Gerard has died, and people are slowly acepting he's gone. But is he really?
There was a searing pain coming from my wrist.
Wait I was dead. There should be no pain. There should be nothing. Not even these thoughts.
But nope, there was pain alright. And there were thoughts.
And the agony was worse than the night I died.
I heard far away voices, but they were getting closer by the second
“-could be worse, he wasn’t a bleeder like you! Hardly had any meat on him, poor guy. Oh well, we need to increase our numbers in case a war breaks out. If the worse does happen, we’ll find him via the tag, and call him back.” Said a light female voice, full of importance and demanding respect.
These words meant nothing to me, because if I’m honest I was more focused on the pain.
“You really think there is a war coming then?” Said a small male voice, I think it might have been a kid.
“From where I see it, it would appear inevitable.” Said the woman
“Me too, Arthur, Me too,”
I felt the pain slowly ebbing away, as I was presumably coming round.
But that should be impossible.
I died for crying out loud! Why was this happening?
“wuuhhuhh...” I tried to speak, and I felt a cold hand clasp my wrist.
“He’s coming round Arthur, WHY IS HE COMING ROUND?” She shouted.
“I-I-I don’t know Jayde! This shouldn’t be happening for days!”
“You...Man, What is your name?” ‘Jayde’ demanded.
I couldn’t even see her, and she expected me to answer? Who was she?
“Ger-eraah...” I groaned.
“He’s not fully conscious yet!” this Jayde woman shouted at someone, who I presumed was this ‘Arthur’ kid.
I opened my eyes and found myself squinting at a white ceiling, with a woman leaning over me, who I presumed to be Jayde.
My first thought was the sheer breathtaking beauty of the woman. She was long and willowy, with long red hair down to her lower back. She had a simple long, black dress on, which flowed over her perfect body. I was in total shock, and I couldn’t take my eyes of off her.
“You came round early” she said, handing me a wine glass full of red stuff.
I wanted to speak, but if I did, I thought I might puke, so I kept it shut.
I sipped the drink. It was gooey and thick, with a strong familiar metallic taste. There was only one thing it could be. It was blood.
The second it touched my tongue, I felt the strength of my senses increase by a load. It made my head spin and I spat it out.
“Well don’t spit it out!” Said another voice, causing me to look up.
A small teenage boy was walking towards me. he didn’t look special, just like your average kid, then he smiled and I caught the fangs.
“w-w-whuh...” I stuttered.
He laughed and pulled the fake fangs out.
“S’okay, I don’t have fangs!” he laughed. “I am a vampire though,” he said thoughtfully.
“Kid, I appreciate your jokes and that, but can you please just tell me what I’m doing here?” I said pleadingly.
“Jayde took you from the morgue. We need recruits,”
“Recruits? What do you mean recruits? I’M FUCKING DEAD!” I shouted.
“Well, you look pretty alive to me.” he smiled cheekily. I really wanted to hit him.
“So, what’s your name?” he asked inquisitively.
“Cool, so really, about the recruit thing, what’s the real reason I’m here?”
He looked at the door and at the window as if he expected to see spies listening in.
“Okay, I’ll tell you, seeing as you’re one of us now, but you have to keep quiet. Tell nobody,”
I nodded, and he continued: “Years ago, I died. I was brought to this very room. I was laid on that very bed by Jayde. Jayde is a vampire, like me, and now, like you, and thousands of others out there. Many years ago, a human found a vampire, and knew what he was. There is now a huge group of humans out there determine to hunt us down and kill us again. Sure, many of us would gladly go to their graves and die...again, seeing as they didn’t ask for this life. But if the vampires die out, and become extinct, there will be no one to protect the world from the real threat”
“There was a prophecy. Centuries ago, in the age on the Tudors, an oracle said that if the vampires die, the Apocalypse will come and the world will burn. There will be no heaven, only hell. Nobody will stand a chance. That can’t happen Gerard. People will be kept alive and tortured daily by their own minds. Their souls will turn against their bodies. People will still live, oh yes, but in a flaming, pain-filled world of torture and madness. How does that sound?”
My eyes were wide, and he saw I wasn’t messing anymore. This shit was as real as it got.
“That sounds horrible” I said, horrified.
“Yeah, that’s why we need to start building an army. We need recruits. If we’re wrong and a war doesn’t break out, you can continue you life as normal-“
“NORMAL?” I roared “My wife and family think I’m dead. How the fuck do you think I tell them that I’m back as a vampire? They’re gonna think they’re going insane!”
