Dying For A Death Wish [Prologue/?]
Title: Dying For A Death Wish [Prologue]
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Bob/Jon, Brendon/Ryan, whoever else I decide.
POV : 1st; Bob's
Rating: R
Disclaimer: As real as talking fish speaking finnish
Summary: There was a little circle of guns, one being red, on the opposite side that made me recognize it. That's they symbol for the most elite team of assassins in the world.
Warning: Probably: Sex, violence, cursing, weapons, more.
Author Notes: This one won't be updated as quickly as the others because I actually have to write each chapter of this. I just really wanted to write an assassin story XD
The Beginning Of The End
Bob's POV
I walked through the empty, quiet alleys, the little white card tightly between my thumb and pointer finger as my eyes hovered over the neatly written address. I had found it in my apartment and I instantly recognized it as his calling card. There was a little circle of guns, one being red, on the opposite side that made me recognize it. That's they symbol for the most elite team of assassins in the world. No one knows their names though because no one lives long enough to find out. They leave no mess and no trail; no clues at all to link them to a death. They're so skilled they're believed to be superhuman; which we all know is just over active imaginations.
My heart is beating faster than normal as I search for the address which was so carefully inked on the small white card. If I had chosen not to come I would only have been hunted down and either killed or dragged to him then killed. You don't say no to someone as powerful, as dangerous, as he is. Not even the mafia would mess with him. I have no idea why he wants to see me; I'm nowhere near as talented as those on his crew. Of course everything known about them is merely rumor since they're so quick and clean that no one actually knows anything.
I've killed people for money, its how I survive, but only minor things like people who owe drug lords money and I've worked for a gang or two. These people though take out corporate leaders and political politicians; things I would never dream about doing. My hands are shaking slightly and I can feel a drop or two of sweat roll down my face as I continue to place one foot in front of the other; taking my nervous body through the cold alleys in an attempt to find an address matching the one on the card clutched in my hands. It's not like I can ask anyone for directions.
My eye happens to catch on a small light placed over a small wooden door which is below the ground level, broken concrete steps leading to it. Carved in wood on the top of the door is 420; I've finally found it. Taking a deep breath, I carefully get myself down the very uneven steps and give a hesitant knock to the door. A little window was opened and a pair of eyes glared at me; making me swallow hard. "Yes?" A very rough voice asked. I held up the card, flashing the eyes the circle of guns, then watching them disappear before I heard the door unlock and watch it open. I walked inside the dark building, the door being shut tightly behind me. "He's expecting you."
"Y-yeah; I figured." I said with an awkward smile, sliding the card back into my pocket.
"Don't speak unless spoken to." The muscular man said, heading down the narrow hall and towards another wooden door. "Do as you're told and don't ever talk back or question anything." I nodded though the man wasn't even looking at me. "Leave any and all weapons on the table." The man stopped and pointed to a metal table beside the bed. I patted myself to show him that I was clean. I'm not stupid enough to try and pull something on the deadliest man in the world. The muscular man eyed me suspiciously then nodded, opening the door to reveal what looked like a secret whore house. At least to me it did.
There were men scattered around the room which was thick with the smoke of cigarettes and cigars; half dressed women walking around with drinks, sitting in the men's laps, and a few wrapped around tall golden poles throughout the room. "Frankie!" My muscular escort called towards the bar and a short man adorned in tattoos and a few piercings came over once he slid off the bar top, looking at me briefly and smirking slightly. He gave muscles a nod so the man left to go wait by the door at which I entered through again.
"Robert Bryar?" Frank asked me as he approached, hands in the pockets of his pants. He was quite the site; very unlike everyone else in this joint. Frank had short brown hair with long bangs extending over half of his face, a giant patch of red on one side of his head. He had a lip ring that shone when it hit the dim light just right and had thin lines of black around his striking hazel eyes. His shoes were bright red converse that matched his hair but stood out from the rest of his outfit that was primarily black. His jeans were tight around his waist but loose on his legs; cutting off around his shins to show a small amount of skin between the end of his pants and the top of his shoes. There were giant holes in the knees of the black jeans as well; looking like someone had taken a razor to them since there were still strands of string stretching across the holes. A silver belt hung crookedly around his waist and he had so many tattoos on his muscular arms that there was barely any uncolored patches of skin between his fingerless skeleton gloves and the ripped sleeves of his tight black shirt that had a titled cross like image on it in red bars; the longest extending from Frank's left shoulder to his right hip and the small one going from the collar to right below his left shoulder.
