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The Prologue, aka The Myth.

One upon a time, in a wondrous far-off land called New Jersey, lived a famous band of five close friends. Fangirls and fanboys everywhere loved the quintet, and each felt a connection with their addictive songs and heartfelt-to-hateful lyrics. Their success story was an inspiration to many, from being high school rejects and locker-fodder to platinum emo-rockers. Each member swore that they would never, ever let fame get to their heads, and that they would never betray each other or their fans.

But as the years went by, Vanity and Pride began to creep into the singer's mind. He began to pride himself excessively on being the first to be asked for autographs, the one that was interviewed first, the very face of the band. He would spend twice as long getting ready for shows as the rest of the band, and if his needs or wants weren't met, he would disappear for days at a time and reappear a drunken, sky-high wreck who was completely unapproachable by anyone, not even his beloved brother. They all knew they had to do something, but didn't know what.

One cold April night, during another one of the singer's episodes during a party, came a knock at the door of the old mansion they were staying at. The person was a homeless fangirl, who desperately needed a place to stay the night or she would die in the cold. When asked by the singer what she had to give in return, she revealed a beautiful red silk tie, and said that it would replace the stained and worn one he had already, as well as bringing newfound Luck, Strength and Love into his decaying life. Angered at the fangirl's paltry offering and offended by her remark that his life was falling apart, he refused to let her in the house and denounced her as a mere teenie.

Doubly angered by the singer's rude behavior, the fangirl revealed her true identity as a powerful sorceress, and decided that the singer should suffer for his overblown ego and vain ways, and so should his band for not trying to change him. He and the band begged to be spared, but the sorceress didn't listen. Swiftly the band was transformed into the everyday objects they took for granted, and the handsome singer's face and body were twisted into a terrifying new form. As a last vengeance, the sorceress placed a spell on them and wove it into the tie he scorned, declaring that if he did not find a true love to mend his character before the last thread in the tie had faded, he and the band would forever remain how she made them.

As the years went by, the singer's hope for true love faded and his heart grew cold. After all, who could ever learn to love a beast?

Chapter 2: At the Library Mall

"Are you NUTS!?! Ow!" squeaked Jimmy as Jonathan punched his arm.

"Shut up, Jim. Why not? She's the only girl at school who doesn't throw herself at my feet or write love notes to. I should challenge myself once in a while!"

Jimmy shuddered. "But she's a GOTH! And an EMO! She'll either off herself on the first date or summon some evil spirit to eat you! Hey, stop hitting me!"

"I won;t until you get the point. Jim, I could have any girl in Jersey if I wanted to. They can't resist me, and none ever have. Except her. Allison. She's the Holy Grail of girls, buddy. If I can sway her, I'm totally invincible!"

"Maybe she's a lesbian?" Jimmy stated, to yet another hit on the arm from Jon. Wincing, he looked up at his social overlord. It wasn't hard to see why girls all loved Jon. Tall, chiseled features, and hair that looked like it was spun out of gold. He was on every sports team, and wasn't extremely stupid like the other jocks. So why would he want to add Allison Belle, the short, fat emo girl who had no friends, no redeeming features, and no talents (Well, there WAS her vocal talent, but the choirs just passed her by. ) to his "To Do" list? The very reason eluded him.

"Get down Jim, here she she comes! Stay here and leave this to the pro." Jon said with an arrogant tone.

~~~

Allison trotted out of the mall with her purchase. Emblazoned with the skull, heart, and crossbones of the Adeline Street logo, the hoodie certainly stood out on the store's racks. On sale, too! she thought. What fantabulous luck! She was too busy admiring it to notice that Jonathan Williams had blocked her way.

"OOF! Hey nimrod, don't stand in people's way!" Allison yelled, then stopped. "Oh, it's you."

"Hellooo, Allison," Jon said in an oily tone that made her sick. "Going somewhere?"

"Home. Now excuse me, I have errands to run. Outta the way," she retorted as she tried to push him out of the way.

"Now hold on there, girl. Suppose I gave you a ride home? My car has heated seats," he replied, putting an emphasis on "Heated", "I'd never let a fine lady like yourself freeze that sweet a** of yours." Allison had had enough.

"It's summer, jackass. And I have a bike. That ensures that I'll be alive and well while you're a decrepit old fatty remembering the glory days while I'll be living mine! Good day to you, Sir." She struck back, and left Jon stunned as she skipped off to the bike racks and raced off.

Jim quickly sprinted to his master's aid. "Didn't got to well, eh?" he asked and received yet another punch.

"Let's go to Mike's, tool. I have some serious thinking to do."

