•DESTROYED (Frerard)

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If I don't die from old age first then I swear I will die from repetition. Everything is always the same! Is it even possible? I was standing in line, ready to receive my daily food allowance. Food.. Fuck off more like watered down mush.

Everything is so cloned.. Even the people that 'work' here are cloned. The things took DNA stem cell samples from the prisoners and spliced them together. They formed the workers. Test tube grown monsters more like.

They had the sort of punch me in the face expression. Very patronising and hellishly overly friendly. I never took a shine to them. They had a number tattooed to the back of their neck, each one had a different code. I never worked out why they had them.

My white uniform I was wearing brushed against the completely clean and sparkling floor. Too clean for my liking. Y'know? Things always need a bit of dirt to make it feel homely. But this place, fucking bleached.

I was next in line, the processed face turned and looked at me. The voice grated my nerves every time it spoke.

"Place your eye to the scanner please" it ordered with its middle aged white male voice.

I did so, everything here was logged. Didn't know where didn't know how. Didn't really care that much to be honest, I pressed my eye to the round camera that flashed a bright light into my pupil. It scanned my iris and relayed the information to the clone.

"Frank Anthony Iero" it blurred out in its dull voice. "Your food allowance" it repeated in its tune. It handed me a packet of powdered grey 'food'. Yeah.. That's as good as it gets here. We had running water in our cells which we had to mix with the powdered shit which turned it into mush.

I was about to walk off when the surrounding walls of the room turned red and alarm bells began to ring loud. Shit this is exiting, wonder what's happening? I swivelled round to see a strange man dash into the room and scream "I understand now!" He was wearing a dark blue cut tight jacket with red and white stripes on the shoulders. Some clingy black jeans and had bright red fiery hair.

Of course, he was restrained. By the clones, it took 4 of them to calm him down. I heard one of them whisper "Send him to 34B" 34B?? That's my fucking cell what the fuck. No way was I having that psycho in my room. I stepped forward to protest but a was confronted by a clone.

"Please return to your original position" the clone was holding a taser and I didn't particularly want to get tasered and dragged to my cell. So I obeyed and walked off. Back to my room.

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It had been 20 minutes since I had returned from the food allowance room. I was lucky because my cell was one of the very end ones. Further away from the hustle and bustle of crowds.

My mind was wondering away because the man that burst into the food room wasn't in with me. And I was beginning to wonder what had become of him. Maybe they killed him? Who knows.

At that moment my cell door swung open and a clone walked in. Behind him was the man that had disrupted the peace roughly 25 minutes before.

He was a moderately tall character with dark hazel eyes and a smirk that could tell a lie. He strolled over to the chair in my room and sat down. His red hair fell in front of his face. The clone addressed me.

"This is Gerard Arthur Way. He will be your cell mate for the foreseeable future" the clone turned to the man "I hope you two will get on well"

"Yeah fuck that" Gerard spat at the shoes of the clone.

Oh, he was one of those assholes. Great.

The clone waved a robotic goodbye and slammed the door as it left. The electric locks twisted and the door locked shut. I think a tiny spec of me was scared? Maybe scared to be locked in a room with him. He seemed pretty dangerous.

There was a few minutes of silence when he looked at me and said "how long?" His eyes glassy as they stared into mine.

"What?" I asked back trying to hide my anxiety with my words.

"How long have you been here?" He repeated. His eyes still burning onto mine.

"Uh-urm. 2 years?" I said hesitantly keeping eye contact with the stranger that gave off a psychotic vibe.

He turned away and didn't say anything. My room was lucky. I had a small glass strip of window that let in some of the natural light. He stepped up to it and pressed his forehead against it breathing out heavily he seemed to be examining the glass. He breathed again, this time deliberately onto the glass and watched it intently.

"Wha- are you doing?" I stuttered. I was concerned with the fact that I was alone with him. Wait no he had a name. Gerard? Yes Gerard. He seemed to make me feel uneasy.

I thought he had misheard me when a few seconds passed without word. But eventually he turned around suddenly and relayed the words "you won't understand".

I was taken back slightly, how would he know if I would understand or not? I decided to sass him. "Try me" I challenged. Trying to mask my anxiousness with confidence.

He turned his whole body to face me which left me feeling rather intimidated. His eyes narrowed as he said "Oh honey ... you really wouldn't understand" he kept his gaze for a few seconds before turning back to place his hand on the glass.

Rude.. I thought to my self. But I kept quiet, I didn't want to get into a fight with this Gerard . I am only 5'6 and he must be 3 or 4 inches taller than me.

I got up steadily and avoided eye contact with the psycho. Yes. That will be his nickname. Psycho. I walked over to the door that lead to the sleeping quarters and pushed down the handle.

"What are you doing?" The psycho asked me turning around.

I pushed my face into a smirk and said "Oh honey, you really wouldn't understand" and with that I walked through the door and slammed it behind me. God that felt good.

Two can play at that game Gerard.