"Y-yes." I finally replied once I had taken in the sight carefully. I only had on a pair of old jeans, boots, and a plain shirt on. I haven't cut my dirty blond hair in god knows how long and the most I've ever bothered myself with is a lip ring which I started rocking nervously between my teeth. Frank stopped in front of me, his eyes running up and down me carefully, the slim smile never leaving his lips.
"Follow me." He said and turned around, walking through the middle of the tables of men and whores; myself following closely behind. This is not the kind of place I would ever come to because I think they're sleazy. Then again, I'm not all that surprised that the most powerful man in all the world comes here because why wouldn't he want to surround himself with a bunch of women in skanky clothes who will sleep with him for one of his thousands of bills? "Gee's expecting you." Frank said over the slightly loud music and I just nodded, my heart increasing in speed a little more.
"W-why does he want me?" I asked Frank hesitantly as we exited the smokey room, my lungs suddenly screaming gratitude as they no longer struggled for oxygen. "I-I'm no good."
"Obviously Gerard disagrees with you." Frank replied, pushing through strings of beads that hung in the doorway, bringing us into a hallway with a man standing in front of another wooden door. "You wanna move?" Frank asked bitterly to the man who gave him an annoyed look then stepped aside, Frank giving the man a sarcastic look then turned back to me as his hand rested on the handle of the door. "I assume you've been told not to talk unless spoken to and to do as you're told?" He asked and I nodded, not really wanting to open my mouth for fear the wrong thing may come out. That happens to me when I'm scared. "Good." Frank pushed the door open and led me into a large room, decorated in only red and black, a man sitting behind a desk and smiling very slightly at sight of us. The man who was guarding the door followed me in, shutting it and guarding it from the inside now.
The man was slouched down in a chair, his legs on the desk before him with his ankles crossed and his hands folded as they rested on his abdomen. He had black boots and tight black jeans, a tight black shirt that buttoned down the front and a red tie loosely around his neck. He had a black leather jacket on as well, the sides open and hanging lazily. His hair was about shoulder length; shiny and curtaining his very pale face has it hung straight. "Have a seat." He said smoothly, unfolding his hands and gesturing towards the chair that was opposite him.
I walked nervously forward, my sweaty hands pushed into my pockets and my teeth tugging furiously at my lip ring. Carefully I sat down as Frank walked around the desk, the man moving his arms as Frank bent down and pressed his lips against the mans, kissing him very passionately then moving his mouth to the man's ear. The corners of the man's lips pulled up a little in an amused smile, his head nodding slightly as Frank whispered something to him. After another heated kiss, Frank pulled away and headed towards a red velvet curtain draped over a doorway behind the chair and disappearing. "I've no need for you." The man said a little annoyed to the guard who exited the room without any dirty looks or words.
"Excuse me please for the meeting room." The man said, sliding his feet from the desk and sitting up properly in the chair. "My normal residence is on a remote island but since you're here, I had to find somewhere I knew was safe and police-free." He said, a small smile still lingering on his lips. "I already know your name; do you know mine?"
"N-no sir." I was trying to be as polite as I could. The man simply gave me an amused laugh, his lips barely parting as the noise flowed smoothly out.
"Please, don't call me 'sir'. I find it incredibly stuck up and formal. My name's Gerard Way; most people call me 'Gee' though because it kind of makes me think I'm some mob boss or something." I couldn't help but smile a little at that; holding back the laughter that wanted to escape as well. "You refer to me as either Gerard or Gee; I don't care." I nodded. "Do you go by Robert or-?"
"Bob." I said, trying to keep eye contact with him but slightly afraid to do so at the same time.
"Ah, well, Bob, you are probably wondering why I contacted you, are you not?" I nodded a little again. "Well I happen to house the world's best assassins. The biggest and the richest come to us when they have a little problem that needs to be taken care of. My men get the job done quickly and quietly without ever being detected or suspected. No one ever gets caught but unfortunately things on rare occasions do go wrong and well, let's just say I have to clean house sometimes." I felt my breath get caught in my throat as I thought about it. He kills his own men. "Anyway, about a month or so ago one of those rare occasions occurred but because we get so many requests, I had to find a replacement. Through contacts that don't concern you, I had the best assassins tracked down then followed by some of my people. I got the most positive reports about you."
"Th-thank you." I said shyly and Gerard gave me a curt nod of his head.