~~~

Allison sat down at the counter of Vince's Shawarma Shack. She absolutely hated that Jonathan! Actually, she hated any guy with an overblown ego. and the hopeless girls who fell for them. How could they be so stupid as to fall for such a dickhead?

"The usual, Belle?" Came a familiar voice in front of her. Vince, the owner and main cook at the Shack was a good friend of hers, and also one of the finest purveyors of Lebanese food in Belleville.

"Yeah, and could you throw in an extra falafel for my dad? He deserves the reward."

"Finally finished that potato thing?" Vince asked over the crackle of grilling pitas.

"Yup, and he's gonna take it to the Inventor's Fair tomorrow. If he wins, we could be rich!"

"That's great! Hey, if you ever get rich and become an heiress to a fortune, just ask me to cater all your parties and events. I could use the biz, things are getting a bit quiet 'round here." he added as he handed her the paper bag with her order.

"Aww, Vince, you know I'd never leave this place in the dust! All the best caviar in LA can't compare to a hot falafel," Allison laughed as she paid.

Laving the shop and speeding home down the street, she realized how lucky she was to have such close family and friends. Now I just have to find an equally misunderstood and lonely soulmate, and I'll be set for life! she giggled as she reached her house.

4. Glad to be of Service

"HI!"

The very sound of the voice made him jump. "Who's there!?!" he yelled. "Yeow!" he screamed as the lighter's flame burned his hand. Looking back at it, his eyes grew wide in surprise.

The flame on the lighter still had not gone out, but that was not what scared him. On the lighter, two green eyes had appeared, along with a mouth that was shaped into a childish grin. "What the fu-"

"Sorry I spooked ya. Why are you here? You're not an archaeologist, are you?"

"No, I'm lost actually. Is there a phone or something here I can use?" he paused. "Holy s**t, I'm talking to a lighter."

"FRANK!" Came another voice, this one also on the table Mr. Belle found the lighter on. IT was rather high-pitched, but oddly masculine. He looked down to see a hair straightener, snapping it's jaws and talking. "Frank, who the hell is this? You know Gee doesn't like visitors!" it hissed.

The lighter jumped out of his hand easily and landed on the table. "Relax, Ray," said the lighter, who(as Mr. Belle now found) was named Frank, "he's lost! He needs a rest, come with me my good man!" Frank motioned w=for him to follow, with Ray the hair iron following."You are gonna get us in SO much trouble," he whined.

He was sat down in a small-ish room that looked like a servant's quarters, on an amazingly soft bed. "You look beat. Want a coffee?" asked Frank.

"Sure, I am a little faint," replied Mr. Belle. The lighter nodded(I don;t know how it nods, 'kay? Work with me here.) and a coffee pot on a cart trundled it's way in.

He grabbed the mug on the bedside table, and the pot poured some hot caffeine into the mug. Did I just hear a sigh? he thought, as he took a sip from the mug.

"Glad to be of service, man."

Mr. Belle jumped a bit, and saw that the mug had two brown-black eyes staring back at him. "Is EVERYTHING in the freaky house alive?" he asked, more frustrated than scared.

"Be quiet you! Don't let Gee know you're here!" shout-whispered Ray, while Frank looked annoyed at his cautious friend. Suddenly, a figure appeared at the door of the room. "Too late," the mug said mournfully.

"Who is he!?!" the figure demanded. As it stepped into the light in the room, Mr. Belle felt a new surge of fear wash over him. He was the height if a normal man, and was clad in a faded black velvet blazer and dark dress pants. A tattered red tie hung around his neck, and his hair was black and fell to his shoulders. But here the human resemblance faded. His hands and feet were like tiger paws, with a massive claw at each digit. His face was a cross between features from a wolf and a lion, and as he spoke, revealed long canine teeth like a vampire's. Short, sharp horns projected above his eyes, which were an odd hazel and gold color. All over he was covered in jet-black fur, and carried a scent of alcohol and coffee.

