Soul Stealer (1)

.So cold, I know you cant believe it.

2001

December 23

It was two days before Christmas and Gerard was sat outside smoking a cigarette.

It was snowing and it was gorgeous.

Of course Gerard didn't care what so ever because he loved being cold.

"Gerard, Honey, can you move out of the way for me?" Donna asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm from behind her son.

"Oh, yeah, sorry ma.." Gerard chuckled nervously, stubbing out the cigarette with a speed so quick, he didn't even process what he was doing until Donna scoffed.

"Don't think I'm stupid, Gerard. Why are you smoking again? Hmm?" Donna sighed out, bringing her duvet that she was wearing closer to her skin, trying to block out the cold winter breeze.

Gerard looked down and shrugged, tugging his leather jacket close to him as a huge gust of chilled wind blew past him, making his ink-black hair fly all over the place.

"I just..it was one of those days, ma..I'm sorry.."

"No no, don't be sorry. You chose to smoke, it was your decision, so you shouldn't be sorry to me, be sorry to yourself. Its also your decision to keep smoking. Not mine."

Once again Gerard thought of his wise mothers words. What she said was true. It was his choice, not Hera or his brothers. It was only his. He was the one who chose to smoke, nobody else forced him to do that.

Gerard sighed, his mother patting his back and gettkng up, opening the front door which released heat from inside to the cold.

"Come inside when you're done thinking. Talk to me if you want, I'm here, and I'm never going to leave your side. Okay?"

Gerard nodded, his eyes not once leaving the snow that sat beneath his feet as he heard the front door close.

Minutes passed and Gerard was still outside thinking about everything, until he heard light footsteps coming his way from the side of him.

He frowned and listened closely. The footsteps seemed to be getting softer and slower as they got closer to Gerard. It seemed like if another person were to be in Gerard place, that person wouldn't be able to hear the footsteps, but Gerard heard them and started to panic but didn't dare to turn his head. He just kept listening until the footsteps got closer. As it is, its bad enough since its practically pitch black out here and the porch light wasn't on.

Once the footsteps came a little too too close, Gerard's head snapped towards that direction, but nothing was there.

Panic rose up in Gerard throat and he looked around frantically, the footsteps gone or that the person stilled and decided to make no movement.

He wanted to call out "who's there" but then his thoughts went to all those shitty horror movies he saw when he was younger, so he kept his mouth shut, and instead of staying outside like an idiot, he scrambled up and went inside, not taking any chances on staying out there.

But what he didn't know is that there was a creature on top of the roof, watching him and his every single move.

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Allo, bastards.

Hope you guys are okay.

Probably not and probably some are.

Keep running, Killjoys.

Don't give up like I did.

STAY STRONG.

Anyfuck,

Meow.

"Its like two bitches fighting over a hairdryer."

~XoXoKittie