3:33 am •My Chem. Fanfic•

Epilogue

My Chemical Romance had just released their first studio album, "I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love." They were doing pretty well considering the circumstances...

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At first they were just five guys in a basement, practicing and creating, During that time, Gerard had gotten a job working for Cartoon Network in New York. Every day he would take the ferry from Jersey to the city and go to the building at which he worked. Bandit would ride with him as she had gotten a job in a small coffee shop in World Trade Center 2.

They would always go on their lunch break together and catch up on the years Gerard missed during his imprisonment. They both enjoyed it and they were extremely happy to have been reunited.

They had only been doing this for a year or so when it happened.

It was like any other day and Gerard was on a bus after getting off the ferry. Bandit was already at work, and he was heading to his job. All of a sudden he heard gasps and screams. He looked up from his comic book and coffee to see something he would never forget.

The scene unfolding before him was something no person should ever have to witness. There was a giant hole of fire and smoke in the side of WTC1. He looked at the building, shocked. He heard someone on the bus yell that a plane had crashed into the building.

The bus stopped and everyone got off, including the bus driver. They were fairly close to the towers and could see everything.  The building was smoking and as he looked closer, he almost threw up. There were bodies. People were jumping out of the building.

At this point, he did throw up, and as he looked up his heart almost stopped.

There was another plane and it was heading straight for WTC2.

"Bandit," he whispered. He felt himself tear up and as the plane hit the building, he let out a wail of sorrow. He ran towards the building, screaming his only daughters name whilst crying as hard as humanly possible.

"What floor is she on?!" he thought frantically. Then he remembered something Bandit had told him.

...Ugh I don't mind working there but honestly, working on the 64th floor is a pain in the neck when you have to go home...

Gerard fell to the ground and sobbed, saying Bandit's name over and over again. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Bandit's number.

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"Dad?!" Bandit yelled into the phone. "Dad, help! There's smoke everywhere and people are jumping-"

"Bandit tell me where you are! I'll find you, don't worry!" Gerard screamed frantically into the phone.

Bandit coughed then responded, "Dad, I'm on the stairwell going to the ground floor." Gerard sighed in relief and ran over to a fire fighter.

"Help me please! My daughter's in that building!"

The fire fighter nodded and ran in.

It was only seconds later that the building collapsed. First WTC2, and them minutes later WTC1.

Gerard stared in shock- his skin covered in dust- at the building that had been there only seconds before. He refused to believe that she was gone. He had only been talking to her a minute ago. It couldn't be real.

Gerard Way fell to the ground and passed out.

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It's been a week since Bandit died in the terrorist attack on the World Trade Centers. Gerard had been transported to the hospital and rushed to the emergency room. He had inhaled a lot of dust and debris and was barely breathing.