"Of course I myself am unaware of your talents but because I trust my men, I am extending said position for you. Half of all payments will be transferred into a private account that only you and I will know about once you complete a job. The money is yours to spend how you so please." Gerard said calmly, his smile making my skin crawl for whatever reason. He was like a siren in a way; sweet on the outside but you know it's just a mask for something dark and horrid on the inside. There were things he wasn't telling me but I wasn't going to ask. "If you chose to accept, you will be on a trial period where I will personally observe you to learn your strengths and weaknesses. Based on the information I gather through that, you will be assigned jobs that I believe will match your strengths to get the task done quickly to please our clients. You'll average about a quarter of a million every job." My jaw dropped. "Like I said, we're the best. We don't come cheap."
"The other condition is that if you are worthy to join us permanently, there is no backing out if you accept. You will at that moment work for me until the day you die. Don't let that scare you though. Normally you only get two jobs a month; the rest is free time that you're allowed to spend. You will live in the mansion with myself and the rest of my men who I'm sure you'll get along with just fine; as long as you obey the rules which will be given to you later." Frank came back through the curtain with some drinks, giving one to Gerard, one to me, and keeping the last for himself. "So, Bob, do you accept?"
"S-sure; yeah." I said with a slanted smile, Gerard's face beaming proudly. Frank pulled himself onto Gerard's desk, drinking some of the clear liquid from his glass before setting it down and getting off the desk to sit on Gerard instead.
"Well then my new friend, let us toast to a bright and wealthy future for you." He said, raising his glass before sliding the glass rim between his thin lips and tilting it up. I nodded and did the same, drinking the strong liquid inside the glass; coughing a little when pulling the cup away. It was hard liquor and I'm not really used to it. Frank took Gerard's glass and set it on the desk beside his own, Gerard snaking an arm around Frank's waist as Frank went back to whispering something to him; his arms wrapping around Gerard's neck as he leaned close to him.
I blinked my eyes a few times and looked to the red carpet below my feet, my head starting to spin slightly because I wasn't used to the drink since it has been awhile since I've drank. I shut my eyes and leaned back against the chair, trying not to draw attention to myself but I don't think Gerard or Frank were paying attention to me as they were focused on each other. The last thing I remember before blacking out was hearing Gerard say I'm such an awful fuck with amusement then a bit of laughter.
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Bob/Jon, Brendon/Ryan, whoever else I decide.
POV : 1st; Bob's
Rating: R
Disclaimer: As real as talking fish speaking finnish
Summary: There was a little circle of guns, one being red, on the opposite side that made me recognize it. That's they symbol for the most elite team of assassins in the world.
Warning: Probably: Sex, violence, cursing, weapons, more.
Author Notes: This one won't be updated as quickly as the others because I actually have to write each chapter of this. I just really wanted to write an assassin story XD
The Beginning Of The End
Bob's POV
I walked through the empty, quiet alleys, the little white card tightly between my thumb and pointer finger as my eyes hovered over the neatly written address. I had found it in my apartment and I instantly recognized it as his calling card. There was a little circle of guns, one being red, on the opposite side that made me recognize it. That's they symbol for the most elite team of assassins in the world. No one knows their names though because no one lives long enough to find out. They leave no mess and no trail; no clues at all to link them to a death. They're so skilled they're believed to be superhuman; which we all know is just over active imaginations.
My heart is beating faster than normal as I search for the address which was so carefully inked on the small white card. If I had chosen not to come I would only have been hunted down and either killed or dragged to him then killed. You don't say no to someone as powerful, as dangerous, as he is. Not even the mafia would mess with him. I have no idea why he wants to see me; I'm nowhere near as talented as those on his crew. Of course everything known about them is merely rumor since they're so quick and clean that no one actually knows anything.
I've killed people for money, its how I survive, but only minor things like people who owe drug lords money and I've worked for a gang or two. These people though take out corporate leaders and political politicians; things I would never dream about doing. My hands are shaking slightly and I can feel a drop or two of sweat roll down my face as I continue to place one foot in front of the other; taking my nervous body through the cold alleys in an attempt to find an address matching the one on the card clutched in my hands. It's not like I can ask anyone for directions.
My eye happens to catch on a small light placed over a small wooden door which is below the ground level, broken concrete steps leading to it. Carved in wood on the top of the door is 420; I've finally found it. Taking a deep breath, I carefully get myself down the very uneven steps and give a hesitant knock to the door. A little window was opened and a pair of eyes glared at me; making me swallow hard. "Yes?" A very rough voice asked. I held up the card, flashing the eyes the circle of guns, then watching them disappear before I heard the door unlock and watch it open. I walked inside the dark building, the door being shut tightly behind me. "He's expecting you."
