Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge [Gerard Way x Reader]

Chapter Three - To The End

a/n - CW: deals with the subject of homophobia

The first couple of nights that I had been in the city were absolute hell.

It felt like it was impossible to cope with what I'd been going through. I needed to have (Y/n) by my side before I truly went mad, but alas, I had not a damn clue where she could possibly be. Hell! She could be in the Philippines and I wouldn't have known! (Although I now must admit how idiotically I was thinking, the woman had suffered from numerous gunshot wounds, of course, she was going to be back at home in Jersey...) I didn't know what I was thinking... taking up that damn deal. The thoughts of the people who I have already killed had started to haunt me. Granted, these men were truly evil. I had witnessed these men commit atrocious crimes. They deserved what they had coming for them, yet, what gave me the right to decide how these men should be punished? It didn't matter, after every little mission of mine, I had made sure to write all of their names in a book of mine, however, I knew that it didn't truly matter until they were buried.

After heading to the closest thrift store near the hotel I was in, I dropped off the bag of clothes I had purchased (however, some items were stolen seeing as I was very tight on money after blowing it all on that hotel room and ephedrine but, I was in desperate need of new clothes), and headed off to a bar just down the road. I really needed a drink after what I had been through and what I had to see, I deserved an opportunity to destress just for a little. Upon entering the bar, my eyes scanned the room (I was almost always on the lookout for evil) when they landed on a woman seated in the corner surrounded by what I presumed were friends of hers, and maybe even a sister or two. There was something about this mystery woman that had made my stomach churn, something was up with her that drew me to that corner of the bar to try to investigate. What is up with you, I just know that something is wrong with you... After observing her for a quick minute, I could make out that she was of a lanky build, with an olive complexion and lush chestnut hair. She had on a moss green tank top, that complimented her skin tone quite well, to combat the Louisiana heat.

I had decided to seat myself at a table that wasn't too far to not be able to observe, but not too close where it would make me look suspicious. I quietly sipped on my glass of Bud Light, keeping my eyes on her. I watched her every move, waiting to see if my hunch about her was right. She and her companions were just like every other normal person, on the outside that is , there was something wrong with this woman. I didn't care that I had no definitive proof at the moment, I knew. My gut feeling was almost always right and I knew that it wouldn't let me down, not that easily. I sat at my table slowly picking at the fries I had ordered, making sure to not look over in the direction of my soon-to-be prey. After around an hour, since I was seated, I was growing restless and kinda pissy. The woman and her friends had yet to say anything out of sorts to frame her as evil, however, there was no way I was going to give up so damn easy. I sat and waited and listened, for three fucking hours , and it wasn't until the third hour struck that they had decided to all part ways.

"I had so much fun with you tonight," -the chestnut-haired woman smiled hugging each one of the women with her- "Don't forget that we're coming back here Saturday at 7 to discuss something. I love you guys, get home safe!" And with that all the women had dispersed, leaving me with a little more hope than I had just a minute ago. Saturday at 7, okay, see you then ladies.

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I looked at myself in the mirror before making my way out of my room, adjusting the baseball cap on my head. Let's just hope that tonight goes all according to plan. I let out an exasperated sigh, brushing some of my hair out of my face, if tonight goes to shit I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do. (Y/n), I hope you're doing well. I miss you, my love, I'll be back with you before you know it. This is all for you. I let out a sad, little laugh and headed out of the room and off back to the bar. I had made sure to leave around 7 so that by the time I got there it would be around 7:20ish. I can't risk blowing my cover, I know that I'm getting close to what I'm looking for. I can practically taste it, hold it, see it, hear it. I hummed a little tune that I had made up as I entered the bar.