Chemical City (An Mcr Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Four (Gerard)

Gerard was a wreck. There was no other way to put it as he collapsed to his knees and burst out in a fresh set of tears right in front of an obviously confused Patrick. "Um, hello?" Patrick sent Pete a 'Help me.' Look and Pete only responded with a sad smile. "Hey Gee," He said gently as he pushed passed Patrick and knelt down to Gerard. "What's up?"

"Frank was shot." Pete looked startled, shocked, then pissed. "Frank was what!?" Gerard shrank back from his loud voice but answered the question anyways. "He-He the Black Masks an-and they shot him and h-he fell down and tol-told me to run." Gerard cried, all of his words coming out as a jumbled mess that didn't make much sense. Fortunately Pete seemed to understand it, which was a surprise to Gerard as he hadn't expected him to.

"Gerard, where is he?" Gerard mumbled an answer under his breath. "Speak louder, dammit! Where the hell is he!?" "I-In front of th-the base-asement. Where Mikey an-and I live. Eas-East End." Gerard babbled; stuttering throughout the entire sentance. "Ray, help Gerard get washed up and into bed. Patty, I'm leaving to go get Frank. Are you coming with me or not?"

"Heck yeah I am. Don't open the door unless you look first, alright? Make sure Gerard is all washed up and...What the heck is that? Is that a crowbar?" Gerard looked down at the bloodied weapon beside him before handing it over to Patrick. "Oh. Um, should I ask?"

"I-I bashed a gu-guy's skull with it." Patrick gave the weapon a weird look before placing it beside Gerard and wiping his hands on his pants. "Um, you can keep it. Just, less cracking heads open, okay?" He said awkwardly. Gerard sniffled and rubbed his nose with his hoodie sleeve. "Kay."

"Come, Gee. Let's get that off of you, alright." Ray said gently as he grabbed one of Gerard's bloody hands and helped him up. Gerard released a small whimper but didn't complain as he was led to the bathroom.

"We have running water here but it's all cold so just rinse your hands off while I boil a few pots to fill the tub with." Gerard nodded, holding his hands under the sink. It took Ray a few seconds to realize that he should turn the water on. "Oh. Yeah. My apologies." He left soon afterwards, leaving Gerard whimpering as he watched the man's blood mix with the clear water to create a rusty color.

Gerard had killed someone. It wasn't like he meant to; if anything, he just wanted to knock the man unconscious. He didn't plan on actually killing the man. He wasn't a murderer. He wasn't...Frank. Gerard didn't blame Frank or anything for the men that had been killed by his own two hands, but Frank was the strong one. Frank was the one who was supposed to shoot the bad guys and save Gerard. Frank was the brave one who was meant to kill all the bad guys. Not Gerard. Gerard wasn't a killer. At least, not until now.

Ending a life was worse than fighting with Frank. He had taken something so precious and crushed it beneath his own two feet. He had removed the light from a living being's eyes and killed it in such a way that left Gerard confused and splattered with different fluids he didn't dare think about. Gerard never wanted this. He never planned on having blood on his hands. He never planned on standing over a man who had died due to his actions. How, He thought. Could Frank live knowing that he had killed someone?

That question only made things worse as Frank wouldn't be able to answer it and not only had Gerard lost his brother, but now the only person left whom he loved was gone too and Gerard was left alone with three people who felt like strangers to him.

Trying to calm himself down was useless and somehow he ended up curled in a ball on the floor sobbing. Ray found him a mere few seconds later; a sad expression on his face as he watched Gerard cry. It wasn't anything he shouldn't be used to, though Gerard knew this is the first time Ray was with him alone while he had a mental breakdown.