When I looked up, I couldn't believe my eyes, I was lying in the rubble of a broken city. My skin was pale and hands, cold. Hanging off of my shoulders was an oversized hospital gown. "How did I get here."
I walked down the empty streets, there was no one around. As I was walking, I suddenly heard it, it was distant. At first. I stopped moving and held my breath. I heard it again. Drums.
Down the desolate highway, I saw what appeared to be a float, surrounded by people in dark costumes. The float slowed to a stop, mere inches from where I stood, gaping. A man, as pale as me and the people around him, walked swiftly off of the float, to stand before me.
"Hello." The white haired man spoke proudly, "Welcome to the Black Parade. I am the leader."
"The leader of what?" I stared in awe at the man in front of me, his eyes held a distant light behind them, he wore a black and white military uniform, save the skinny jeans.
"I am the leader of the broken, the beatened and the damned. I would like you to join us, that's why I came for you. Old friend." He smirked and held his arm out to display the parade that stretched for miles behind him.
"I don't understand, where am I?"
He sighed heavily. "Haven't you heard the news that you're dead?"
"No, I have not." I thought long and hard, but I was never able to recollect my memories. "I'm scared." That's the last thing I remembered, I remembered seeing a bright, red headed man shot down in front of me and hearing people yelling out a name. Fun Ghoul.
He smiled warmly at me, "just take my fucking hand, and never be afraid again." The proud leader reached ot to me with bony fingers. Hesitantly, I grasped it. He lead me onto the float where a woman with a gas mask awaited me, followed by a set of twin girls. The woman handed me a uniform, just like the one that the four other men around us wore. The twins brought me a guitar and they kissed my left cheek and right cheek at the same time.
The man I've come to respect, even though I had just met him, came to me once more. "Frank, that is your name now." I nodded. "Are you willing to fight alongside your brothers, once more? Like the good old times?"
Of course, that was his name, I began to remember the men standing in front of me. We rebelled together. "Of course, Party Poison."
Party Poison wiggled his finger at me. "Here, I am Gerard Way."
AND WE MARCHED
