Gerard Way -Heaven Knows- Frank Iero .5
Breathless and deeply confused, Gerard felt sobs began to wrench from his throat.
He was dead.
That in it's itself was hard to understand.
The cries brought him to his knees,onto the cold hard ground . Alone. No Tim.No Grandmother. And certainly no Frank.
In death,Gerard was trapped in his own hell, a solitutude of complete abondanment, that he could do nothing about.
"How did I deserve this?"
"You didn't."
Trembling,the raven haired boy looked about.
"Tim?"He sputtered,wiping his nose with one arm.
"That wimp?" A snort.
The aura surronded the boy wasn't a crimson, but a bursting red, tinged with orange and yellow static-like flames. His hair wasn't the same dark shade of black Gerard's was, but a natural black,falling to his shoulders in wild array.
"The name's Sonny." The boy offered his hand with a wide, slightly taunting grin. Gerard stared at the out stretched palm, scarred and blistered ,before coming to his senses and pulling himself up. At his touch,he gasped feeling the energy blend into his own.
"Your not the only one is this mess y'know."
Despite the fact that Gerard towered over Sonny, it was the boy who grinned and lead on, as full of energy as his aura implied.
"I remember you!" Gerard stuttered, bursting in between Sonny's rambles about Purgatory and the demons that occupied it.
"Hmm?" He turned, as if remembering his place and the company he lead just now.
"Oh yes,I didn't live to far from you." He nodded this off gently, and stayed silent.
"You really liked Kingdom Hearts."Gerard ventured. He felt so timid and unsure suddenly. Everything so unfamiliar...even with so many familiar faces.
"Yea! I did!" His face lit up, and his eyes widened. "Oh god,that game was so awsome!"
Gerard was so fascintated by the fact that in a place so dark and over shadowed by misery and pain, the boy still managed to plant a smile and act like a child.
A small nudge entered his mind, and from recent incident, Gerard knew that Sonny had attempted to enter in his mind. Desperate not to be so defensless,and for privacy, he stared at the ground,eyes narrowed and forehead puckered in concetration.
Get Out The nudge turned into a throb, pulsing,and he shut his eyes,concetrating on a giant brick wall,indestructible.
Finally the throb dissapeared,and Sonny turned, smling widely,his hair defying gravity more than before
"Your not as pathetic as I thought you were!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms.
"Where'd you learn to close your mind like that?"
Rubbing one arm,Gerard shrugged ,pleased with himself.
"I dunno. Comic books I guess." He confessed.
"Really? What kind of-"
Sonny stopped suddenly, looking out in the vast.
"We should go back.."He muttered in a voice far off,and not like the hyper tone he bantered on with.
"Go where?" To Gerard, he thought that vast endless plain was It "Back Home!" Sonny chirped, back to his own self. "Back to Tim." he added mockingly,laughter in his voice.
Gerard blushed brightly.
"He told you?"He exclaimed ,hitting 3 octaves .
"Mentality isn't Tim's strength, like yours."He sent a pleased glance in his direction."It's so much fun picking on him."
"And I gotta say,that was hot"
And just as Gerard's blush was creeping away.
Sonny laughed out loud as Gerard turned a violent bright red, grabbing his wrists. "Time to show you your new home."
-x-
"YOUR NOT PRESSING CHARGES?!"
In a storm,Frank had broken 3 knick-knackes, a chair, and several badly chosen pictures.
His mother sat calmly,pale hands folded neatly on her lap. She was a frail, tiny women ,and in this moment seemed almost transparent. "How.. he.. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S DONE TO ME?!" Frank roared. "He shot you. For that,I'm not pressing charges. But as for Gerbert-" "Gerard.He name was Fucking Gerard Way. Pronounce it right you whore." "Don't you Dare call me that Frank Anthony Iero." Her eyes glistened dangerously, and despite appearances,she was capable of exactly what her husband her done and more.
"Or what? Huh? You gonna shoot me?"
Gripping the sides of the wooden chair, Frank leaned in ,sneering.
"Go ahead. I've got nothing to loose."
The sound of palm hitting skin sounded louder than any clatter or crash Frank had made in his rampage.
"Do you know how disgraceful it is have a faggot for a son?" His mother's eyes glinted as she gripped the collar of his t-shirt.
" I wouldn've killed you both myself,if your father hadn't beat me to it."
"But I'm your son!" The fight had left Frank,and he knowed gaped back,tears threatning. "Your not my son anymore." She hissed in his ear, as long fingers wrapped around his throat.
