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Chapter 1
Set in 1563. Gerard Way: A handsome, rich, young noble who tortured his people for their blood. Inspired by the true story of Elizabeth Bathory.... Medieval Frerard.
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The funeral had started 20 minutes ago. No one had seen the young man attend. He was the talk of the village. Despite being a wealthy noble, he was shy and preferred staying hidden on the sidelines, letting his wife do all the decision-making. He loved her too much, and she loved being in control. They were also more than just a prosperous family. The young man's great uncle was the king. And although he was shy and quiet, he loved making his wife happy. He bought her the most expensive fabric for her custom made dresses. He bought her all the jewelry she ever dreamed of. He made her feel like she was on top of the world. Lindsay loved him back as well. She thought she was the most blessed girl in the world. She made him happy. It was a typical young love story. But no one could deny that Lindsay was horribly rude and foul-mouthed to the people, and she disrespected the poor.
The young man didn't care, he let her do as she pleased. He let her accuse the servants of stealing her items when she had simply misplaced them herself. There was a time when Lindsay could not find her coral, polished comb. The one her husaband had ordered his men to make especially for her by digging out, polishing the rock, and shaping it into a beautiful innocent comb, made for the little, rich girls who had their hair brushed for them. Lindsay frantically searched her dressing room, tossing everything out of the drawers onto the floors. Three young maids stood quietly behind her. Lourelle, Annabel, and Kristen. They had offered to help but Lindsay growled at them to shut up.
After 20 minutes, the dressing room deemed to look like a cyclone had passed through. Lindsay was fuming. Her face was tomato-red; this was the special comb he had given her for their 3rd anniversary. "Which one of you stole my comb?" She demanded.
The girls were quiet. None of them uttered a sound.
"WELL?!!" She yelled.
Silence.
"Alright then. I know it was you, Annabel. You stole my comb to help pay your family's taxes? We all know they can barely afford a loaf of stale bread. You should feel lucky you work here," Lindsay said, in a very calm, irritating voice.
"Miss Lindsay, I swear I did not steal your comb, nor have I saw it, please," Annabel began, shooting a pleading glance at the other two maids, begging for their help. They stayed quiet; knowing what will happen if they stood up for their friend.
"You stupid girl, I can tell you are lying. Nevermind, you must pay for your actions. You don't think people should do things without contemplating the consequences, hmm?" After that Lindsay had gotten up and grabbed the girl by her golden locks, dragging her out the room. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at her two friends pleading them to proclaim her innocence, they looked down from her desperate gaze, ashamed they had not spoken up for their friend, yet scared to what Lindsay might do to them as well.
As the nineteen year old maid was being dragged down the dark hallway of Ecsed Castle, where they lived, they ran into Linday's husband who looked surprised. "What's going on?" He asked, eying Lindsay as she yanked the girl's hair and she cried out in pain.
"This bitch stole my coral comb," she yelled.
"Lindsay," He began, "I don't think Annabel would do such a thing, she has been working here since she was 11, I trust her."
Lindsay looked like she was going to burst with anger, as she glared at her husband with rage-filled eyes. The maid looked up with hopeful eyes.
"Are you calling me a liar?" Lindsay demanded.
"I did not say such a think, love," He said. "I just think Annabel would not do such a think, you might have misplaced it. Please check again."
"I told you that she STOLE my COMB, I am certain. Why are you sticking up for her?! I am your wife, I thought you loved me," She pouted childishly.
"Baby, I love you, I really do," He looked at Annabel and sighed. "Fine, if you are certain she did steal it. I am very disappointed in you Annabel."
Lindsay smirked, and Annabel opened her mouth to protest, but was brutally dragged away by Lindsay.
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Two Months later
After the comb incident, no one had seen Annabel again. Usually the maids would love sitting down at night and telling stories to each other about what they thought Lindsay did to the people whom she had taken away. They would laugh and make fun of her, call her names and such. Night time was the only time they were truly free from her wrath. But this did not occur that often anymore, because they were all horribly distracted. Lindsay was sick.
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Gerard Arthur Way was going insane. He called all the doctors he knew to check up on Lindsay. They would give her medicine, it would do no good, and she would eventually get worse. He'd been doing nothing but sitting there by her side, telling her how much he loved her. And she would occasionally lift her arm up to brush a long black lock that fell on his face behind his ears. That is, when she wasn't too weak. Two weeks later, everyone was struck with the tragic news of her death. Her funeral was today. But Gerard never left his castle.
