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Die For You
The year is 2345. The mafia has slowly grown so it controls the world itself. Blood is shed and a war is on. Who will win? Will love be able to spawn from pure hatred. **Had to repost sorry**
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Hey people. I was very bored and needed to take my mind off things so I just made this up. Yeah so title is from Black veil Brides, chapter title is from Good Charlotte. Remember to rate and review so I know whether there is any point of continuing this. This is basically about the mafia in the future so there is going to be futuristic stuff in it and it's about war, hate, love, drugs, organised crime and shit like that also later on it is going to be a Frerard and it is going to have sex between two gay men so yeah you no like you no read.
Enjoy
Rosie :)
Die For You
Chapter One
Chronicles of Life and Death
By Apollonia Corleone (yep that's my new pen name)
A.K.A: ilovefrankieieroxx
London, England
27th December 2345
Midnight
The ghostly grey moon shone through the thick smog which clogged London's streets. No soul dared walk these streets on their own. Dimly lit street lamps flashed occasionally. Dark silhouettes drifted through the dense atmosphere.
A short man walked calmly through the haze. Cigarette smoke floating from his mouth, mingling with the heavy smog around him. A dark trilby was placed on one side of his head showing his short, ebony hair. His hazel eyes were outlined carefully in red eyeliner with black crosses over his lids, the classic sign of his family. The Iero’s. A red rose was pinned onto his lapel silently telling the world of his high status of Don.
Three men guarded the don. Two at the sides, one at the back. They all had the same eye makeup as the don, every member had. Pistols and numerous other weapons, some hidden some visible, all for the protection of this one man. Taking away the cancer stick from his mouth and blowing a huge gust of smoke to add to the pollution that constricted the airways of the weak. The short man held up his right hand with the burning smoke in between his index and middle finger signalling his men to stop. They did so at once.
Another group were walking the opposite direction to the Iero’s the leader also was wearing a trilby on one side of his head showing his chin length, greasy black hair on show. His emerald eyes were outlined with black eyeliner but smudged creating a smoky effect. The sign that his family were the Way’s. A black pin striped suit adorned the taller. A red rose was also pined onto his lapel showing his high status of Don. Again three bodyguards flanked the taller man. One was the leader’s brother and he was the family’s Consigliori. The advisor and the right hand man of the Don. A smoke was also dangling in between his lips further polluting the air around him. A smirk appeared on his pale face when he saw the on comer. He too stopped his men. His smirk grew when he saw the glare the shorter man was giving him
"Frank. How lovely it is to meet you again" purred the taller
"Don't use my first name Way" spat the shorter, pulling out a pistol and aiming it at the smirking man, whose smirk had faltered slightly at the weapon.
Everyone knew that Frank Iero was a violent man. If you looked at him funny. You were dead. If you spoke to him. You were dead. A man of his word if he said he would kill you. He would. But slowly and painfully causing maximum pain. He was born and raised in Sicily but brought to London as a small child. Living in the Slums had given Frank the kick up the ass he needed to help run his fathers "Business" when he died. That business were illegal prostitution rackets, taking homeless girls off the street and sold them off most of the time as sex slaves, but the more beautiful were kept in brothels. Since Iero was gay the beautiful men were kept for himself, but after a while he shot them when they started boring him. Iero was very young 23 at most but his height made him look younger.
Gerard Way was the leader who had a gun pointed at his face. He wasn't as violent as his enemy but could kill you in a second if you insulted either him or his family. Born in Northern Ireland he and his younger brother were brought to England at the tender age of 3 after the IRA had taken over the whole of the country. His father used to run an illegal gambling company all over Ireland. However when he was shot by the IRA in front of the boy at the age of 2. Gerard had to take over the family business when he was 9. At the age of 28 he had become very successful. He was also gay but hated using men for sex.
A lot had changed since the year 2011. The government had collapsed. Law also collapsed. The Monarchy was abolished and the monarchs were beheaded. It became survival of the fittest. Houses were raided, fires blazed everywhere. Anarchy had risen. Murders rose. There was nothing people could do to stop it. Heads of the Mafia had hated seeing the human race becoming uncivilized animals. It was decided that each country would have at least one family to help control the people. The Iero's and The Way's were both chosen to help co control England. The war for London was on, since Iero and Way despised each other.
"Put down the gun Iero. I don't think Mrs Corleone would be very pleased if you murdered me, as you know we co rule England. So even though I hate your guts, we have to at least tolerate each other. Or else your ass would be in some deep shit." Knowing the taller man was right. Iero lowered the gun. Spitting on the ground, trying to get the spittle as close to Way's spats as he could. He continued walking.
