Threats Of Romance

Chapter ONE

Gerard Arthur Way was dead. And the memory left his family devastated. All anyone would talk about for months was his death. It's all anyone WOULD talk about. It had been tragic. Gerard was lying in his bed, his arms tightly wrapped around Lynzy like a blanket, keeping her safe and secure. With all of his love. His daughter tucked away safely in her cradle, opposite the Queen size bed he and his wife both shared. The noise of smashing glass, thumping of heavy boots and low muttering woke him up. Gerard's hazel orbs fluttered open and he breathed calmly. Keeping his head down and his collective thoughts gathered. He knew that if he made a fuss it would render his family in danger.                                                                                          

He kept his arms wrapped around his wife's sleeping corpse. Little did he know that he was completely lifeless. Earlier that day the same intruders had drugged her and left her in her bed. Gerard stroked her silky, smooth black hair, gracing a finger over her lightly pink tinted cheeks. He smiled. She looked so peaceful. He loved her to everlasting pieces. He would've given anything for her.

That's when the noises got louder, and the boots got heavier, yet there they were, creeping strangers, stalking in the night. His  eyes widened and his lashes fell open as he saw the tragic horror that was the cradle. Dark crimson was softly trickling out of his daughter's sheets, pooling onto the wooden floor. It had been varnished that day, as if it was just meant to be quickly ruined by the upcoming event.

He quickly shot up and turned his head, glancing out of the window, black silhouettes waiting outside. One of them raising what could only be a hand, waving slowly and surely. One of the men, he could see they had a smirk spread on their face, glinting in the light. Gerard climbed out of bed slowly, so as not to wake his sleeping beauty. Then hopped over to Bandit's cradle, lifting the covers and clasping a pale and shaking hand over his mouth, wanting to be silent forever more. There she was, Her pale and blue face, what were once beautiful pools of chocolate, now blood strained, burst veins of absolute terror. Thick, black blood spewed out of her small mouth. Her head lolling to the side where her pacifier had been taken out of that same mouth.

He stepped back, falling into his bed and grimacing as he went to lift the covers off of his wife. She looked absolutely fine, which was a relief. 'Thank god.' He thought. He then graced his hand over her chest and realised he couldn't feel a heartbeat, not even a patter. His eyes widened in horror and tears filled his eyes, quickly cascading down his face. He stepped back and climbed into the bed, holding her close, a low grunt and laughing filled the room as the intruders approached and cornered Gerard, like hungry lions, about to pounce on their prey. The man quickly cocked the gun and just like that, the bullet tore through Gerard's chest. He coughed and spluttered, trying desperately to ignore the burning sensation of the incessant gushing blood filling his lungs, pouring out onto the sheets. He grasped for his wife as his eyes closed...