"Y-yeah; I figured." I said with an awkward smile, sliding the card back into my pocket.
"Don't speak unless spoken to." The muscular man said, heading down the narrow hall and towards another wooden door. "Do as you're told and don't ever talk back or question anything." I nodded though the man wasn't even looking at me. "Leave any and all weapons on the table." The man stopped and pointed to a metal table beside the bed. I patted myself to show him that I was clean. I'm not stupid enough to try and pull something on the deadliest man in the world. The muscular man eyed me suspiciously then nodded, opening the door to reveal what looked like a secret whore house. At least to me it did.
There were men scattered around the room which was thick with the smoke of cigarettes and cigars; half dressed women walking around with drinks, sitting in the men's laps, and a few wrapped around tall golden poles throughout the room. "Frankie!" My muscular escort called towards the bar and a short man adorned in tattoos and a few piercings came over once he slid off the bar top, looking at me briefly and smirking slightly. He gave muscles a nod so the man left to go wait by the door at which I entered through again.
"Robert Bryar?" Frank asked me as he approached, hands in the pockets of his pants. He was quite the site; very unlike everyone else in this joint. Frank had short brown hair with long bangs extending over half of his face, a giant patch of red on one side of his head. He had a lip ring that shone when it hit the dim light just right and had thin lines of black around his striking hazel eyes. His shoes were bright red converse that matched his hair but stood out from the rest of his outfit that was primarily black. His jeans were tight around his waist but loose on his legs; cutting off around his shins to show a small amount of skin between the end of his pants and the top of his shoes. There were giant holes in the knees of the black jeans as well; looking like someone had taken a razor to them since there were still strands of string stretching across the holes. A silver belt hung crookedly around his waist and he had so many tattoos on his muscular arms that there was barely any uncolored patches of skin between his fingerless skeleton gloves and the ripped sleeves of his tight black shirt that had a titled cross like image on it in red bars; the longest extending from Frank's left shoulder to his right hip and the small one going from the collar to right below his left shoulder.
"Y-yes." I finally replied once I had taken in the sight carefully. I only had on a pair of old jeans, boots, and a plain shirt on. I haven't cut my dirty blond hair in god knows how long and the most I've ever bothered myself with is a lip ring which I started rocking nervously between my teeth. Frank stopped in front of me, his eyes running up and down me carefully, the slim smile never leaving his lips.
"Follow me." He said and turned around, walking through the middle of the tables of men and whores; myself following closely behind. This is not the kind of place I would ever come to because I think they're sleazy. Then again, I'm not all that surprised that the most powerful man in all the world comes here because why wouldn't he want to surround himself with a bunch of women in skanky clothes who will sleep with him for one of his thousands of bills? "Gee's expecting you." Frank said over the slightly loud music and I just nodded, my heart increasing in speed a little more.
"W-why does he want me?" I asked Frank hesitantly as we exited the smokey room, my lungs suddenly screaming gratitude as they no longer struggled for oxygen. "I-I'm no good."
"Obviously Gerard disagrees with you." Frank replied, pushing through strings of beads that hung in the doorway, bringing us into a hallway with a man standing in front of another wooden door. "You wanna move?" Frank asked bitterly to the man who gave him an annoyed look then stepped aside, Frank giving the man a sarcastic look then turned back to me as his hand rested on the handle of the door. "I assume you've been told not to talk unless spoken to and to do as you're told?" He asked and I nodded, not really wanting to open my mouth for fear the wrong thing may come out. That happens to me when I'm scared. "Good." Frank pushed the door open and led me into a large room, decorated in only red and black, a man sitting behind a desk and smiling very slightly at sight of us. The man who was guarding the door followed me in, shutting it and guarding it from the inside now.
The man was slouched down in a chair, his legs on the desk before him with his ankles crossed and his hands folded as they rested on his abdomen. He had black boots and tight black jeans, a tight black shirt that buttoned down the front and a red tie loosely around his neck. He had a black leather jacket on as well, the sides open and hanging lazily. His hair was about shoulder length; shiny and curtaining his very pale face has it hung straight. "Have a seat." He said smoothly, unfolding his hands and gesturing towards the chair that was opposite him.