So yeah that's the first chapter done. What do you think? The Frerard will come later as well as some violence and stuff but this is just explaining stuff at the moment.
Rosie :)
A/N: Sorry fuckwad is being very stupid so I've had to repost this sorry
Enjoy
Rosie :)
Die For You
Chapter One
Chronicles of Life and Death
By Apollonia Corleone (yep that's my new pen name)
A.K.A: ilovefrankieieroxx
London, England
27th December 2345
Midnight
The ghostly grey moon shone through the thick smog which clogged London's streets. No soul dared walk these streets on their own. Dimly lit street lamps flashed occasionally. Dark silhouettes drifted through the dense atmosphere.
A short man walked calmly through the haze. Cigarette smoke floating from his mouth, mingling with the heavy smog around him. A dark trilby was placed on one side of his head showing his short, ebony hair. His hazel eyes were outlined carefully in red eyeliner with black crosses over his lids, the classic sign of his family. The Iero’s. A red rose was pinned onto his lapel silently telling the world of his high status of Don.
Three men guarded the don. Two at the sides, one at the back. They all had the same eye makeup as the don, every member had. Pistols and numerous other weapons, some hidden some visible, all for the protection of this one man. Taking away the cancer stick from his mouth and blowing a huge gust of smoke to add to the pollution that constricted the airways of the weak. The short man held up his right hand with the burning smoke in between his index and middle finger signalling his men to stop. They did so at once.
Another group were walking the opposite direction to the Iero’s the leader also was wearing a trilby on one side of his head showing his chin length, greasy black hair on show. His emerald eyes were outlined with black eyeliner but smudged creating a smoky effect. The sign that his family were the Way’s. A black pin striped suit adorned the taller. A red rose was also pined onto his lapel showing his high status of Don. Again three bodyguards flanked the taller man. One was the leader’s brother and he was the family’s Consigliori. The advisor and the right hand man of the Don. A smoke was also dangling in between his lips further polluting the air around him. A smirk appeared on his pale face when he saw the on comer. He too stopped his men. His smirk grew when he saw the glare the shorter man was giving him
"Frank. How lovely it is to meet you again" purred the taller
"Don't use my first name Way" spat the shorter, pulling out a pistol and aiming it at the smirking man, whose smirk had faltered slightly at the weapon.
Everyone knew that Frank Iero was a violent man. If you looked at him funny. You were dead. If you spoke to him. You were dead. A man of his word if he said he would kill you. He would. But slowly and painfully causing maximum pain. He was born and raised in Sicily but brought to London as a small child. Living in the Slums had given Frank the kick up the ass he needed to help run his fathers "Business" when he died. That business were illegal prostitution rackets, taking homeless girls off the street and sold them off most of the time as sex slaves, but the more beautiful were kept in brothels. Since Iero was gay the beautiful men were kept for himself, but after a while he shot them when they started boring him. Iero was very young 23 at most but his height made him look younger.
Gerard Way was the leader who had a gun pointed at his face. He wasn't as violent as his enemy but could kill you in a second if you insulted either him or his family. Born in Northern Ireland he and his younger brother were brought to England at the tender age of 3 after the IRA had taken over the whole of the country. His father used to run an illegal gambling company all over Ireland. However when he was shot by the IRA in front of the boy at the age of 2. Gerard had to take over the family business when he was 9. At the age of 28 he had become very successful. He was also gay but hated using men for sex.
A lot had changed since the year 2011. The government had collapsed. Law also collapsed. The Monarchy was abolished and the monarchs were beheaded. It became survival of the fittest. Houses were raided, fires blazed everywhere. Anarchy had risen. Murders rose. There was nothing people could do to stop it. Heads of the Mafia had hated seeing the human race becoming uncivilized animals. It was decided that each country would have at least one family to help control the people. The Iero's and The Way's were both chosen to help co control England. The war for London was on, since Iero and Way despised each other.
"Put down the gun Iero. I don't think Mrs Corleone would be very pleased if you murdered me, as you know we co rule England. So even though I hate your guts, we have to at least tolerate each other. Or else your ass would be in some deep shit." Knowing the taller man was right. Iero lowered the gun. Spitting on the ground, trying to get the spittle as close to Way's spats as he could. He continued walking.
So yeah that's the first chapter done. What do you think? The Frerard will come later as well as some violence and stuff but this is just explaining stuff at the moment.
Rosie :)
A/N: Sorry fuckwad is being very stupid so I've had to repost this sorry
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