¡Venganza! (A Gerard Way And My Chemical Romance Story)

Prologue

(A/N): Hey there! If there's anyone actually reading this, this is my first story on Wattpad so if it sucks...nah jk, it can't suck because I wrote it *whips her hair sassily* heh no seriously, I'd like you to tell me what you think. The awesome cover was made by victoriastay so credits to her. I do not own MCR or their songs (sadly), only the characters and the plot. Kaykay I hope you like it *gives cupcake* here's the prologue, if you can even call it that. Enjoy!

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Gerard walked through a bunch of awful, rich old ladies with his knife in his pocket and a gun tucked carefully in his belt, hidden by his jacket. He was ready to do what he did best, or the only thing he did well; he was ready to kill.

The doors of an elegant room were opened by a man in a suit, his greying hair matching the grey atmosphere of the place. Gerard thanked him and walked in, staring at all those soulless people that stared back at him, disgust written all over their dull faces.

He was just another lost soul in that crowded room, with only one objective, to see her again.

Today's victim was a very particular one, his name was William Backimkoff. He was the owner of a very successful bank that had branches all over America. He was rich as hell, of course; but every single cent that he owned he had stolen it form other people, people that actually worked hard to have a roof above their heads. Once you put your money in a Backimkoff bank account, it's all lost. 

But this wasn't the only thing that he did, he also was a sick and disgusting rapist, murderer and God knows what else. Gerard had witnessed it. He'd often go to parks or playgrounds, to look for little boys or girls, saying that he's going to buy them an ice cream or something like that, but they always end up with all their body parts ripped and buried in Backimkoff's huge backyard... or graveyard, should I say. Gerard wasn't  the only one who knew about this, but if you know what was best for you, you'd keep your mouth shut too.

As soon as the party was over, everyone left, except for Gerard.

Backimkoff entered to his huge and elegant suite, took off his tie and threw it on the chair that was right next to him. He stared at himself in the mirror and smiled wickedly as he heard cryings coming from the wardrobe. He pushed the black button hidden behind a picture, and the wooden doors of the finely carved wardrobe opened, revealing the scared face of his next victim.

You could hear her pleading him not to hurt her through the cloth that was covering her mouth, her small body trembling with fear and her chocolatey eyes flooded with tears.

"Don't be scared, this is just a game." he said with that psychotic grin on his face. "Now imagine you're in a field, full of beautiful flowers..."

When he was about to touch her, he felt a sharp pain on his back. He turned around terrified and gasping for air, to find a smirking Gerard.

"Don't be scared... this is just a game." he mocked what Backimkoff had just said to the little girl, taking the blood stained knife out of the man's back. He fell to the floor and wailed in pain just as Gerard pulled out his gun, and shot him right in his forehead. He picked up the girl and ran out of the window before anyone who heard the shot could come to see what happened.

He ran to where he parked his black Dodge Charger, put the girl down and untied the rope off her hands. "Run to your house before anyone sees you." Gerard sighed bitterly, facing away from her.

"Oh...o-okay thank you." The girl cried and ran away with all the energy and strength she had left.

One less.

That makes 999.

One more and I'll see her.

He thought as he started to drive away

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Keep running.

Gerard ran faster and faster as he saw his girl, but the faster he ran, the further she went. A man was carrying her over his shoulder. He couldn't see her anymore, but he still could hear her voice.

"Gee please-...don't ...stop... LOOKING!"

Gerard woke up to the darkness of the night, panting and in a pool of sweat. It was just a nightmare. He ran a hand through his wet hair, got out of bed and put some decent clothes on.

"Never stop looking." he repeated to himself while looking at his pale, scarred face that stared back at him inside the mirror.

The next thing he knew was that he was driving off to somewhere with his gun thrown next to him, not caring about what 'the boss' would think about this. Every man had to be killed on a specific day, that was part of the deal but... fuck that, he was going to kill that motherfucker tonight, he had to see her as soon as possible.

After fifteen minutes of pure anxiety and adrenaline, Gerard finally got to that infamous place. It was the house where they all used to live in until Gerard died.

He shook his hand in a weird way and a paper billowing with red dust appeared on it, it was the list. He examined all the names on it, tracing them with his pale fingers. He had killed 999 men. Monsters really, but... didn't that make him a monster too? 

He put his finger on the last name, he knew this was going to be hard...it was his partner in crime when he was alive, his best friend.

Frank Iero.