Gerard POV.
"Gee!", I hear Mikey's voice.
"I know I know. It's the third time this month. But.. please. Mikes. You're the only one I can call. There are no other persons.."
"You have a real problem."
"Sure! I have the problem! Who tortured their last victim? Not me!"
"That was one time! And I haven't killed someone for over a month!"
"Will you help me now?!"
He sighs, "I'll be there in ten minutes."
"You're the best!"
"Yeah yeah. You owe me that!"
"I know. Thaaaaanks!"
I hang up. I'm so happy to have him. He helps me every time. But now I look to the body again. That was really bloody.
After ten minutes Mikey was finally here.
"Who was he?", he asks with crossed arms when he looks at the corpse.
"I don't even know who he was."
"Really?", Mikey stands up again and looks to me with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes! And don't give me this look. Can you now help me?"
He shakes his head and gives his hands in his pockets.
"Okay.. you have any idea how we can do this?", he asks me.
"Eahm.. no? That's why I called you, my loving brother.", I say and smile to him.
"Idiot."
He walks up to the corpse again.
"Okay.. eahm.. maybe.. bury it?", he asks.
"And where?"
"I.. I don't know.. or.. we could brun it."
"That's a good idea! Come on! We need to get him out of the flat without looking suspicous."
"I have an idea. Maybe we could cut the corpse into smaller pieces and give them in a bag. The head.. the head is going to.."
"Lay on the ground?"
"Right! Or you put it under your shirt and act as if you're pregnant."
"Why should I be pregnant?!"
"People thought you were a girl in school. Maybe it still works."
"Let's just hide the head. I don't want to be fake pregnant."
"Okahay. It's your decision."
I smile to myself.
"You have gloves?", I ask Mikey.
He gives his hand in his pocket and gives me a pair of gloves. I put them on and walk into the kitchen. I get a knife and walk back to the corpse. I kneel down and cut off the arms. Then the legs and then the head. I walk back to the kitchen and wash the knife. I put it back and take off the gloves. I put them in my pocket.
"Bag?", I ask Mikes.
"Take the black bags in the drawer. There should be some."
"Why do you know that?"
"Every household has these black bags."
I put the gloves back on and look into the drawer.
"You're right!", I take out a black bag.
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Life On The Murder Scene - Gerard Way x Reader (English)
FanfictionY/N works in a little café in Belleville, New Jersey. They had a normal life, but when the man with the black hair and hazel eyes stepped into it everything changed for them. They always think about him, but what they don't know about this gentleman...