"Please, Gee-man,brother, he's lost! Just let him stay for a while until he figures out where to go..." the coffee mug pleaded.

"Shut up, Mikey. He's not going anywhere. NOBODY will ever leave here knowing what really happened to Gerard Arthur Way!" He turned towards Mr. Belle, who along with Ray and Frank, was shaking. "You're never going home," he growled menacingly, "this house is your prison!" Roughly he grabbed his arm and dragged him to a door in the nearby kitchen, Ripping open the door, he flung MR. Belle inside and slammed it shut.

"Man, what the hell is wrong with you!?!" Frank yelled after Gerard as he disappeared up the stairs.

"We could've called someone...me might have gotten the chance to change..." Mikey the mug started to sob quietly, "I miss my brother," he whispered quietly.

Ray sighed, "I gotta say, I don't know what's happened to him lately. He's going insane, and there's nothing we can do. Who knows, if we wait long enough, maybe we'll just stop existing and we won't have to worry about this anymore."

I'll post more tomorrow or until more comments come in!

Chapter 6: Starry nights, lupine bites.

Allison was beginning to get bored at the house. It wasn't that the living household objects weren't fun to hang with, it was just that she hadn't seen as much of the place as she wanted to. She spent her time wandering form one room to the other, meeting more living objects, finding more things to do. Still, one room remained a mystery: The chamber next to the beast's room.

I can't take it anymore, she thought, maybe whatever's in here can give me a clue to why this house is so messed up. Quietly, she padded across the hall from her room to the beast's. She listened outside his door for a moment, and heard nothing. Must be asleep, she thought as a gleeful smile spread across her face. Slowly, she turned the brass handle of the chamber door, and stepped inside.

The chamber was gloomier than the rest of the house, and it took a few minutes for Allison's eyes to adjust to the light. as they did, she saw a strange thing. In the middle of the bare room was a table, on which there was a glass dome. Inside the dome, she could make out a tie of such a vibrant red that it hurt to look at.

What a beautiful tie...what's so forbidden about it? Maybe he didn't want it to get stolen. She thought, and reached out to the dome to lift it off the tie.

Her fingers had barely touched it when two massive paws slashed at them from the darkness. Allison jumped back with a scream as the beast emerged before her.

"Back off," he snarled, his golden eyes smoldering, "if you wanna live to see tomorrow."

She ran off down the hall in terror, and went straight out the door into the woods. She had gone almost a mile away, when she noticed where she was.

"s**t, nightfall!" she shivered, as i had gotten extremely cold for summer. I'll freeze to death out here, she thought, as another gust of icy wind came at her. Suddenly, behind her, came a growl and a crunch of paws on twigs. Frozen with fear, she watched as three massive wolves emerged from the darkness, clearly intent on devouring the scared girl before them. Oh s**t, was her last thought as the largest one sprang for her throat.

The final blow never came. With her eyes screwed shut, she didn't see what had taken the wolf out of the air with a whimpering gasp. Openeing one eye, she saw the most fierce fight between anything in her entire life.

The beast had one of the wolves by the throat in one of his massive paws, while swiping at the other with his free one. But there were three... she thought, then quickly noticed the missing wolf creeping up behind the beast.

"Gerard! Look out!" she screamed as it jumped, and sank its teeth into Gerard's left arm. His roar of pain echoed through the woods as he fought to shake the wolf free of his arm.

CRACK! suddenly, the wolf went limp, and let go of his arm as the other two scampered off into the night. He turned around to see Allison holding a huge rock over her head, panting and trembling from the weight. Upon seeing his arm, she dropped the stone.

"Holy s**t, your arm!" she cried as she took the arm that had been bitten by the wolf. It was bleeding heavily from many punctures, and already was beginning to swell with pus and infection.

"Ahh, that hurts! Let go!" he growled, and tried to pull his injured arm away.

