Coming Back Home Part 2 (Gerard)
Title: Coming Back Home Part 2 (Gerard)
Author: kannibalkilljoy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17
Warning: Violence,mentions of cutting, language, attempted rape
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: “Get the fuck off me!” he screams. The sound hurls out of his mouth, louder than humanly possible, sending Bert flying off of him from the air blasting out of his lungs.
Part 1 - http://frankxgerard.livejournal.com/2585374
(Sorry, I dont't get the YOURLINK part)
Gerard
“Oi, fag!”
He ignores Bert, hoisting his bag further over his shoulder and stares down at the ground as he walks past the bleachers on the school field. He really regretted not asking Mikey to wait for him.
A strong hand clasps around his shoulder and swings him round roughly. Bert is up in his face, his breath smelling strongly of cigarettes and the can of beer Gerard had seen him chugging down earlier. If his English teacher hadn’t of given him detention for Bert passing him the offensive note, Gerard wouldn’t be in this position. But no, the world decides to go against him every single fucking day.
“You got me detention, Way,” Bert sneers, pushing him hard enough that he thumps to the ground, the wet grass seeping through his jeans rapidly.
“You threw the note!” he shouts back. Bert kicks him hard in the chest and pain explodes in his ribs.
“Don’t get cocky with me,” Bert growls.
Gerard wraps his arms protectively around his chest and curls into a ball to hopefully not get too beat and bruised apart from his legs, “why can’t you just leave me alone?” he sobs helplessly. Tears start to well in his eyes but he tries to fight them back, knowing it will make things worse.
“I know you want me, fag. I’m just going to give you what you want,” Gerard freezes when the words sink in and any colour that was in his face vanishes, pure dread filling his mind.
Bert wrestles his arms away from his chest and forcefully pulls his legs down. Bert then straddles him, pinning him to the floor and Gerard thinks that his heartbeat has suddenly sprouted wings with the way his heart is pounding in his ears loudly.
“No…” he pleads, tears gathering momentum and obscuring his vision slightly. Why did people hate him? He was just a guy keeping his head down and trying to get through school with average grades. Fingers try to pry open his belt buckle, bringing him out from the place he had retreated to again and again.
“Get the fuck off me!” he screams. The sound hurls out of his mouth, louder than humanly possible, sending Bert flying off of him from the air blasting out of his lungs. The air around him vibrates with the force, the sound waves being disturbed by the unnatural sound. Even when he stops shouting, the air still vibrates until it gradually slows to a stop.
He breathes in hurriedly, thinking he’ll need a large amount of oxygen after that but surprisingly he feels like normal. He hears Bert’s pained moans and scrambles up from the floor, hastily grabbing his bag and running as fast as he can to the safety of his home.
000
He slams the front door behind him and runs down to the basement with blurry eyes, crashing onto the bed with a small sense of relief. He breathes in the scent of himself on his pillow and squeezes his eyes closed at the onslaught of thoughts running through his head.
Why would somebody do that? Even if Bert did hate him, (and the feeling was definitely mutual) doing that to some one is just sick. He wishes Frank was with him. Frank knew what to say and do to make him feel better. If Frank was with him, he would have gone detention with Gerard and stopped Bert before it even happened. Thinking of his lover just adds to the pain but he can’t help it. Frank meant everything to him even if they only went out for near enough a year. They loved each other and they both thought it was going to last forever until Frank suddenly dropped out of his life by sending Gerard a text saying he loved him but Frank couldn’t see him anymore. To say Gerard was upset was an understatement. He started to cut every night for 3 months until Mikey caught him and convinced him to stop. He thought he was over it now. Obviously not.
Bert tried to rape him. His voice blowing Bert off him. Frank leaving him. Bert trying to undo his belt buckle. The air vibrating. Frank leaving -
“Gerard?” Mikey asks hesitantly from across the room, thankfully easing some of his inner turmoil.
“Go away, Mikes,” he replies hoarsely.