By time, he had became a bitter, rude man. Always yelling and bossing around the servants. He had became impatient, rude, and ignorant. Much like his wife, but far, far worse. The maids understood that inside of him, his heart was filled with pain and grief. They knew about how much he loved Lindsay and they had respected his love for her despite her being an absolute bitch. So they had put up with him. But things had started to seriously go wrong on the evening of 21st September 1563.
Gerard Way sat glumly in the immense, leather chair in his bedroom. He was surrounded by his 3 most trusted people in his heart, and a maid. Michael James Way, Robert Bryar, and Raymond Toro. They were sitting with him this evening keeping him company. They were the only people who managed to make him smile these days. He had called in one of the maids, Martha, to tidy up his room. Michael was his little brother. He hadn't seen him in a long time, and was excited to see him tonight. Robert and Raymond were close friends of his.
Michael and Gerard used to be really close brothers when they were children, and seemed to be even closer when they were teenagers. The only difference was the while Gerard was quiet and shy, Michael was social, loud, and very cheerful. The village loved him, but really didn't take notice of Gerard that often. That is, until now. Gerard sat scowling at the pathetic maid, who walked in tripping at the sight of him. She was nervously picking up the items scattered around the room, and dusting the dresser. Trying her best to avoid his eye, but it was hard with someone glaring at her so menacingly. Michael tried conversing with his brother to distract him. But he seemed to ignore him and continue scowling at the maid. She was sweating nervously, it was hard staying calm when he was observing her so hard. The clumsy maid had gotten so distracted she tripped again, falling headfirst into the dresser, knocking out a palm-sized glass angel which had fallen on the floor with a loud crash.
Gerard's heart has stopped beating as he inspected the damage. This was the present that Lindsay had gotten him for his 25th birthday. He stared at the frightened maid, as she slowly started getting up. Before she could open her mouth to muster an apology, his palm came flying towards her and met her face with an agonizing SMACK. She fell to the floor, tears falling freely from her eyes as she wept. Half her face was strawberry red, blood flowed from her lips and nose. Gerard started at her, startled at what he had done. He had never hit a woman before, he looked at his palm. There were a few drops of blood dripping from between his middle finger and index finger. It looked so beautiful. It was scarlet and smooth. He loved the feeling of it as it trailed down his palm. He suddenly had an idea. A wicked, yet beautiful idea.
"Robert, tie her up. Tie them all up."
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The young man didn't care, he let her do as she pleased. He let her accuse the servants of stealing her items when she had simply misplaced them herself. There was a time when Lindsay could not find her coral, polished comb. The one her husaband had ordered his men to make especially for her by digging out, polishing the rock, and shaping it into a beautiful innocent comb, made for the little, rich girls who had their hair brushed for them. Lindsay frantically searched her dressing room, tossing everything out of the drawers onto the floors. Three young maids stood quietly behind her. Lourelle, Annabel, and Kristen. They had offered to help but Lindsay growled at them to shut up.
After 20 minutes, the dressing room deemed to look like a cyclone had passed through. Lindsay was fuming. Her face was tomato-red; this was the special comb he had given her for their 3rd anniversary. "Which one of you stole my comb?" She demanded.
The girls were quiet. None of them uttered a sound.
"WELL?!!" She yelled.
Silence.
"Alright then. I know it was you, Annabel. You stole my comb to help pay your family's taxes? We all know they can barely afford a loaf of stale bread. You should feel lucky you work here," Lindsay said, in a very calm, irritating voice.
"Miss Lindsay, I swear I did not steal your comb, nor have I saw it, please," Annabel began, shooting a pleading glance at the other two maids, begging for their help. They stayed quiet; knowing what will happen if they stood up for their friend.
"You stupid girl, I can tell you are lying. Nevermind, you must pay for your actions. You don't think people should do things without contemplating the consequences, hmm?" After that Lindsay had gotten up and grabbed the girl by her golden locks, dragging her out the room. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at her two friends pleading them to proclaim her innocence, they looked down from her desperate gaze, ashamed they had not spoken up for their friend, yet scared to what Lindsay might do to them as well.
