Frerard One Shots

We're Taking Back Control

        When you look at him, all you see is 20 pounds of crazy in a 5-pound bag. He's different from all of us. Granted, it's not hard to be different when we are supposed to be all the same. Although he's different, he's not quite dangerous. There's a fine line between different and dangerous and that line is called Gerard Way. 

        Where we come from, there are many rules to keep us safe at the cost of giving up some freedom. I couldn't tell you how many rules we had but most of them don't matter as much as the three golden rules.

        1. There is no tolerance for any alteration in appearance. 

        2. There is no creativity or uniqueness because originality sparks toxic thoughts. 

        3. There are five words we are not ever permitted to say or speak of: art, music, idea, special, and love.

        The rules are there for a reason, to keep us safe. We live in the Society safe behind a wall, preventing the terrorists from causing destruction. These terrorists, these extremists, these Killjoys are the reason we have so many rules. They are dangerous and must be exterminated at all costs, physically and ideally. They are the most dangerous beings to walk this Earth and if they were to influence a citizen, the citizen must be put on a watch list in order to be rescued. However, sometimes people are beyond salvation. In those cases, like the other Killjoys we encounter, they are exterminated. 

        The Killjoys have blinding and distracting get-ups, putting chemicals in their hair, stabbing their skin with needles and injecting ink, and smearing war paint over their face. They were tight clothes and leather jackets as battle attire. We have eliminated all characteristics of their looks. We cannot replicate their appearance, which is why we were white and grey simple clothes, making any infiltrating Killjoys stick out like a sore thumb.

        The Killjoys are built on ideas. They believe in recklessness and being out of control. To prevent such behavior, we restricted originality. Stay exactly the same as everyone else to be safe. And the disease of turning into a Killjoy is more common in young children who don't understand, especially teenagers wanting to find themselves. In order to ensure they grow up sane, there is absolutely no emotions expressed. It is completely eradicated until the age of 18. When becoming a legal citizen, an individual may choose one emotion they are allowed to express however they like. But until 18, everyone is neutral. 

        Lastly, the five words and concepts we cannot mention: art, music, idea, special, and love. It's almost a given fact. Art and music are just the visual and audial appeal of originality, expressing far too much emotion to be safe. Ideas are literally the foundation of the extremists. To be special means to be different from the rest. And love. In all honestly, I don't know why love was included. Something so fictitious and pointless isn't concerning. Nobody "loves" anything. We appreciate other's company or value a person's life but not love. Yet it's still a rule for some reason. The concept of love entails how we cannot initiate supposed romantic action, which again is pointless. Unless desiring a family, there is no reason to be close to anyone. The Society officials pick your spouse based on compatibility and later, the couple can request to have children. But that's a different set of rules. The point is, love is obsolete.

        Sitting on a fallen log, Laine sits next to me. "Why is he like that?" he asks. 

        I look at my best friend and then stare back at Gerard. "I truly don't know." We watching his pace back and forth kicking loose rocks on the ground.

        "They're going to lock him away if he keeps it up," he says. "I think he's getting worse. I...I think he's sick-"

        "No," I interrupt. Laine looks at me. "Gerard isn't sick, he's not breaking the rules."