What happens when a psychopath becomes infatuated with a Catholic school boy? Chaos, that's what. Frerard.
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It's A Horror Story Baby Just Say Yes
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The school bell rang, signalling the end to the seven hours of pure torture Frank Iero had to endure five days a week.
Frank pushed his way through the crowded halls of Belleville High, attempting to get to his locker. A few obnoxious kids threw a book at him halfway through the journey, just adding to the numerous ailments he'd accumulated over the course of the day.
A few airborne books later and Frank finally made it to his locker. Brushing his long black fringe out of his eyes, he muttered a simple "Fuck you all," whilst shoving his books in the tiny metal space.
"Hey, Frankie!" shouted Frank's best friend, Ray Toro, as he bounded down the packed hall, frizzy hair bouncing on his head.
"Toro!" Frank grinned for what felt like the first time that day. "How's it going, dude?" Ray stopped in front of Frank, hands on his knees and gasping for air.
"I just ran all the way here from my Bio class," he panted, face flushed a deep red.
"Dude, why?" Frank couldn't help but laugh. Only Toro...
"Christa-" He took a breath, "Christa finally asked me out!"
"You're kidding! Congrats, man! I know how much you like her."
"Yeah," said Ray, finally catching his breath. "So how's it going with you and Jamia?" He inquired.
"Ah dude, she's pissed at me again." Frank sighed.
He really did hate it when he fought with Jamia, his girlfriend of six months.
"What'd you say this time?" Ray chuckled.
Frank was his best friend, but everyone knew he said some pretty rude things on occasion.
"Well we were at the movies and she started complaining about the popcorn being too buttery. Then she complained that her soda was regular when she wanted diet. Then the entire way through the movie, she complained about the plot and the actors and just whatever. So, y'know, I go 'You've been complaining the whole time. Are you on your period or something?' She completely freaked out on me, saying, 'Just because a girl's acting different doesn't mean she's on her period!'" Frank sighed, vividly remembering his girlfriend's furious expression at his comment.
What was it with girls? They just freak out over everything...
"Nice, dude. Have you talked to her since?" Ray asked.
"Nope," Frank replied, making a popping noise on the 'p' and shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Whatever, man. Good luck with this whole thing," Ray called, setting off towards his locker.
Frank slung his book bag over his shoulder and started out the double doors of the school, cringing as the sunlight made contact with his eyes and skin.
"Ah, natural light, it burns!" he mumbled, setting off down the street towards his house.
He took a shortcut through the park a few blocks away from his house, passing young children and worrying parents. Poor kids, Frank thought. They have no idea what's waiting for them in high school. He pulled out his iPod from his pocket and stuck the ear buds in his ears, selecting one of the many punk songs and turning the volume up all the way.
Little did he know that someone had watched this entire action, a small smirk making its way onto their lips. Oh, if only he knew...
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Gerard Way sat on the rotting wooden bench in the park, just thinking. The shrill laughs and giggles of the young children at play filling the air around him. Oh how he longed to be a child again, so innocent and unknowing of the horrors of the world.
Unknowing of the horror that was Gerard Way.
The children didn't have even the slightest idea that just twenty feet away from them was a complete psychopath. Little did they know that just the tiniest distance away from them was a murderer.
Yes, that's right, Gerard Way was a murderer. He'd murdered so many women that he'd lost count. Of course he only killed those he found unworthy to walk the Earth, mostly prostitutes, whether they were selling themselves willingly or not.
He knew they were real people, no matter how ugly their insides were, he knew that somewhere, those women had family and friends who cared very much about them. But still he killed them without a second thought. Why?
Because whores tore his family apart. Whores were the reason his baby brother was dead. Poor Mikey, he was only fourteen when he was killed thoughtlessly. He had had his whole life ahead of him and yet he never got to live it.
You see, one night when Mikey and Gerard were supposed to be sleeping, their father brought a whore into the house. His sons were never supposed to find out. But little Mikey heard the loud curses and moans and decided to investigate. He descended down the stairs and into the living room, taking in the sight before him.
His father- obviously very drunk- had a young, scantily clad girl pinned against the wall, kissing her furiously. Mikey immediately began to sob, earning the attention of his father. His father turned around to be met with the sight of his teenage son crying, and he narrowed his eyes.
"How could you do this to mom?!" Mikey had shrieked through his tears.
His father, upon hearing this, spun around and grabbed the thing nearest to him, planning on knocking his son out with it and persuading him that it was all just a dream.
But what he picked up happened to be a hammer left on top of the fireplace from half finished home improvement projects. Mikey's father swung his arm back and hurled the hammer at Mikey, who immediately fell to the floor in a bloody heap.
Seventeen-year-old Gerard Way stood in the doorway, witnessing the entire scene. He ran over to his brother's lifeless corpse and shook him.
"Mikes? Mikes please wake up!" He yelled at the body, but he knew that his brother wasn't there anymore.
The crimson blood slowly trickled from the wound on Mikey's forehead and his once playful hazel eyes were now dead.
Gerard lay his brother back down and picked up the hammer. "You're going to pay for this you fucking scumbag!" Gerard lunged at his father, who drunkenly stumbled backwards.
Gerard brought the hammer down again and again on his father, who begged and screamed for him to stop. Gerard took no notice of this, however, and turned towards the young prostitute cringing against the wall in horror. He flicked his long raven hair out of his eyes and said with a growl, "I'd get out of here while you have the chance, sugar." And with that said, the hooker pried open the front door and sprinted down the street as fast a she could in her heels.
Gerard laid a kiss on his brother's forehead and left home that night, promising never to go back again.
Now at the age of twenty, Gerard Way still had a strong hatred for whores, and he killed them passionately. His sanity had also seen better days. Even though he killed, Gerard's mind was really set like one of a child.
He acted like one, threw tantrums like one, and had mood swings like one. Maybe that's why he was in the park right now- because he's nothing more than an oversized kid.
As Gerard was staring off into space on that park bench, he noticed someone walking along the path, muttering curses under their breath.
The person he saw was a boy, but he happened to be the most beautiful boy Gerard had ever seen.
The boy was short, much shorter than Gerard, and looked to be about sixteen. He had black hair, slightly spiked in the back and a long black fringe covering his right eye. He was wearing your typical Catholic school uniform, a blue blazer, white dress shirt, and a tie, along with gray dress pants.
The boy pulled an iPod out from his pocket and shoved his headphones into his ears, Gerard couldn't help but wonder what kind of music this boy listened to.
But Gerard knew one thing: he wanted this boy.
And whatever Gerard Way wanted, Gerard Way got.
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