As the nineteen year old maid was being dragged down the dark hallway of Ecsed Castle, where they lived, they ran into Linday's husband who looked surprised. "What's going on?" He asked, eying Lindsay as she yanked the girl's hair and she cried out in pain.
"This bitch stole my coral comb," she yelled.
"Lindsay," He began, "I don't think Annabel would do such a thing, she has been working here since she was 11, I trust her."
Lindsay looked like she was going to burst with anger, as she glared at her husband with rage-filled eyes. The maid looked up with hopeful eyes.
"Are you calling me a liar?" Lindsay demanded.
"I did not say such a think, love," He said. "I just think Annabel would not do such a think, you might have misplaced it. Please check again."
"I told you that she STOLE my COMB, I am certain. Why are you sticking up for her?! I am your wife, I thought you loved me," She pouted childishly.
"Baby, I love you, I really do," He looked at Annabel and sighed. "Fine, if you are certain she did steal it. I am very disappointed in you Annabel."
Lindsay smirked, and Annabel opened her mouth to protest, but was brutally dragged away by Lindsay.
******
Two Months later
After the comb incident, no one had seen Annabel again. Usually the maids would love sitting down at night and telling stories to each other about what they thought Lindsay did to the people whom she had taken away. They would laugh and make fun of her, call her names and such. Night time was the only time they were truly free from her wrath. But this did not occur that often anymore, because they were all horribly distracted. Lindsay was sick.
******
Gerard Arthur Way was going insane. He called all the doctors he knew to check up on Lindsay. They would give her medicine, it would do no good, and she would eventually get worse. He'd been doing nothing but sitting there by her side, telling her how much he loved her. And she would occasionally lift her arm up to brush a long black lock that fell on his face behind his ears. That is, when she wasn't too weak. Two weeks later, everyone was struck with the tragic news of her death. Her funeral was today. But Gerard never left his castle.
By time, he had became a bitter, rude man. Always yelling and bossing around the servants. He had became impatient, rude, and ignorant. Much like his wife, but far, far worse. The maids understood that inside of him, his heart was filled with pain and grief. They knew about how much he loved Lindsay and they had respected his love for her despite her being an absolute bitch. So they had put up with him. But things had started to seriously go wrong on the evening of 21st September 1563.
Gerard Way sat glumly in the immense, leather chair in his bedroom. He was surrounded by his 3 most trusted people in his heart, and a maid. Michael James Way, Robert Bryar, and Raymond Toro. They were sitting with him this evening keeping him company. They were the only people who managed to make him smile these days. He had called in one of the maids, Martha, to tidy up his room. Michael was his little brother. He hadn't seen him in a long time, and was excited to see him tonight. Robert and Raymond were close friends of his.
Michael and Gerard used to be really close brothers when they were children, and seemed to be even closer when they were teenagers. The only difference was the while Gerard was quiet and shy, Michael was social, loud, and very cheerful. The village loved him, but really didn't take notice of Gerard that often. That is, until now. Gerard sat scowling at the pathetic maid, who walked in tripping at the sight of him. She was nervously picking up the items scattered around the room, and dusting the dresser. Trying her best to avoid his eye, but it was hard with someone glaring at her so menacingly. Michael tried conversing with his brother to distract him. But he seemed to ignore him and continue scowling at the maid. She was sweating nervously, it was hard staying calm when he was observing her so hard. The clumsy maid had gotten so distracted she tripped again, falling headfirst into the dresser, knocking out a palm-sized glass angel which had fallen on the floor with a loud crash.
Gerard's heart has stopped beating as he inspected the damage. This was the present that Lindsay had gotten him for his 25th birthday. He stared at the frightened maid, as she slowly started getting up. Before she could open her mouth to muster an apology, his palm came flying towards her and met her face with an agonizing SMACK. She fell to the floor, tears falling freely from her eyes as she wept. Half her face was strawberry red, blood flowed from her lips and nose. Gerard started at her, startled at what he had done. He had never hit a woman before, he looked at his palm. There were a few drops of blood dripping from between his middle finger and index finger. It looked so beautiful. It was scarlet and smooth. He loved the feeling of it as it trailed down his palm. He suddenly had an idea. A wicked, yet beautiful idea.
"Robert, tie her up. Tie them all up."
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