Chemical City (An Mcr Fanfiction)

Chapter Two (Gerard)

Gerard hasn't had the best life in Chemical City. For instance, most of his childhood was spent in hiding while he parents warned him and his brother of the death and destruction within the city. He hadn't even seen the outside world until those men known as the Black Masks broke into their home and stole the only dearest people to him.

Gerard didn't hold grudges. He didn't strive for revenge on his parent's deaths. He didn't even think of payback for the brutal murder he witnessed at the age of fifteen. In fact, he felt bad for those men. He felt bad that they were born with so much hate that they'd go as far as to murder two innocent, loving parents.

Upon closer inspection now that he was an adult, he realized how terrorizing that situation should've been. How scarred for life he should've been. But instead, he wandered the city alone in fear of everyone who wore a mask-but him and Mikey. He didn't know why, of course. They just didn't need one. The air to him and his brother was perfectly fine and he didn't know why everyone else believed it not to be. For eight-maybe nine years he had gone over this in his head. Why were people unaware of the normal air? Why did he choose to hide when he didn't have a reason to?

Maybe it was because of his family. How he was taught up until their parent's deaths. How his mother told him to keep hidden from anyone but them. How he should run as soon as he saw anyone with a mask-no matter how nice they may seem.

Either way, he had done it. He had stayed hidden for years. Him and his younger brother, of course. They lived a normal life, content and happy. No one's tried to kill them and no one has even seen their faces. In a way, Gerard liked it like that. He liked living a normal life without fear or despair. Living safely in different safe houses his parents had marked on a map for them.

Except Mikey disappeared and he didn't have a map for them or a happy life for them. Because his brother was nowhere to be found and Gerard was left with a false hope of finding the only sibling and loved one he had left.

It didn't help that he was on the last safehouse, eating the second to last canned spaghetti he had. I would have to learn, he thought in dismay. How to survive without my parent's help or my little brother's company. Gerard was in no way strong or smart. He wasn't witty or much of a quick thinker. In fact, he was still a kid in a man's body. A weak brother. He knows nothing of the world except for the few glimpses he caught while running from building to building.

Hell, he even colored in kid's coloring books and played with puzzles most of his day. The man didn't much like books but he read often when bored. Sometimes he attempted to play jump rope or card games with himself but it wasn't as fun as it used to be without Mikey.

Fuck. Gerard realized. He may like this life, but it was as boring as hell. Throwing the empty can across the room, he dug through the rest of the boxes to make sure he really was out of food. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he came upon nothing.

"Fuck." He cursed outloud. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Running a hand through his shoulder-length hair, he tried to think of something he could do. Sure, he was going to have to leave at some point in his life. But he knew what would happen if he did.

Without a mask like everyone else, he was an outsider. He didn't look like them, didn't act like them. He wasn't a normal average person. He could never be one. Not while he lived under the Earth with only empty boxes and toys to keep himself company. His parents may have thought far ahead, but maybe perhaps thought too far ahead.

Gerard was going to have to find himself a mask. And then he was going to find himself a missing younger brother.

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