Gerard Way imagines [editing, kinda]

#18 Smooth Criminal

What's thIS!? TwO updates!?!?

Anyway I got this idea from watching the music video for 'smooth criminal' by 2CELLOS.
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You sat alone in the bar, taking in everyone's positions and faces. You knew he'd be here tonight. Your job from the FBI was to get close to him, and then lead him on into a trap. It was risky, but you had nothing to lose.

Gerard Way, serial killer. No one knew about him because the FBI wanted to keep it on the down low, but civilians were starting to ask questions, thus forcing the FBI's hand to do something before anyone knew.

You had to admit, he was a handsome bastard. With his perfect pale skin, jet black hair, and hypnotizing hazel eyes. He always wore a casual black dress shirt and black skinny jeans, with either a leather jacket or a suit jacket. His smooth jersey accent along with his charming demeanor, and perfect smile was what he lured his victims in with. He flirted with them and took them back to whatever place he could that was secluded and slashed them up beyond recognition. That may or may not happen to you tonight.

Fiddling with your dress, you scanned the room for him. You spotted him at the bar area, leaning against it. He was scanning the room as you were, most likely picking out the perfect target. His eyes connected with yours for a brief second, but you looked away. You decided that it was now or never to make a move.

You got up from your booth and headed over to the bar area. You ignored him, despite his eyes that seemed to be staring into your soul. You leaned over to the bartender and ordered the first thing that came to mind. You could feel Way's eyes look you over carefully, and it made your stomach churn.

"Hey." You could hear the smirk in his voice. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be in a place like this, there's creeps everywhere. You could get hurt, sugar." It took all your willpower to not slap him for his cliche pickup line.

"Yeah well, a girl like me knows ho to defend herself if need be." You sipped at your drink, still not looking at him.

"Ooh, sassy. I like that." You turned your head to give him a side glare. He cocked his head to the side, smiling. "Name's Gerard Way." He extended his hand.

Cautiously, you extended your own. "(Y/N) (L/N)." You smiled. He took your hand and planted a soft kiss on you knuckles.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said looking me directly in the eyes.

"Like I haven't heard that one before." I laughed dryly.

He chuckled again. "You're certainly very different from most girls here, miss (L/N)."

"Most girls here are sluts looking for an easy fuck. Most are probably cheating on their boyfriends like total bitches. Excuse my French." You took your drink In Your hand and turned your body so you could face Gerard.

"No excuses needed, my dear. You tell the truth. It's sad, isn't it? How most people are just looking for sex nowadays?"

Interesting choice of words, Mr. Way. Did you just find his motive? "It is. I myself have been cheated on for not having sex. It sucks and I hate it."

"Same here. It hurts."

"So you come to a bar and start talking to a random girl who could end up doing the same thing?" You raised an eyebrow.

He let out a breathy laugh. "When you put it like that, it sounds bad." You laughed too. There was a moment of silence, then he spoke up again. "You know, you're different. I like you. It's good to see someone isn't here just to get laid." He spoke seemingly genuine.

"You too. I like that you're not just another prick trying to get in my pants." He smiled at your words.

"I'd love to get to know you better, sugar." He pulled out a slip of paper and wrote something down before handing it to you. "But sadly, I have to go. Call me sometime; I'll pick up." He kissed your hand one last time. "See ya round', sugar."

By the end of the night, you had reported what happened to your superior. He was dissatisfied with your failure to lure Way in. You went home feeling down after he gave you an earful.

You hadn't told him about having Gerard's number. Glancing at your phone, you felt tempted to call him. You discarded that though, however, and went to bed instead.

The next morning you couldn't stop yourself. You dialed Gerard's number and just like he said, he picked up.

"Heya, sugar! Glad you decided to call." His cheery voice rang in your ear.

"Hey, Gerard. Yeah, I got bored so I thought, eh. What the hell."

"Your voice sounds distraught. Something wrong?"

"Bad day at work yesterday." You couldn't tell him about working for the FBI, he'd probably track you down and kill you. "I just want to get my mind off it."

"Ah, I see. We all have bad days. How's about we meet up at say... Starbucks? I don't know about you, but I'm craving coffee."

You chuckled lightly before answering, "Of course. Sounds good."

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Part two perhaps. I have a great idea for it.

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