“C’mon, Gerard. What’s wrong?” he hears footsteps advancing on him and he cowers away against the wall on the far side of the bed.
“Don’t hurt me,” he pleads weakly. The bed dips and he flinches when a light hand touches his should tenderly. He instantly feels guilty. It’s just Mikey, not Bert.
The hurt clearly shows in Mikey’s voice, “I’ll never hurt you, Gerard.”
“Can I hug you?” not once had he ever asked Mikey for a hug. It was something that didn’t need to be asked between them. They were as close as two brothers could be, if not more. But today had given his confidence around people a shock.
“Of course you can,” Gerard shuffles over to Mikey’s comforting embrace and wraps his arms around Mikey’s skinnier frame. His tears soak into Mikey’s shirt and his body shakes with the force of the sobs erupting from him. His chest twinges painfully in protest at the movement and his breathing becomes laboured.
“Gerard, are you okay?”
“He- he tried to…” he can’t get his mouth to form the words. The word swirls at the front of his mind, screaming at him to say but not being able to.
“Who tried to do what?” Mikey rubs his back in soothing circles, calming him from the panic attack he could tell was probably going to happen if he didn’t calm down. He could tell Mikey. He would find out anyway and Gerard would like to think that Mikey would tell him if something like this (god forbid) happened to him.
“Bert,” he whispers.
“What did the fucker do, Gerard?”
“He tried to rape me,” he gets anxious when Mikey doesn’t answer. The tension in the air flows thickly, worrying that Mikey won’t believe him.
“I’m going to kill that bastard tomorrow!” Mikey growls after a few seconds, his body trembling slightly in his anger.
“No!” Mikey flies back into the door with a loud band and falls to the floor. Gerard curses himself and rushes to Mikey’s side, ignoring his chest. Why did he voice keep doing that? Was it always going to be like this from now on?
“What was that?” Mikey breathes. Gerard helps him up and they walk back to the bed, sitting down on the edge gingerly.
“I don’t know. It happened when- well you know. It blew him off me.”
“So now you’re like a superhero?” Mikey asks happily.
“I’m not that super,” he frowns.
“Of course you-“a knock sounds from upstairs and they fall silent. Bob or Ray didn’t say they were coming round and no one else usually called for them. Maybe it was Frank.
Gerard’s heart jumps at the thought and he bolts out of his room, ignoring the ache in his chest and opening the door quickly.
He frowns when he see’s a bald man dressed in a men in black looking suit with sunglasses on. His heart retreats back into its normal pattern but the sadness lingers. He knew by now that Frank wouldn’t take him back.
“Gerard Way?” the voice monotones.
“Yes?” he says uneasily.
The man produces a wallet with an I.D card reading Michael Pedicone and a gold badge with SQUAD written across, “we need to talk. And your brother too.”
Gerard allows the man in hesitantly and shuts the door, leading him down into his room.
“Mikey, this is Michael. He needs to talk to us.”
They all stand, Gerard wringing his hands nervously. Why had he let a stranger into the house because he wanted to “talk” to them? For all he knew, a “talk” could mean “slitting your throat and using your body as a puppet to talk to.” He just hopes his voice remains normal.
“You have a superpower,” the man states bluntly.
“How do you know?” he internally slaps his forehead for giving away his secret so easily.
“I’m part of The Squad. We regulate mutants and make sure they don’t cause trouble with them or go around telling people.”
“Oh shit. I told Mikey. Is that allowed?” he panics, barely keeping his voice under control. He’d only just gotten the damn thing and now he’s getting in trouble.
“Since you didn’t know the rules, I will overlook it. He is bound to secrecy like you are now. Besides, it won’t be long until you too have powers,” Gerard breathes a sigh of relief then stops as he full takes in what Michael had said.
“I’m going to get powers? How do you know?” Mikey inquires.
