from the loft. Then the screen went black.
"I wonder what happened to them."
a/n: What do you think? Read and review please! It'll only make me a better writer!