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Yay!! I love updates. And Sno-Caps are very good. Very Chocolately and have caffine.

Then Reese kicks every kind of candy's butt.

I updated..x.x Which is more than you can say..>_>

Okay, cool whip pwns edible stuff, DDR pwns everything else.

Next chapter! w00t!

WEDNESDAY
He lay in bed that day. He was exhausted for some reason. He wondered if he really was getting old, but quickly banished that thought from his mind. He certainly wasn't old enough to stop jumping around on stage like a lunatic. He turned over and stared into the pillow. But what if I am getting old? he pondered. What will happen when I get too old to perform? I don't think I could take that...
He turned to face the ceiling, putting his arm over his eyes. And the fans. He groaned. What will they do once the band splits up? That won't happen for many years, but it will eventually. What'll happen to the guys? They all love this. This keeps them alive. Keeps me alive, too. Will we all just fade...?
He got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. In the shower, he thought more. And all of this- this supernatural crime-fighting! If this doesn't kill me, the stress will. I won't be able to keep this a secret for much longer. Everybody's suspicious about where I keep going, and sooner or later, they'll figure it out. Oh, this is not good, this will end badly.
He walked out of the bathroom fully dressed and flopped back onto his bed.
"Why do I even bother?" he asked into his pillow.
"I know why," a voice hissed, "Mid-life crisis. You want to fight crime to feel young again! How...charming."
"No, it's because there's evil in this world." He shook his head back and forth, but couldn't help being a little convinced by the voice.
"Evil that other people can take care of. You do this to get away from your troubles. They will catch up to you, my darling."
"I can handle those troubles." His resolve was getting weaker.
"Be reasonable, 'Uncle Jiggy.' You run away, every single time. You are such a big baby. You don't really deserve to live."
"Well, no, but...the fans...they wouldn't like it if I died."
"They need some drama in their lives. That's the only reason they listen to you. For the drama. You should give them some drama- and the world a reprieve- and just go ahead and off yourself." The voice was giggling in his ear. Gerard felt himself sink lower until he stopped himself. He remembered having feelings like this, and he remembered the reason behind them...
"DOUBT!" he roared, springing up and grabbing the gun beneath his pillow. "Your a** is mine!" He pointed the gun a a small black creature that seemed to suck the life out of everything around it. He fired two shots, getting Doubt on the second try. He'd just grabbed the creature by the leg and was about to put it in its prison when someone knocked on the door.
"Mr. Way?" came a voice of the concierge. "Are you alright? We heard gunshots..." Quickly, Gerard took out a plastic box and stuffed Doubt inside, locking three locks. He then put that box in the wooden box next to Desire, and closed the lid tight, locking five locks. He then opened his hotel room door and tried to look as normal as possible.
"Yes, I am quite fine. I just turned on the TV and it was a bit too loud. Apparently the person before me liked cop shows." The concierge accpeted this and went back downstairs. Gerard gave a sigh of relief and collapsed back on his bed, all traces of doubt gone from his mind.

Yay! It's okay, jolly ranchers. You're back where it's safe...


in my mouth! *eats five Jolly Ranchers*

I LOVE TWIZZLERS! TWIZZLERS PWN ALL! Bow to the Twizzlers.