“My power detects other powers. I can’t tell what it will be or when it will manifest, I just know you will. I have to leave now, I’m needed somewhere else,” the man nods at them and walks away. Gerard hears the door close and sighs.
“I wonder what my power will be.” Mikey wonders, sitting down on the bed.
“I don’t know. I can’t go to school again though. The dicks will try stuff and I’m not sure I can control it.”
“Try singing. You have to belt it out and I’m guessing your voice thing will happen so use that to train,” he hugs Mikey goodbye and watches him leave to do his homework. He shuts the door behind him and Gerard is alone again in the silence. He’s so glad the basement is soundproof.
000
Four months after getting his power, he finds he has another.
He’s pottering around in the kitchen, looking for soup and finding it on the top shelf in an overhead cupboard just to tease him. He reaches up on his tiptoes and feels his fingers brush the cans. He finally nudges one into his palm and watches in slow motion as one by one the other soup cans start to topple. He quickly covers his face and closes his eyes, waiting for the impact.
He hears the cans clatter to the floor and slowly looks down at the ground.
“How the fuck?” he says confused. The cans should of hit him, no doubt.
He looks up at the cupboard and sees a tinted blue see-through sheet over his head.
His mouth falls open, “oh my god, Mikey!”
He hears Mikey jog down the stairs and joins him.
“Why is the soup on the floor?”
“Not important. Look above my head,” Mikey looks above him and Gerard watches his eyes widen.
“What is it?” Mikey asks in wonder.
“The cans started to fall but they didn’t touch me. I didn’t see it happen but when I looked up, that was there,” he touches the sheet softly and watches it pull into his fingers. It feels like a tickle under the skin of his fingers but its not too bad.
“Sounds like a force field. I’m so glad I read comics, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I just wish Frank could know. He’d love it.” Mikey leaves and with that, Gerard starts to make his soup to the thoughts of the man he knew he’d never see again.
A/N. There is a back story for Mikey, then Ray, then Bob coming up. I'm uploading each story to my own journal so if you miss one, it will be on there. I shoiuld have them up in this week. Thank you for reading XD
Author: kannibalkilljoy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17
Warning: Violence,mentions of cutting, language, attempted rape
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: “Get the fuck off me!” he screams. The sound hurls out of his mouth, louder than humanly possible, sending Bert flying off of him from the air blasting out of his lungs.
Part 1 - http://frankxgerard.livejournal.com/2585374
(Sorry, I dont't get the YOURLINK part)
Gerard
“Oi, fag!”
He ignores Bert, hoisting his bag further over his shoulder and stares down at the ground as he walks past the bleachers on the school field. He really regretted not asking Mikey to wait for him.
A strong hand clasps around his shoulder and swings him round roughly. Bert is up in his face, his breath smelling strongly of cigarettes and the can of beer Gerard had seen him chugging down earlier. If his English teacher hadn’t of given him detention for Bert passing him the offensive note, Gerard wouldn’t be in this position. But no, the world decides to go against him every single fucking day.
“You got me detention, Way,” Bert sneers, pushing him hard enough that he thumps to the ground, the wet grass seeping through his jeans rapidly.
“You threw the note!” he shouts back. Bert kicks him hard in the chest and pain explodes in his ribs.
“Don’t get cocky with me,” Bert growls.
Gerard wraps his arms protectively around his chest and curls into a ball to hopefully not get too beat and bruised apart from his legs, “why can’t you just leave me alone?” he sobs helplessly. Tears start to well in his eyes but he tries to fight them back, knowing it will make things worse.
“I know you want me, fag. I’m just going to give you what you want,” Gerard freezes when the words sink in and any colour that was in his face vanishes, pure dread filling his mind.
Bert wrestles his arms away from his chest and forcefully pulls his legs down. Bert then straddles him, pinning him to the floor and Gerard thinks that his heartbeat has suddenly sprouted wings with the way his heart is pounding in his ears loudly.
