Chemical City (An Mcr Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Four (Gerard)

Gerard expected nothing less than a stranger trying to kill Patrick, but it was still shocking to see the man's face covered in blood as he attempted to fight off whomever was holding the man still with a knife to his throat.

Frozen in place, Gerard watched as Mikey rushed towards the man, unable to reach him in time as the knife had already found it's place beneath Patrick's Adam's apple and into his flesh. By the time Mikey tore the man away from Patrick, the knife had done its job.

Gerard didn't know whether to watch Mikey try and wrestle the knife from the mystery man or Patrick as he gasped and dug his nails into the floor, blood draining quickly from the wound in his neck.

"Mikey, get down!" The simple command caused Gerard's brother to drop to the floor immediatly as a single gunshot echoed in the tightly enclosed room. Gerard attempted to cover his ears but was too slow and clenched his jaw as a ringing filled his head. "Fu-uck." He cursed outloud, unable to hear things for a few seconds until the sound adventually cleared up.

"What the hell kind of gun was that?" Andy cursed, only to trail off at the last moment as he noticed Patrick on the ground. Frank threw his gun aside and fell to his knees beside Patrick; fear showing through the concern in his eyes.

The man no longer squirmed on the floor uncomfortably, instead laying still and wheezing. At some point Gerard ended up beside Frank and the others soon crowded around the dying man.

"He's...He'll be okay, right?" Joe asked. "Tell me he's not going to die." Frank only shook his head, using a hand to gently sweep aside Patrick's hair. No one spoke though Gerard knew each had a lot to say. Holding back tears, Gerard watched silently as Patrick's struggles for breath ceased and the room was filled with a silence that could only be described as deafening.

"Oh God." Pete choked. "My fucking God. Oh no. No, no, no. No, no, no, no." He wailed; a sound more painful than the last breath taken by Patrick himself. "No. Please God no." Pete whimpered, taking a few steps away from the scene until he was adventually backed against the wall. "No." Gerard believed that it was the only word the man could say as he repeated it multiple times, sliding down the length of the wall and hugging his knees to his chest as sobs escaped him.

"He's not dead. He can't be dead. He couldn't just die." Andy said in disbelief. "People don't just die like that. He-He can't seriously be dead." The denial in his tone and the pleading in his words only managed to make Frank break. He let out a mournful cry and threw himself in Gerard's arms, his entire body shaking from each sob. Gerard whispered something about flowers to the man before setting his gaze on everyone else.

Andy was hugging Joe and the two were crying while Pete was still curled up against the wall. Mikey was attempting to stay calm but the moment he met Gerard's gaze, his lower lip trembled and he burst out in tears as well. No one but Gerard could keep themselves together and Gerard had no idea why.

He wanted to cry. God, how much he wanted to fall to his knees and sob. But he found himself unable to do so as everyone around him needed someone to take charge.

Patrick was murdered. Gerard was unable to stop it. He came too late. He should've rushed in as soon as he heard the first sound. Failure to do so resulted in one of his friend's deaths. It wasn't the man with the knife who killed Patrick, but Gerard himself for not acting sooner.

"Andy," Gerard said; since Andy seemed like the second most functional person in the room at the moment. "Can you...?" Gerard gestured towards the killer. Gently, Andy helped Joe sit down and whispered a few things to the hyperventilating man before doing the deed of removing the mask from whomever thought it was a good idea to kill Patrick.