He didn't want anyone else to have him, so he took matters into his own hands. For CosmicZombie's Music And Words. Frerard.
A/N: Yay, another one-shot for CosmicZombie's Music and Words! :D Alrighty, so when I saw that the song for this week was Victor's Piano Solo from The Corpse Bride, I had to write a one-shot for it. Victor just reminds me so much of Gerard. Seriously, they're twins. Also, Corpse Bride is one of my favorite movies ever. I love pretty much anything Tim Burton. :3 Alright, enough of my pointless rambling. Do enjoy my story and please review! They mean the world to me.
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own My Chemical Romance or Corpse Bride. Le sighs.
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His pale white fingers gracefully danced along the ivory keys of the piano, creating sounds equal to that of the singing angels. His shiny black shoes pushed down onto the pedals, making the music bounce off the walls of the dark ballroom. His face remained expressionless, but anyone could see the many years of worry and sadness permanently carved into his otherwise blemish-free face.
His face was rather beautiful with its high cheekbones and crystal clear hazel eyes framed by a fringe of dark eyelashes. His thin pink lips were drawn into a straight line, forehead creased in deep concentration. Above the forehead was a long, shiny mane of jet black hair, slightly pushed back and ruffled to perfection.
His stark white dress shirt was crease free, covered by a black vest and black tie.
The vase on top of the piano contained one flower which he changed out each day- always the same flower, though.
Always the same.
Who was this man, you may ask. If he's so beautiful, why does he not have an equally beautiful young woman sitting on the bench next to him?
This man was Gerard Arthur Way. He didn't have a young woman next to him because he did not find young women attractive. He was rather found of men more than women. But why doesn't he have a young man next to him, then? Why isn't he married to a man as beautiful as him?
Oh, he was married- well, about to be married at least. His wedding was in a few days time, and he was to be married in the very room he was in right now.
Then where was his fiancee, you say to yourself.
Well, he was dead.
Yes, you heard that right. Gerard Way's fiancee was dead and gone, his body nothing but a hollow shell.
But how did he die? Well now, Gerard killed him. Yes, killed him himself! One shot to the heart was all it took. But why did he kill the man he loved? Because Gerard didn't want anyone else to have him.
Little Frankie Iero, so young, so much potential. He was only eighteen, four years younger than Gerard. So, so young. But Gerard killed him.
You see, when Gerard and Frankie would be out in the town, girls and men alike would be trying to steal him away from Gerard. Frankie loved Gerard and Gerard loved Frankie, but Gerard couldn't fathom the thought of Frankie running off with someone else.
So he killed him.
Gerard kept his body, covered in his own blood as he was. He didn't want anyone else to see his body. No, he was for Gerard and Gerard only.
As Gerard's song came to an end, he stood and made his way up the stairs and into his room where Frankie's body lay.
"Hi, Frankie," he whispered to the corpse.
Gerard crawled into the bed beside him, bringing the covers up over them both. He reached over to his side and pulled the lamp chain, casting the room into complete darkness.
Goodnight, Frankie. I love you," he purred, planting a gentle kiss on Frankie's ice cold forehead.
If one were to listen carefully, you'd be able to hear the wind raging outside the window croak a soft reply. A reply that brought a gentle smile to Gerard's lips.
"I love you too, Gerard."