I heard the sound of high heels on tile and turned around to see Jayde.
“”We’re sorry, that’s for you to deal with.” She said apologetically. “We have buried a tracking device under your skin, in your left arm. Please don’t remove it. Think about what Arthur has told you. Anyway Gerard, you’re free to go. If we call you, you must come.” She made to walk off.
“Wait,” I shouted after her
She turned back and gestured for me to continue.
“Where am I? And How do you plan to call me? Where do I find you?”
“At the moment, you’re at my base, I cannot give you the exact location for secure reasons, but once you leave, you will know how to get back, I assure you. As for calling you, we’ll send out radio waves to your tracker and it’ll set off a small alarm. You’ll know what to do. I will be here if you ever wish to find me. Now please, I’m sure you have things to be getting on with.”
“In other words ‘Get Out’” I said.
So with that, I left, not quite sure whether to run home to my family and tell them I was back, or go and run off a cliff.
Then it hit me. I was a fucking vampire dude! I reached the bottom of the stairs in a grimy flat. I walked through the door and realised where I was. I was five minutes away from my mom’s house. About twenty minutes away from my house.
I turned left and realised Jayde and Arthur hadn’t told me what I was capable of. I knew I needed blood, but that was it. What if I was super strong or super fast or had some awesome superpowers. I walked past a bus shelter and testing myself, made to punch through the glass.
It failed. My fist hit the solid sheet and I felt my knuckles crack and bones splintered.
“FUCK!” I screamed into the air.
I shuffled on, cradling my broken hand, tears of pain in my eyes. Man, that’d fucking hurt.
I reached home.
That was when I noticed a strange sensation in my hand. I looked down to see my fingers repositioning themselves.
My mind was dangerously close to cutting out.
Time to make a surprise entrance
It had been a week since Gerard’s death and I was staying with Lindsey, making sure she didn’t do anything reckless. Frank had brought Bandit back last night, and she kept asking for her Dad.
It was a late night and Me and Lindsey were sitting in the living room, watching SNL, when Lindsey spoke.
“I miss him Mikey. Do you reckon he’s up there? Watching us? Keeping us safe?” she sounded desperate, like she was begging me to say yes.
“I bet he is Lin, he’d be watching over us now, and he’d be happy, because he isn’t in pain anymore.” I said, trying to make her smile, which was hard because I didn’t feel particularly smiley myself funny enough.
Then we heard a key in the door.
“Alicia? Is that you?” I called into the hall.
Then we heard Bandit running down the stairs, and a delighted squeal of “DADDY!”
Lindsey burst into tears and sat hugging herself.
I got up and went to get Bandit.
The doctors had said this might happen. They said she might start to create images of Gerard in her head, kind of like she was hallucinating. They said it was her way of grieving giving she didn’t really understand what was happening. It would mean she was suffering post-traumatic- stress. Which would mean medication and thera-
Can you imagine my shock as I saw my brother standing in the doorway, in the same clothes he died in?
It was mad.
“GERARD!” I roared, pouncing on him, pinning him to the floor and hugging every bit of him.
I heard Lindsey scream from the lounge and I pulled him up.
Then it struck me.
“But... you died.” I stated.
“No shit Sherlock. Now, where are my girls?”
“Lounge” I muttered, trying to work this out.
He walked in and Lindsey got up and did exactly what I’d done; she dived on him, knocking him down and she was saying his name over and over again.
“So, care to explain?” I asked Gerard, grinning.
“Erm, to cut a long story short, I’m a vampire.”
“BULLSHIT!” I shouted laughing.
“I’m being serious!” He said, laughing too.
“Oh really?” I smirked.
“REALLY!” He shouted.
“Whatever... you’re back. That’s all that matters.”
There was a silence, then something dawned on me.
“Gerard, did you fake your death?”
He looked appalled.
“WHAT? No!” he cried, looking like I’d gone mad.
“Oh... you’re sure?”
“Mikey, you were there. Did that shit look fake to you?”
“No, guess not.”
“So, does this mean you think I’m joking about the whole vampire thing?” he asked.
I couldn’t think of a response to that, so I sat quietly.
Lindsey was clutching her husband, in such a way; I doubted she would ever let him go.
Bandit was sitting on her dad’s knee, informing him on what he’d missed
And me? I was just sat there, happy he was back. Even if it was totally illogical.
But there was the tough bit.
Breaking it to the guys, the fans and the media that Gerard Way, was very much alive.