Running.

Chapter One

A/N:
Hi! So this is my first ever fanfic, so if you don't like it, you don't have to read it. It's as simple as that.
If you see any band references, please, point them out. I love references.
Also, I am writing all of this on my phone, so... Please don't judge the editing.
Thank you for reading, my potato whales!

Gerard's POV
Running. That's all I remember doing the day I got caught. I needed something to survive on, and I'm too young to get a job. Why is the minimum age for employment 17? It makes no sense.

Sorry, I get distracted a lot.

Anyway, my name is Gerard Way. I have been homeless for as long as I can remember, so I resort to thievery to survive. I usually steal art supplies, so I can sell my creations, and make a moderately honest living. Sometimes though, times are tough, and I have to do dirty jobs. Not evil jobs, but just stealing and selling artifacts that sell for a lot on the Black Market.

But lately, I have seen notices outside the police station and post office, warning pedestrians about the "thieving monster that will stop at nothing to get money."

I couldn't  use the city to survive anymore, so I had to take drastic measures.

I decided that I would steal the crown.

I know.  I don't know why there is still monarchy during this day and age, but there isn't much I can do about it.

As I was saying, I was going to steal possibly the most valuable thing in the city, excluding the royal family, of course.

I had to put off stealing for a while, and grow my hair long, and dye it black. It used to be short and white, but I couldn't do this looking like a well known criminal.

I spent a lot of time in a secluded corner of the library, learning the floor plan for every level of the castle. I decided that the best way to enter the castle would be through the window of the prince's room.

It is well known that he is a light sleeper, so it is one of the few places that a light doesn't shine on.

It was night. Obviously, the best time to pull of a robbery. It wasn't hard to find the prince's window. It was the only one on the north side of the castle with a fire escape leading out of it. I crept up the stairs of the fire escape, thankful it wasn't old and rickety. I lowered myself through his open window, and crawled over to the sleeping body tangled in the covers of the large bed.

I saw it was the prince.

I realized how short he was.

And then I saw the ear buds coming from his ear. I hadn't looked around his room, so it was only then that I noticed the band posters.

I took the earbud out of his ear, and lifted it up to mine. I heard the voice of Patrick Stump, followed by Brendon Urie's.

Permanent jet lag
Please take me back
Please take me back...

All I could do was stand there. It has never once occured to me that he might have been a regular teenager. I mean, he scared most people, with all of his piercings.

Then, I messed up. I coughed, and his eyes flew open.