Harley Slaygle is an emotionally damaged 18 year old. She has been waiting for an excuse to die practically her entire life. One night during a thunderstorm, she is dragged into the Black Parade where she meets Gerard Way and the rest of her idols f...
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Harley-
"Uh! I-I need to change!" I blurted out. I ran into the bathroom before Gerard could say anything and locked the door behind me. I set the outfit down and stared at myself in the mirror. What the hell was that all about?! Why would Gerard just.... do that?! I think I kind of liked it..... I sighed and ripped the dress off and put the outfit on that Gerard picked out for me. A plain black t shirt with an amazing marching band jacket with a matching skirt and the most badass boots I've ever seen. This outfit was definitely better than that sluttly one that Frank put me in... I took one last look in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom. Gerard was sitting on his bed waiting for me.
He brought his head up from his sketchbook and smiled at me. "Wow Harls! You look amazing!" He beamed. I blushed and looked down. "But.... There something I need to change." I looked up at him and gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?" I asked. He stood up and walked over to me. "Your hair. It's the color. Don't get me wrong, your hair is beautiful! But I can make it look even better with your outfit!" He said. He grabbed my hand and took me back into the bathroom. He sat me down in a chair, wrapped a towel around my shoulders and got out two boxes of hair dye. One black and one light blonde. Gerard put some gloves on and smirked at me. "Now to work on my masterpiece!"
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Gerard had been working on my hair and makeup. He was finally finished and smiled at his work. "Oh my god you look perfect!" He beamed with a small blush on his face. I stood up and looked in the mirror and gasped. He dyed my hair a bleach blonde with streaks of black in my bangs and in the back of my hair. I had a black line across both eyes almost like a mask! Holy shit I looked amazing! Gerard stood beside me looking pleased with my reaction. "We should get going. He said. "O-ok!" I replied, still in a daze from how I now look.
We walked downstairs and the guys were waiting by the doors with their instruments and Bob with his drum sticks. They looked at me in awe. "Wow. You look good." Said Ray. I blushed and uttered a thanks. "I still think she looked sexier in the dress I gave her." Frank pouted making me blush even more. Gerard glared at him and he just chuckled, purposely making Gerard jealous. We left the house without saying anything to each other and out of the city. I followed the guys to where a bunch of people were and walked up on the float. Most of the people here I recognized from the Welcome To The Black Parade music video. Gerard had told me that I would be walking with the crowd. I stood at the front of the crowd. The float started moving and we all followed it. I smiled to myself once I heard the familiar piano riff and then Gerard began to sing.
"When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up, Would you be the savior of the broken, The beaten and the damned?" He said "Will you defeat them, Your demons, and all the non-believers, The plans that they have made?" "Because one day I'll leave you, A phantom to lead you in the summer, To join The Black Parade."
When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city To see a marching band. He said, "Son when you grow up, Would you be the saviour of the broken, The beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. And other times I feel like I should go. And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets. And when you're gone we want you all to know.
We'll carry on, We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And in my heart I can't contain it The anthem won't explain it.
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back Let's shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears Ooh oh ohhhh Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh Take a look at me cause I could not care at all
Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part I won't explain or say I'm sorry I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar Give a cheer for all the broken Listen here, because it's who we are I'm just a man, I'm not a hero Just a boy, who had to sing this song I'm just a man, I'm not a hero I Don't Care!
We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches on
Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll carry on) Because the world will never take my heart (We'll carry on) Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part We'll carry oooooooon!"
