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Chapter 19

by killjoy_frerard 4 reviews

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Warnings: [?] - Published: 2011-06-21 - Updated: 2011-06-21 - 983 words

Chapter 19

Party Poison's POV:
I paced back and forth, worrying about Sweetheart Gift. If I had my way, that motherfucker would already be dead because of all the things he's done to her. But unfortunately, I didn't often have my way.

The sun was starting to set, and my anxiety increased. She had never been back this late before...

Just as I was about to curl up into a fetal position from nerves, I heard feet coming toward us. They hit the cold ground loudly and quickly, so whoever it was must have been running. This I only heard for seconds though, because after a moment, I saw Gift racing over the horizon.

Her hair was falling out, and her beautiful white dress was torn. When she reached us, she bent over and put her hands on her knees, panting, while the others crowded around her.

"What?" I said urgently.

Without looking up, she said breathlessly, "I found...the Kiljun." She looked up, straight into Fun Ghoul's eyes. Ghoul went rigid, and I knew why: The intensity of those eyes... She said, in between great, gasping breaths, "Ghoul...Atomic Jumper...she's not...dead..."

Blank shock showed on Ghoul's face at these words; he mouthed soundlessly at Gift (I, for one, was at a loss too). I looked around: Jet's eyes were as wide as dinner plates, Grace had both hands over her mouth, and Kobra's mouth was simply hanging open. Finally, Ghoul managed to choke out, "Not...dead? Wh-what do you mean, Gift?"

She seemed to be recovering from her run. "She was the Kiljun. There was...a lot of Killjoys there, and...she was one of them."

There was a beat of silence, and then Ghoul ran up to her, threw his arms around her, and started kissing her cheek over and over in between apologies and thanks. "Oh - my God - thank - you -" he blubbered between kisses. Envy flared up within me; why didn't I kiss her like that?

"Um...Gift?" I heard someone say. I looked around and saw that it was Kobra. Ghoul finally let go of Gift so she could look at Kobra.

"Yeah?" she said.

"Is there for me?" he asked, and anyone could hear the hope in his voice.

Gift looked nonplussed. ", sorry..."

Kobra's face fell and shattered on the ground. "Oh..." he murmured. "Oh, okay." He turned away and sat on a rock while the rest of us plotted our prison break.


The next day, Factored Denominator and Acidic Bombshell arrived with some friends, and he insisted on them introducing themselves.

A girl with green hair and brown eyes stepped forward, waved, and said, "Hi, I'm Green Wallflower. I love drawing and music, and I think that Billie Joe Armstrong was the hottest guy who ever lived."

"Who's Billie Joe Armstrong?" Gift whispered in my ear as she took in Wallflower's black, ripped skinny jeans, white converse with cherries on the shoelaces, and gray t-shirt.

"I'll tell you later," I whispered back.

Next, a guy with blue hair, an orange shirt that said "FCKH8", blue jeans, vans, a ton of wristbands, and a rainbow beaded necklace that said "Rainbow Pride", said, "I'm Rainbow Death. I loved Broadway when it was around, and I'm proudly gay."

"What's Broadway?" Gift asked me again.

"Tell you later."

"I'm Bookworm Blaster," said a girl wearing a plaid jumper over a yellow blouse, dark blue stockings, and converse. All of her clothes were torn, and the blonde knot at the back of her head was falling out. She wore huge glasses. "I loved Harry Potter, The Mortal Instruments, Vampire Academy, and nearly any book that came under my nose." She paused, considering. "Except for Twilight."

"Hear, hear!" cried Fun Ghoul. I laughed at the expression of utter confusion on Gift's face.

"And this," continued Bookworm, gesturing to another guy, "is Opera Ghost." He was wearing entirely black, except for a white half-mask covering part of his slicked-back black hair. "He doesn't talk much, but he likes composing, and he prefers to fight with a sword and a lasso, rather than a gun, if the opportunity presents itself. He also goes by OG." OG swept into a low bow.

The last person swept to the front gracefully. There was something familiar in her green eyes, red hair, and low-cut clothing..."Hi, I'm Winding Crescendo. I love singing, and....yeah, that's pretty much it."

When she spoke, I knew. I knew where I knew her from. I stepped forward slowly, examining her, and finally, I said, "Elise?"

Her gorgeous face broke into a wide smile. "Gerard!!" she squealed, and threw her arms around me. Hesitantly, I hugged her back.

When she released me, I saw that Kobra was wearing a look of intense satisfaction, like his birthday had come early. I wasn't looking forward to his taunts about her (you'd think he was ten years old!), when he already teased me about Sweetheart Gift.

Oh shit, Sweetheart Gift. I turned toward her, having nearly forgotten, and saw that she was determinedly looking away.

Soooooooo yeah. I don't really have anything witty to say, other than sorry, but this might be my last update for a while. My friend is visiting from Canada, and I won't have a lot of time. I'll update if I ever have a free moment.

To Billie, if you're reading this: yes, I know that you don't have green hair. But I thought it would be cooler.

Also, y'all know bout that Honda Civic Tour thingie? Wellll um MCR is finally gonna come to my city sooo um ME AND MAH FRIEND BILLIE JOE ARE GONNA GO SEE THEM QKNXCBJSXJSZKHFISHSIDHDIWJ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh and also, I really hope that you guys will read my Frerard. And tell me if it's bad. Pleaseeee??

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