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 Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 7:05 pm
Hello once again, my adoring fans! Ha ha, just kidding. This is my third story! Yayyyy, give it up for my awesomeness!!! Okay, on to the necessary stuff...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own MCR, much to my chagrin, and this is not based off of their personalities, 'cause I have never met them, and I don't know them. This is not based off actual events. (Well, dur.)
Um, this is rated PG-13 because of some language and awesome supernatural a**-kicking.
Enjoy the story!
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 7:07 pm
SUNDAY (Preface)
MCR had taken a week-long break from touring. As per usual, Gerard took a little trip of his own...
"So bro, how you holding up?" Gerard held the cell phone to his ear while he lay on the hotel bed, his head hanging upside down.
"I'm okay, Mikey. How you doing?"
"Okay, I guess. We all miss you, of course. Where do you go on your breaks, anyway?" Gerard paused, narrowing his eyes. He quickly tried to think of a believable excuse.
"I, uh...I go shopping in Milan. Yeah, right now I'm walking down a street and- oh! There's a store I really have to shop in. I gotta go, 'kay?"
"Well, alright Gee, but-"
"'Kay Mikes, see you in a week! Love ya, bye." Gerard hung up his cell phone and sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was getting harder and harder to conceal his secret. He rolled onto his stomach, narrowly avoiding falling off the bed, and pushed himself up. He wasn't in Milan. He was nowhere near. He was on the outskirts of hell.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 7:11 pm
So! Who wants to help me title this damn thing?
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 7:40 pm
If I knew what exactly he was doing at where ever the hell he is I could help.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 8:00 pm
He's in London! ^_^
I was actually thinking of a title like, "A Place in the Dark Where the Animals Go" or something like that.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 8:05 pm
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 8:30 pm
Okay! Cool.
MONDAY (Chapter One)
Gerard walked down the streets of midnight London, holding his still smoking gun. He checked down every alley he passed, holding his gun first, ready to fire. A shadow passed behind him, and he turned around, firing his gun. The sound of the shots rang off the buildings lining the street. Gerard peered into the darkness, trying to see what was not there. He narrowed his eyes and turned back around to face the very vision of terror. He gave a startled gasp, and dropped his gun. A beginner's mistake, he though disdainfully. I can be such an idiot... Terror seized him and threw him against a brick wall. Gerard's head slammed back and everything blacked out for a moment. When he came to, he was sitting on the ground and Terror was headed right for him.
"Oh, s**t." he muttered, and rolled out of the way just in time. Terror's head hit the wall, and went right through it. Gerard waited for it to come out, but nothing happened. He got up warily and retrieved his gun.
"Where did you go, you son of a-" Terror burst out of the ground, towering above him. For a moment, Gerard was overwhelmed. Then he came to his senses, cocked his gun, and started shooting. Terror jerked with each shot, but didn't seem to be hurt. It kept advancing towards him, growing larger. Gerard took a step backward, unsure of what to do. He hesitated, the worst possible mistake one could do in a situation like that.
Terror enveloped him, and he feared he would never be happy again. All of his worries and fears suddenly came up, and he felt trapped, unable to escape. He curled up in a ball and started rocking back and forth. He feared he was losing his mind. As he rocked, he sang.
"I-I am n-not afffraid to keep o-on l-living, I am not afffraid to w-walk thu-this world alone..." He noticed that as he sang, his terror lessened, and the darkness grew lighter. Confident, he sang louder.
"Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven, nothing you can say can stop me going home!" The darkness diminished, and before him, laying in the street, was the scrap of black that was left of terror. Gerard smirked and pulled out his special gun. It was a gun with bullets made out of pure light; just the thing he needed. He stood over terror, fingering the gun lovingly, just for the purpose of teasing the demon.
"You know..." he said, his smile growing. "This is really, really gonna hurt." He aimed and fired.
He got back to his hotel at around 2:00 am. He crawled into bed, not bothering to change out of his dark-splattered clothing. His gun was tossed carelessly on the floor, his boots next to it. He buried his head beneath a pillow and tried to forget the demon that was now a black mark on the streets of London...
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 9:45 pm
Chapter two! Yay!
TUESDAY
Gerard walked along the crowded streets of London, the sunlight glaring in his eyes. He frowned and put on his sunglasses. He sometimes hated the sun. He smiled as he remembered the Warped Tour, and how they were all in agony under the blistering heat. His smile turned into a frown when he also remembered his alcoholism. His bandmates never knew the real reason he drank. He'd blamed it on depression, but he did it to forget all of the dark things he had to face. Now he just faced them, and turned to music as his salvation.
As he walked past an alleyway, he was suddenly pulled in. Nobody on the street noticed.
"Well hello there, my darrrrling." Hissed out a feminine voice. Gerard tried to see who it was, but his sunglasses tinted everything too darkly. He took them off and smirked at who was holding him against the wall.
"Hello, Desire. I should have known you would be back. How long has it been since I killed you?" He cocked his head to the side, trying to hold her gaze while he reached behind himself to grab the knife from his belt.
"Too long. I was too soft with you the last time. You really hurt me, you know." She said, pouting with fake sorrow. Her dark hair shifted; grew lighter, shorter, and messier. Her eyes became bright blue, and she grew shorter. Her shape was constantly shifting. "My heart has never repaired itself. So now, my love, I'm seeking revenge."
"I can support that." said Gerard, nodding his head. He now had the knife in his hand and was eager to rip out her heart. "Revenge is always a good thing. But, our 'love' was never meant to be, I'm afraid."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"
"Because," he said simply, drawing out the knife. "You're a demon that's meant to be destroyed. Plus, you're a b***h." With that, he stabbed her in the chest, where her heart would be. She let out a screech that made Gerard's teeth rattle. Her shape melted temporarily, showing her for the swirling black form that she was. She began to gather herself back up, but before she could do so, Gerard took his handy-dandy gun out and shot her 14 times. She melted into a puddle that could have been mistaken for a shadow. But Gerard was not fooled. He took out an empty bottle and gathered the liquid darkness inside of it. He corked it and sealed it with wax. As he stared at it, it began to shake violently in his hand.
"Sorry, Desire. It's just what I do." He pocketed the bottle and walked back out onto the street to resume his walk.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 5:17 am
Whooot, cleaning up London one spook at a time! xd heart
Heh, now I'm seeing MCR as Ghostbusters. rofl heart
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 6:41 am
Although I don't think they would look the best dressed up in janitorish coveralls and weird vaccumlike machines strapped to their back....
... wait.... yes they would!
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 7:13 am
Oooh, My Chemical Ghostbusters. heart
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 1:19 pm
Heh, that's actually where I got the idea from... "Ghostbuster Famous!"
Well, that and Van Helsing. That movie's so cool!
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 3:29 pm
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 5:20 pm
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 3:47 am
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