“No…” he pleads, tears gathering momentum and obscuring his vision slightly. Why did people hate him? He was just a guy keeping his head down and trying to get through school with average grades. Fingers try to pry open his belt buckle, bringing him out from the place he had retreated to again and again.
“Get the fuck off me!” he screams. The sound hurls out of his mouth, louder than humanly possible, sending Bert flying off of him from the air blasting out of his lungs. The air around him vibrates with the force, the sound waves being disturbed by the unnatural sound. Even when he stops shouting, the air still vibrates until it gradually slows to a stop.
He breathes in hurriedly, thinking he’ll need a large amount of oxygen after that but surprisingly he feels like normal. He hears Bert’s pained moans and scrambles up from the floor, hastily grabbing his bag and running as fast as he can to the safety of his home.
000
He slams the front door behind him and runs down to the basement with blurry eyes, crashing onto the bed with a small sense of relief. He breathes in the scent of himself on his pillow and squeezes his eyes closed at the onslaught of thoughts running through his head.
Why would somebody do that? Even if Bert did hate him, (and the feeling was definitely mutual) doing that to some one is just sick. He wishes Frank was with him. Frank knew what to say and do to make him feel better. If Frank was with him, he would have gone detention with Gerard and stopped Bert before it even happened. Thinking of his lover just adds to the pain but he can’t help it. Frank meant everything to him even if they only went out for near enough a year. They loved each other and they both thought it was going to last forever until Frank suddenly dropped out of his life by sending Gerard a text saying he loved him but Frank couldn’t see him anymore. To say Gerard was upset was an understatement. He started to cut every night for 3 months until Mikey caught him and convinced him to stop. He thought he was over it now. Obviously not.
Bert tried to rape him. His voice blowing Bert off him. Frank leaving him. Bert trying to undo his belt buckle. The air vibrating. Frank leaving -
“Gerard?” Mikey asks hesitantly from across the room, thankfully easing some of his inner turmoil.
“Go away, Mikes,” he replies hoarsely.
“C’mon, Gerard. What’s wrong?” he hears footsteps advancing on him and he cowers away against the wall on the far side of the bed.
“Don’t hurt me,” he pleads weakly. The bed dips and he flinches when a light hand touches his should tenderly. He instantly feels guilty. It’s just Mikey, not Bert.
The hurt clearly shows in Mikey’s voice, “I’ll never hurt you, Gerard.”
“Can I hug you?” not once had he ever asked Mikey for a hug. It was something that didn’t need to be asked between them. They were as close as two brothers could be, if not more. But today had given his confidence around people a shock.
“Of course you can,” Gerard shuffles over to Mikey’s comforting embrace and wraps his arms around Mikey’s skinnier frame. His tears soak into Mikey’s shirt and his body shakes with the force of the sobs erupting from him. His chest twinges painfully in protest at the movement and his breathing becomes laboured.
“Gerard, are you okay?”
“He- he tried to…” he can’t get his mouth to form the words. The word swirls at the front of his mind, screaming at him to say but not being able to.
“Who tried to do what?” Mikey rubs his back in soothing circles, calming him from the panic attack he could tell was probably going to happen if he didn’t calm down. He could tell Mikey. He would find out anyway and Gerard would like to think that Mikey would tell him if something like this (god forbid) happened to him.
“Bert,” he whispers.
“What did the fucker do, Gerard?”
“He tried to rape me,” he gets anxious when Mikey doesn’t answer. The tension in the air flows thickly, worrying that Mikey won’t believe him.
“I’m going to kill that bastard tomorrow!” Mikey growls after a few seconds, his body trembling slightly in his anger.
“No!” Mikey flies back into the door with a loud band and falls to the floor. Gerard curses himself and rushes to Mikey’s side, ignoring his chest. Why did he voice keep doing that? Was it always going to be like this from now on?
“What was that?” Mikey breathes. Gerard helps him up and they walk back to the bed, sitting down on the edge gingerly.
“I don’t know. It happened when- well you know. It blew him off me.”
