Give Him Hell, Kid (Frerard)

Chapter One

Gerard P.O.V

"I hope that this teaches you a lesson." My father cackled, his dark red eyes smiling just as widely as his toothy grin. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in disgust.
The house before me was rundown, unlived in for God knows how long for. My father chuckled, knowing that this punishment was a good one. Probably something that he should've thought of before. "Come on, you can look inside. Get used to mortal life."

He dragged me across the street, anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I hated him. Curse my mother for falling in love with an asshole like him. We both shared midnight black hair, porcelain skin. But my eyes, a hazel brown, I considered a parting gift from her. She passed away giving birth to me, and I had missed her ever since. The key almost refused to unlock the door, but with a shove, it swung open to reveal a dusty, unkempt home.

"Jesus." I coughed, batting dust away from my face.

"Don't speak its name." My father hissed, turning to me with a hand raised.

"I was just getting used to mortal living." I shrugged, my sarcasm never failing to cheer me up, even when I was that angry.

"As you can see, I had them bring up your chair. I know that you'd simply die without having somewhere to mope around- after school, I might add." His outstretched hand gestured to an old, scorched chair. It's dark wood making it difficult for me to see it- but I knew that it was there.

"Gee, thanks. I appreciate it dad." I scoffed, sitting down in my chair. I dangled my legs over the side, feet gently kicking the wood. He stopped, standing in front of me.

"This isn't a holiday, Gerard. You understand that, right?" He asked, his hands behind his back. I rolled my eyes, tapping my fingers against the familiar wood.

"Are we done, here? I'm struggling to pretend to be devastated that once again, my own dad is trying to get rid of me." I snapped, wanting him to leave me alone. He had become more of an ass since he had married his current wife.

"If you like," he shrugged emotionlessly, "I just hope that you come to your senses sooner, rather than later." He hissed, a dark cloud of smoke exploded inside the room. The sounds of screams sounded out as he descended back to hell- where he belonged; he was the devil after all. My hands found themselves behind my head once again, listening to the old house creak around me. It was only a matter of time before the foundations collapsed around me. And I wasn't just talking about the house- I was talking about my father's little plan.
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It was the next morning, and I could already feel sunlight making its way through the broken blinds. A dark shadow stood in the corner of the room, watching me. I frowned, sitting up, wiping sleep from my eyes.
"I'm guessing that it's 'time to wake up'." I said, waving my hands like a madman. The figure shifted closer to me, appearing to nod. I thanked it- it was one of my father's demons. One of the less vicious ones.

In the blackened mirror I admired my darkened red hair, my pale white skin. My eyes looked as if they could burn a house down with one stare- after all, there was no harm in trying. I got dressed, making my way downstairs to the kitchen. Dust danced in the morning light, illuminating the sadness that possessed that old house. I threw open the fridge, revealing a stash of raw meat. At least he knows my cravings, I said to myself, picking up a pink lump of whatever meat. It slid down my throat, feeding the hell hounds that lived deep within the pits of my stomach. I licked the cold blood from the corners of my mouth, tracing circles on the plate to gather every last drop. I smiled to myself, knowing that I would try and cause as much hell as I could, not accepting any failures. That would teach my father not to trust me; he'd have to clean up my mess. The figure appeared in the corner again, silently gliding over to me.

"Oh come on, I'm trying to eat. Can a man not eat in peace, or is that another one of my 'crimes'?" I asked, making commas with my fingers. The demon lowered its blackened head, sliding a piece of paper over to me.
'But he told me to' it said in childish scrawl. I sighed. "Fine. Whatever. You clean this up." I said, putting the paper into the centre of the plate, small red droplets appearing on the white paper.

I had no interest in making any friends, nor in forming any relationships. If anything, I wanted to ruin a few, cause a little drama. I wanted to make sure that my father would rue the day that he ever thought that this scenario would ever make a good decision. He'd have to clean up the mess, he'd have to explain my irrational actions to the people that asked. Stepping outside, my eyes were met with an old car. It's black paint glinting in the sunlight. Autumn leaves laid in piles near each wheel, the keys materialised in my pockets. Well, couldn't be any worse, I thought to myself, jumping from the porch, walking over to the old thing.
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Song Of The Chapter- The Kids From Yesterday by My Chemical Romance

A.N
Okay, so I'm not the only one that's loosing their complete shit over the MCRX announcement!!!! I was gonna put up this story in September, but due to the joyous occasion I thought FRICK IT, IMMA DO IT NOW!

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