"No. This needs immediate attention. You're going back to the house, now" Allison commanded, as she led the injured Gerard back to the mansion.

~~~


"OWW! FUUUCK THAT HURTS!"

"Shut up Gee, I've been more badly hurt than you before," Frank replied as he singed another small wound closed.

Allison sighed.For a big strong animal he sure puts up a big fuss when he's hurt, she thought as she tied another clean bandage around one of the larger gashes.

"Frank, where'd you learn all this first-aid stuff? I mean, you're just a lighter.'

"I was forced through Boy Scouts as a kid," he replied, "I got beaten up a lot by the other guys, but at least I learned how to treat my injuries. I wasn't always a lighter you know, but I'll tell you why later."

Allison nodded, and dipped another rag in the rubbing alcohol contained in Mikey, who looked on worried at his big brother.

"You really care about him, don;t you," Allison asked, and Mikey nodded.

"I've had to get him out of all kinds of messes. Girls, money, friends, enemies," he paused and regarded Gerard with slightly narrowed eyes. "Addictions," he added in a slight whispering tone.

Gerard flinched as Allison laid the rag on a gash and tied it with a dry one.

"Why did you save me? I scared you so badly, I though you'd call the cops on me," he said.

"I was going to ask the same thing," Allison said. "You seemed like you were gonna kill me first." Finishing the bandaging, she motioned for the objects to leave. As the door shut behind Frank, she turned her attention towards Gerard. "Why do you act so cruel one moment and so brave the next?" He didn't answer.

"I've been wondering that about myself for a long time now," he sighed.

Allison stared with wonder into his deep hazel eyes. On a normal guy, a girl could get really lost in those, she wondered, maybe there IS a person under all that fur.

Gerard broke the stare. "Uh, your jacket's covered in blood, you know that?"

Allison looked down, a little disgusted by the crimson splatters on her lucky coat. "Eww, this is my lucky jacket! Aww man..."

"Why is it lucky?" Gerard was intrigued by Allison's comment.

"Well, see, my mom gave it to me when I turned seven. She figured since I was born on the seventh day of the seventh month and I was turning seven, that some of my lucky number-ness would rub off on it.

"Later that day, I was wearing it when I was trying to jump across the street, but since it was way to big for me, I tripped over the hem and fell in the middle of the road right when this huge truck was coming towards me. It went right over me, and I wasn't even scared when it did! I thought that it saved my life, so it was lucky." Allison finished, and Gerard chuckled a bit.

"Weird how such little things can do so much for a soul," he replied, then added with a darker tone, "and so much more to it."

Allison nodded, and they kept talking.

~~~

"Move over, I wanna see!" shout-whispered Frank as he tried to push Ray away from the small crack in the door.

"No way man, you watched for so much longer than me!"

Mikey sat aside and thought. Could she be the one? The one to finally free them from this awful curse and restore them to their former glory?

"Nobody else, not even me, has ever been able to talk to Gee like that," he said to himself quietly, as he hopped away down the hall into the cabinet that served as his room.

~~~

That night, Allison had an odd dream, where she heard a young man's voice calling her name as the house crumbled around her. She was running, following the voice that seemed so familiar, yet totally unrecognizable...

"AH!" She awoke with a start, and immediately heard Bob's slightly raspy voice trying to calm her.

"Shh, just a nightmare, Al. It ain't real, it ain't - hey, someone's calling you!"

Allison heard a knock at the door, and some mumbling of "Go on, you can do it!"

"Come in?" she said, sounding a bit confused.

Gerard stepped through the door with a tray held delicately in his paws. On it was a steaming mug of coffee and a hot grilled cheese sandwich.

"Breakfast is served," said with an air of fake decorum as he laid it on her lap and bowed. Allison giggled a bit.

"What a gentleman!" she replied between mouthfuls of sandwich, staring at the creature who only the night before had tried to rip her lungs out. He sat at the foot of the bed as she ate, watching every move she made.

She's gorgeous, even after all that she's been through! he thought, You're falling for her, Gee-man, totally head over heels...

"Umm, Gerard?" Mikey's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Leave so that our lady may change into some more appropriate clothes."

Gerard sighed as he took the tray and followed his friends out the door.

I LOVE this!
I wish I could've come up with an idea like this... I loved the Disney thing as a kid, but I never thought of using it this way!

..if you /ever/ wanted to make this into a comic... I'd draw for it. wait, no... I'm unworthy, but...
agh.
okay. If you asked for someone to draw for this, I'd take up the job if needed. ._.; There, I got it out...