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Title: The Second Holocaust. - Intro
Author: vampiraxlibby
Pairing: Bee/Gee
Rating: PG-13 for now.
POV: Third, sometimes first narration.
Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't know. Don't sue.
Summary: After Gerard's death, Bert must learn how to cope. But is there a secret message behind this death?
"At one fifteen PM this morning, Gerard Way was presumed dead after a freak plane accident.
Even though no body was found, doctors say no person could survive that kind of explosion,"
the reporter said on the television. Bert sat on his couch, stunned. His hands lay on his lap,
and his eyes burned with tears that could not shed. He had to keep reminding himself to breathe,
because he was in such a state of shock, he couldn't move, talk, or breathe.
There is no way this can be hapenning.... He thought.
We all know of Hitler, the starter of world war two, the person who tried to exterminate the
Jews, homosexuals, gypsies, Jehovah's witnesses, and all those who he didn't see fit for life.
But what was he like? Why did he think those things? Why did he find such things evil? We
never remember the person, but simply the idea of that person. But you cannot ask an idea
what happened, you can't heal their wounds, you can't defend them when they're down. Ideas
do not care for others, they do not hurt, they do not love.
But this idea can be seen as a symbol by people. People give symbols power, and when enough
power is put behind an idea...
it will come back to life.
A/N: I know i haven't updates my other story yet, but don't worry, i'm not gonna abandon it like all my others stories. There is one last chapter, i'm just still working on it.
I love comments!
Author: vampiraxlibby
Pairing: Bee/Gee
Rating: PG-13 for now.
POV: Third, sometimes first narration.
Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't know. Don't sue.
Summary: After Gerard's death, Bert must learn how to cope. But is there a secret message behind this death?
"At one fifteen PM this morning, Gerard Way was presumed dead after a freak plane accident.
Even though no body was found, doctors say no person could survive that kind of explosion,"
the reporter said on the television. Bert sat on his couch, stunned. His hands lay on his lap,
and his eyes burned with tears that could not shed. He had to keep reminding himself to breathe,
because he was in such a state of shock, he couldn't move, talk, or breathe.
There is no way this can be hapenning.... He thought.
We all know of Hitler, the starter of world war two, the person who tried to exterminate the
Jews, homosexuals, gypsies, Jehovah's witnesses, and all those who he didn't see fit for life.
But what was he like? Why did he think those things? Why did he find such things evil? We
never remember the person, but simply the idea of that person. But you cannot ask an idea
what happened, you can't heal their wounds, you can't defend them when they're down. Ideas
do not care for others, they do not hurt, they do not love.
But this idea can be seen as a symbol by people. People give symbols power, and when enough
power is put behind an idea...
it will come back to life.
A/N: I know i haven't updates my other story yet, but don't worry, i'm not gonna abandon it like all my others stories. There is one last chapter, i'm just still working on it.
I love comments!