I walked nervously forward, my sweaty hands pushed into my pockets and my teeth tugging furiously at my lip ring. Carefully I sat down as Frank walked around the desk, the man moving his arms as Frank bent down and pressed his lips against the mans, kissing him very passionately then moving his mouth to the man's ear. The corners of the man's lips pulled up a little in an amused smile, his head nodding slightly as Frank whispered something to him. After another heated kiss, Frank pulled away and headed towards a red velvet curtain draped over a doorway behind the chair and disappearing. "I've no need for you." The man said a little annoyed to the guard who exited the room without any dirty looks or words.
"Excuse me please for the meeting room." The man said, sliding his feet from the desk and sitting up properly in the chair. "My normal residence is on a remote island but since you're here, I had to find somewhere I knew was safe and police-free." He said, a small smile still lingering on his lips. "I already know your name; do you know mine?"
"N-no sir." I was trying to be as polite as I could. The man simply gave me an amused laugh, his lips barely parting as the noise flowed smoothly out.
"Please, don't call me 'sir'. I find it incredibly stuck up and formal. My name's Gerard Way; most people call me 'Gee' though because it kind of makes me think I'm some mob boss or something." I couldn't help but smile a little at that; holding back the laughter that wanted to escape as well. "You refer to me as either Gerard or Gee; I don't care." I nodded. "Do you go by Robert or-?"
"Bob." I said, trying to keep eye contact with him but slightly afraid to do so at the same time.
"Ah, well, Bob, you are probably wondering why I contacted you, are you not?" I nodded a little again. "Well I happen to house the world's best assassins. The biggest and the richest come to us when they have a little problem that needs to be taken care of. My men get the job done quickly and quietly without ever being detected or suspected. No one ever gets caught but unfortunately things on rare occasions do go wrong and well, let's just say I have to clean house sometimes." I felt my breath get caught in my throat as I thought about it. He kills his own men. "Anyway, about a month or so ago one of those rare occasions occurred but because we get so many requests, I had to find a replacement. Through contacts that don't concern you, I had the best assassins tracked down then followed by some of my people. I got the most positive reports about you."
"Th-thank you." I said shyly and Gerard gave me a curt nod of his head.
"Of course I myself am unaware of your talents but because I trust my men, I am extending said position for you. Half of all payments will be transferred into a private account that only you and I will know about once you complete a job. The money is yours to spend how you so please." Gerard said calmly, his smile making my skin crawl for whatever reason. He was like a siren in a way; sweet on the outside but you know it's just a mask for something dark and horrid on the inside. There were things he wasn't telling me but I wasn't going to ask. "If you chose to accept, you will be on a trial period where I will personally observe you to learn your strengths and weaknesses. Based on the information I gather through that, you will be assigned jobs that I believe will match your strengths to get the task done quickly to please our clients. You'll average about a quarter of a million every job." My jaw dropped. "Like I said, we're the best. We don't come cheap."
"The other condition is that if you are worthy to join us permanently, there is no backing out if you accept. You will at that moment work for me until the day you die. Don't let that scare you though. Normally you only get two jobs a month; the rest is free time that you're allowed to spend. You will live in the mansion with myself and the rest of my men who I'm sure you'll get along with just fine; as long as you obey the rules which will be given to you later." Frank came back through the curtain with some drinks, giving one to Gerard, one to me, and keeping the last for himself. "So, Bob, do you accept?"
"S-sure; yeah." I said with a slanted smile, Gerard's face beaming proudly. Frank pulled himself onto Gerard's desk, drinking some of the clear liquid from his glass before setting it down and getting off the desk to sit on Gerard instead.
"Well then my new friend, let us toast to a bright and wealthy future for you." He said, raising his glass before sliding the glass rim between his thin lips and tilting it up. I nodded and did the same, drinking the strong liquid inside the glass; coughing a little when pulling the cup away. It was hard liquor and I'm not really used to it. Frank took Gerard's glass and set it on the desk beside his own, Gerard snaking an arm around Frank's waist as Frank went back to whispering something to him; his arms wrapping around Gerard's neck as he leaned close to him.
I blinked my eyes a few times and looked to the red carpet below my feet, my head starting to spin slightly because I wasn't used to the drink since it has been awhile since I've drank. I shut my eyes and leaned back against the chair, trying not to draw attention to myself but I don't think Gerard or Frank were paying attention to me as they were focused on each other. The last thing I remember before blacking out was hearing Gerard say I'm such an awful fuck with amusement then a bit of laughter.