Gerard Way imagines [editing, kinda]

#13 The Man In The Basement

(I know that's billy Corgan shh)

~1956~

      It was just an average day in the (L/N) family mansion. Mr. and Mrs. (l/N) were out, and their only daughter, (Y/N), was at home alone reading in the library.

(Y/N) was a curious girl, and often times she found herself yearning for adventure. She was coming up on eighteen fast, and that meant she'd be forced into an arranged marriage soon. She grimaced at the thought. She'd always dreamed of marrying someone she loved, not some random guy who wants her only for money.

She was also quite beautiful. Her skin was pale, and soft to the touch. Her (h/c) hair cascaded down below her shoulders, and shined in the light. Her eyes were her most striking feature. Depending on the light, they would turn color from a dark chestnut color, to a light hazel. She was truly a sight.

      Mr. (L/N) was an average man to the naked eye, but when it came down to his ego, he'd kill to protect it. In reality, he was a sick twisted man. But no one knew about that. Not even his wife or daughter.

On this particular average day, she felt bored of her reading, and wandered the halls of her parents oversized house. She was passing through the hallway that contained the door to her fathers basement. Her father had warned her several times, "never go down there. That's not your business." But she felt daring today.

      She went back into the kitchen to grab a candle, and returned to the door. Taking a breath, she put her hand on the door knob expecting it to be locked. Much to her surprise, it wasn't. Why would he leave it unlocked if he didn't want anyone down there? She pushed the door open slowly to be met with taunting darkness below her. She descended the stairs slowly, not knowing what she might find.

~When he first heard the door open, and saw light cascade down the concrete stairs, he began to panic. He was back to inflict more suffering. Didn't he ever get tired of torturing the poor boy? He tugged on his metal restraints hoping they'd break and he could get away. The footsteps weren't like his though. They were soft and cautious- was it even him? He lifted his head to the best of his ability and squinted his eyes. It wasn't him... It was a girl.

~Once (Y/N) got to the bottom of the stairs, she found herself in a medium sized concrete room, with three tables covered by tarps directly in front of her, and in the middle of the room-- was a bloody metal table. (Y/N)'s eyes widened. What in Gods good name was her father up to?

~The girl didn't see him, as he was in a dark corner of the room to the right of the stairs chained up. The single candle she held illuminated her features perfectly. She was the best thing his tired eyes had seen in years. Was she here to hurt him instead of him? His breathing sped up. He couldn't take anymore pain. He wanted it all to end. She saw the table that he was always strapped to, and she gasped. Maybe she wasn't here to hurt him? She headed over to the tables that contained the tools he used and stripped away the tarps. She shrieked and jumped back. He cocked his head to the side. Finally he decided to speak up.

"Are you here to hurt me?" It came out as a whimper.

(Y/N) snapped around to see where the voice came from. What she saw shocked her to the core. A man, chained to the wall like an animal. She quickly shook her head.

He narrowed his eyes. "Then why are you here?" He whispered.

She took a moment to collect herself and gulped. "I-I want- wanted t-to see what my father was p-preoccupied with down here." She stuttered. "So you- you're what he's been hiding down here."

He nodded meekly. "I'm afraid so."

She approached him slowly, trying not to seem intimidating, as he seemed panicked. "Why?" She asked.

The strange man sighed. "Experimentation." He hung his head sadly. "I've been here since I was eighteen, kidnapped for his sick experiments. I'm twenty now. I'm not even sure if I'm entirely human anymore." He spilled. He didn't know why he was telling her this, or why he felt like he could trust her. She seemed innocent, so why should he be afraid?

(Y/N) felt disgusted. Her father kidnapped a young boy, kept him in his basement for two years, experimenting on him? She felt like slapping her father across his face. She looked back up at the man, and observed his features. The candle she had didn't really help in seeing him, but he was pale to the point where light basically reflected off him. He was slender, her father probably never fed him properly, his face was drained of any color whatsoever, and his lips were chapped and faded. His hazel eyes had no light behind them. He had lost hope long ago. Nonetheless, he was certainly very handsome.

"What's your name?" She asked gently, gazing up at him with a friendly expression.

He smiled a bit, which made (Y/N)'s heart flutter a bit. Wait what? "Gerard." He stated, "Gerard Way."

"I like that." She chucked. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), The daughter of the abomination that keeps you here." She emphasized 'abomination' with venom lacing her voice. "I-if you don't mind my asking, what kind of experiments does he- do?"

      Gerard looked up at her with a pained expression. "Cuts me open, plays around with my organs, tests stuff is syringes, removes stuff, adds stuff, and I'm awake for the whole thing unless I pass out." A tear ran down his pale face, making (y/n)'s heart wrench. "I don't know how I'm alive. What he does should kill me. I want it all to end. I want to die." He sobbed.

      (Y/N) felt a tear run down her own face at the sight of him breaking down. She couldn't let her father continue this. She had to do something. She'd deal with him later, but at the moment she was focused on the crying man.

      "Do you have any family?" She tried asking.

       Gerard sniffled at the mention of family. He hadn't seen them in two years. They must've thought he was dead. "I have a little brother. Mikey. And my parents." He told her. "God, I miss them." He broke down again.

      Feeling brave and confident, (y/n) then made her decision. She would get him back to his family. She stepped up to him and held his face so he'd look at her. His skin was surprisingly soft. "Listen. I'm going to find a way to get you out of here. Whether I have to call the police, or full on fight my father. It will happen. I promise."  She smiled, wiping a tears away from his beautiful eyes.

        "Thank you." He breathed, smiling genuinely. For the first time in two years, he had hope.

"Thank you so much."

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There will be a part two.

A L S O, the fic 'Long Road to Recovery ' is in the works. COMING SOON TO A BOOK NEAR YOU.

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