“So now you’re like a superhero?” Mikey asks happily.
“I’m not that super,” he frowns.
“Of course you-“a knock sounds from upstairs and they fall silent. Bob or Ray didn’t say they were coming round and no one else usually called for them. Maybe it was Frank.
Gerard’s heart jumps at the thought and he bolts out of his room, ignoring the ache in his chest and opening the door quickly.
He frowns when he see’s a bald man dressed in a men in black looking suit with sunglasses on. His heart retreats back into its normal pattern but the sadness lingers. He knew by now that Frank wouldn’t take him back.
“Gerard Way?” the voice monotones.
“Yes?” he says uneasily.
The man produces a wallet with an I.D card reading Michael Pedicone and a gold badge with SQUAD written across, “we need to talk. And your brother too.”
Gerard allows the man in hesitantly and shuts the door, leading him down into his room.
“Mikey, this is Michael. He needs to talk to us.”
They all stand, Gerard wringing his hands nervously. Why had he let a stranger into the house because he wanted to “talk” to them? For all he knew, a “talk” could mean “slitting your throat and using your body as a puppet to talk to.” He just hopes his voice remains normal.
“You have a superpower,” the man states bluntly.
“How do you know?” he internally slaps his forehead for giving away his secret so easily.
“I’m part of The Squad. We regulate mutants and make sure they don’t cause trouble with them or go around telling people.”
“Oh shit. I told Mikey. Is that allowed?” he panics, barely keeping his voice under control. He’d only just gotten the damn thing and now he’s getting in trouble.
“Since you didn’t know the rules, I will overlook it. He is bound to secrecy like you are now. Besides, it won’t be long until you too have powers,” Gerard breathes a sigh of relief then stops as he full takes in what Michael had said.
“I’m going to get powers? How do you know?” Mikey inquires.
“My power detects other powers. I can’t tell what it will be or when it will manifest, I just know you will. I have to leave now, I’m needed somewhere else,” the man nods at them and walks away. Gerard hears the door close and sighs.
“I wonder what my power will be.” Mikey wonders, sitting down on the bed.
“I don’t know. I can’t go to school again though. The dicks will try stuff and I’m not sure I can control it.”
“Try singing. You have to belt it out and I’m guessing your voice thing will happen so use that to train,” he hugs Mikey goodbye and watches him leave to do his homework. He shuts the door behind him and Gerard is alone again in the silence. He’s so glad the basement is soundproof.
000
Four months after getting his power, he finds he has another.
He’s pottering around in the kitchen, looking for soup and finding it on the top shelf in an overhead cupboard just to tease him. He reaches up on his tiptoes and feels his fingers brush the cans. He finally nudges one into his palm and watches in slow motion as one by one the other soup cans start to topple. He quickly covers his face and closes his eyes, waiting for the impact.
He hears the cans clatter to the floor and slowly looks down at the ground.
“How the fuck?” he says confused. The cans should of hit him, no doubt.
He looks up at the cupboard and sees a tinted blue see-through sheet over his head.
His mouth falls open, “oh my god, Mikey!”
He hears Mikey jog down the stairs and joins him.
“Why is the soup on the floor?”
“Not important. Look above my head,” Mikey looks above him and Gerard watches his eyes widen.
“What is it?” Mikey asks in wonder.
“The cans started to fall but they didn’t touch me. I didn’t see it happen but when I looked up, that was there,” he touches the sheet softly and watches it pull into his fingers. It feels like a tickle under the skin of his fingers but its not too bad.
“Sounds like a force field. I’m so glad I read comics, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I just wish Frank could know. He’d love it.” Mikey leaves and with that, Gerard starts to make his soup to the thoughts of the man he knew he’d never see again.
A/N. There is a back story for Mikey, then Ray, then Bob coming up. I'm uploading each story to my own journal so if you miss one, it will be on there. I shoiuld have them up in this week. Thank you for reading XD