My Way Home Is Through You

I’m the last one left.  She got all of them but me.  I can hear her calling out.
“My little bassist boy, where are you~?  Come out, come out, wherever you are~”
No.  I must carry on the parade in my brother’s name.  He started it, but I can’t let it die with him.  I duck behind a wall.  What does she hope to accomplish by killing all of us?  Surely she must know it won’t end with us.  Others will come to lead it after our time is through.
I look away for nigh a minute, then turn back to see that she’s already found me.  I jump, and back up as far as I can into a corner.
She follows, never taking her eyes off me.
“You were always my favorite~  That’s why you’re still here…for now~”
She kneels down in front of me.
Her eyes go normal, and she looks kind of sad.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I pull her into a hug.  I hear a small, confused noise emit from the back of her throat, but she returns the embrace.
“I finally figured it out…you’re not death…you’re not here to kill me…you’re my way home.  Could never really find my own way home.  But…you’re the missing link.  My way home…it’s through you.”
My vision fades, and I slump against her form, then I fade away.
She pauses.
“…the Black Parade is dead.”