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Solitude - I
He wouldn’t go crazy, never-- not like the rest of them. He wasn’t going down without a fight.
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Prologue: http://www.ficwad.com/story/82313
This is Part One: Solitude
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“Give me a shot to remember,
And you can take all the pain away from me.
A kiss and I will surrender,
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead.
A light to burn all the empires,
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be,
In love with all of these vampires,
So you can leave like THE SANE ABANDONED ME…”
Gerard Way gazed drearily out the circle-shaped hotel window at the broken bits of artificial intelligence dotting the streets below him.
The city had been planning to build a glass highway, but the plans hadn’t passed inspection. Nothing had for the past thousand years, and nothing would.
If Gerard had his way, he would have stayed sleeping for another hour before getting up. But he didn’t have his way, and it wasn’t safe to stay in the location he was, mostly because the building he was currently residing in was at least half intact. He wouldn’t be the only one interested in it.
He stood sideways in the bathroom mirror, looking at his profile.
He looked old. Tired and unhappy.
There was something missing. He’d always known it. It was like a hole.
He’d been alone for as long as he could remember, listening to echoes in his head. It was so quiet. He could hear people and cars and children in his brain, just ricocheting off the walls of his skull, but they were all dead, weren’t they? And that would be the point he’d just have to sit down and clear his mind. He wouldn’t go crazy, never-- not like the rest of them. He wasn’t going down without a fight.
Gerard slunk back to the bed and pulled the covers back over it, smoothing them out. He stared at the empty space for a moment before slipping his shirt on, the only article of clothing he hadn’t slept with, other than his shoes, and stepping out of the room. The elevators glided across the complex atrium noiselessly, dodging effortlessly over the crumbled pillars and plant debris spread over the lobby floor. He was surprised they still worked.
Nothing could see in, but Gerard could see out. He liked one-way windows. Privacy, even if there was close to nothing to keep secrets from.
Gerard stepped out of the building, cold morning wind hitting his face. The front door of the hotel opened up to the dark, damp, trash-scattered, ground under the freeways.
He lit a cigarette; puffing the smoke out and watching it float up to disappear in the orange haze. In, out, in, out, dreary clouds absorbing the wafting substance.
He felt fingers slip into his back pocket and he stiffened, startled. The calming feeling of a hand slid up his back, tentatively at first.
He could smell someone. It was a familiar smell; he just couldn’t place it though.
It could have been his father’s smell, maybe one of the people Gerard had been associated with for the short time he’d worked in the police force.
Or it could be of the boy he’d grown up with, the boy who he’d shared his first kiss with, the boy who he thought he’d adored with his whole existence, but knew it was impossible to keep by his side forever. A lost childhood love, that was all. Nothing more, nothing less.
He could be dead, and it wouldn’t matter to Gerard. It was none of his business. He probably was dead, anyways.
“You’re not here…,” Gerard whispered, more to reassure himself than anything. Because really, it was absurd.
The someone leaned their head on his shoulder and he could swear he knew it: a rounded jaw and dully pointed chin, clean and smelling like coffee, cologne, and the shaving cream they’d always spray on the mirror when they were kids, teens with nothing to do but muck around in human cities with twenty bucks in their pockets and time to waste.
Gerard took a last drag of his light before dropping it to the littered ground and smushing it out with the sole of his boot, black smears left behind among crumbled paper and leaves.
The fingers pulled gently at Gerard's pocket, slipping out, and the warmth on Gerard’s shoulder disappeared. He turned around, the ring on the fourth finger of his left hand clinking against the handgun tucked in his belt loop.
He was alone.
This is Part One: Solitude
+_+x+_+x+_+
“Give me a shot to remember,
And you can take all the pain away from me.
A kiss and I will surrender,
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead.
A light to burn all the empires,
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be,
In love with all of these vampires,
So you can leave like THE SANE ABANDONED ME…”
Gerard Way gazed drearily out the circle-shaped hotel window at the broken bits of artificial intelligence dotting the streets below him.
The city had been planning to build a glass highway, but the plans hadn’t passed inspection. Nothing had for the past thousand years, and nothing would.
If Gerard had his way, he would have stayed sleeping for another hour before getting up. But he didn’t have his way, and it wasn’t safe to stay in the location he was, mostly because the building he was currently residing in was at least half intact. He wouldn’t be the only one interested in it.
He stood sideways in the bathroom mirror, looking at his profile.
He looked old. Tired and unhappy.
There was something missing. He’d always known it. It was like a hole.
He’d been alone for as long as he could remember, listening to echoes in his head. It was so quiet. He could hear people and cars and children in his brain, just ricocheting off the walls of his skull, but they were all dead, weren’t they? And that would be the point he’d just have to sit down and clear his mind. He wouldn’t go crazy, never-- not like the rest of them. He wasn’t going down without a fight.
Gerard slunk back to the bed and pulled the covers back over it, smoothing them out. He stared at the empty space for a moment before slipping his shirt on, the only article of clothing he hadn’t slept with, other than his shoes, and stepping out of the room. The elevators glided across the complex atrium noiselessly, dodging effortlessly over the crumbled pillars and plant debris spread over the lobby floor. He was surprised they still worked.
Nothing could see in, but Gerard could see out. He liked one-way windows. Privacy, even if there was close to nothing to keep secrets from.
Gerard stepped out of the building, cold morning wind hitting his face. The front door of the hotel opened up to the dark, damp, trash-scattered, ground under the freeways.
He lit a cigarette; puffing the smoke out and watching it float up to disappear in the orange haze. In, out, in, out, dreary clouds absorbing the wafting substance.
He felt fingers slip into his back pocket and he stiffened, startled. The calming feeling of a hand slid up his back, tentatively at first.
He could smell someone. It was a familiar smell; he just couldn’t place it though.
It could have been his father’s smell, maybe one of the people Gerard had been associated with for the short time he’d worked in the police force.
Or it could be of the boy he’d grown up with, the boy who he’d shared his first kiss with, the boy who he thought he’d adored with his whole existence, but knew it was impossible to keep by his side forever. A lost childhood love, that was all. Nothing more, nothing less.
He could be dead, and it wouldn’t matter to Gerard. It was none of his business. He probably was dead, anyways.
“You’re not here…,” Gerard whispered, more to reassure himself than anything. Because really, it was absurd.
The someone leaned their head on his shoulder and he could swear he knew it: a rounded jaw and dully pointed chin, clean and smelling like coffee, cologne, and the shaving cream they’d always spray on the mirror when they were kids, teens with nothing to do but muck around in human cities with twenty bucks in their pockets and time to waste.
Gerard took a last drag of his light before dropping it to the littered ground and smushing it out with the sole of his boot, black smears left behind among crumbled paper and leaves.
The fingers pulled gently at Gerard's pocket, slipping out, and the warmth on Gerard’s shoulder disappeared. He turned around, the ring on the fourth finger of his left hand clinking against the handgun tucked in his belt loop.
He was alone.
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