-x-
Gerard..
Where are you?
He was dead.
That in it's itself was hard to understand.
The cries brought him to his knees,onto the cold hard ground . Alone. No Tim.No Grandmother. And certainly no Frank.
In death,Gerard was trapped in his own hell, a solitutude of complete abondanment, that he could do nothing about.
"How did I deserve this?"
"You didn't."
Trembling,the raven haired boy looked about.
"Tim?"He sputtered,wiping his nose with one arm.
"That wimp?" A snort.
The aura surronded the boy wasn't a crimson, but a bursting red, tinged with orange and yellow static-like flames. His hair wasn't the same dark shade of black Gerard's was, but a natural black,falling to his shoulders in wild array.
"The name's Sonny." The boy offered his hand with a wide, slightly taunting grin. Gerard stared at the out stretched palm, scarred and blistered ,before coming to his senses and pulling himself up. At his touch,he gasped feeling the energy blend into his own.
"Your not the only one is this mess y'know."
Despite the fact that Gerard towered over Sonny, it was the boy who grinned and lead on, as full of energy as his aura implied.
"I remember you!" Gerard stuttered, bursting in between Sonny's rambles about Purgatory and the demons that occupied it.
"Hmm?" He turned, as if remembering his place and the company he lead just now.
"Oh yes,I didn't live to far from you." He nodded this off gently, and stayed silent.
"You really liked Kingdom Hearts."Gerard ventured. He felt so timid and unsure suddenly. Everything so unfamiliar...even with so many familiar faces.
"Yea! I did!" His face lit up, and his eyes widened. "Oh god,that game was so awsome!"
Gerard was so fascintated by the fact that in a place so dark and over shadowed by misery and pain, the boy still managed to plant a smile and act like a child.
A small nudge entered his mind, and from recent incident, Gerard knew that Sonny had attempted to enter in his mind. Desperate not to be so defensless,and for privacy, he stared at the ground,eyes narrowed and forehead puckered in concetration.
Get Out The nudge turned into a throb, pulsing,and he shut his eyes,concetrating on a giant brick wall,indestructible.
Finally the throb dissapeared,and Sonny turned, smling widely,his hair defying gravity more than before
"Your not as pathetic as I thought you were!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms.
"Where'd you learn to close your mind like that?"
Rubbing one arm,Gerard shrugged ,pleased with himself.
"I dunno. Comic books I guess." He confessed.
"Really? What kind of-"
Sonny stopped suddenly, looking out in the vast.
"We should go back.."He muttered in a voice far off,and not like the hyper tone he bantered on with.
"Go where?" To Gerard, he thought that vast endless plain was It "Back Home!" Sonny chirped, back to his own self. "Back to Tim." he added mockingly,laughter in his voice.
Gerard blushed brightly.
"He told you?"He exclaimed ,hitting 3 octaves .
"Mentality isn't Tim's strength, like yours."He sent a pleased glance in his direction."It's so much fun picking on him."
"And I gotta say,that was hot"
And just as Gerard's blush was creeping away.
Sonny laughed out loud as Gerard turned a violent bright red, grabbing his wrists. "Time to show you your new home."
-x-
"YOUR NOT PRESSING CHARGES?!"
In a storm,Frank had broken 3 knick-knackes, a chair, and several badly chosen pictures.
His mother sat calmly,pale hands folded neatly on her lap. She was a frail, tiny women ,and in this moment seemed almost transparent. "How.. he.. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S DONE TO ME?!" Frank roared. "He shot you. For that,I'm not pressing charges. But as for Gerbert-" "Gerard.He name was Fucking Gerard Way. Pronounce it right you whore." "Don't you Dare call me that Frank Anthony Iero." Her eyes glistened dangerously, and despite appearances,she was capable of exactly what her husband her done and more.
"Or what? Huh? You gonna shoot me?"
Gripping the sides of the wooden chair, Frank leaned in ,sneering.
"Go ahead. I've got nothing to loose."
The sound of palm hitting skin sounded louder than any clatter or crash Frank had made in his rampage.
"Do you know how disgraceful it is have a faggot for a son?" His mother's eyes glinted as she gripped the collar of his t-shirt.
" I wouldn've killed you both myself,if your father hadn't beat me to it."
"But I'm your son!" The fight had left Frank,and he knowed gaped back,tears threatning. "Your not my son anymore." She hissed in his ear, as long fingers wrapped around his throat.
-x-
Gerard..
Where are you?