Chemical City (An Mcr Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Four (Gerard)

By 'Having fun' Brendon most likely meant teasing Gerard with the knife he held in his hand and asking constantly who else was with him. Gerard of course, expected the man to assume the obvious; that Gerard wasn't alone, but he refused to give into the dictator's charms.

"No-one." Gerard said for the hundredth time as Brendon's breath hit his ear and the knife skimmed over his neck gently. "Now don't be like that, Gerard. I am well aware of your, what's he called? Lover? That Frank Iero obviously is a part of this, isn't he?"

Keeping a straight face, Gerard shrugged his shoulders. "I hope not. I didn't tell him what I was planning. As of now, it's just me. A lone flower in a field of weeds." He responded. "I can see a lie through your courageous words, little one. We can do this either the easy way or hard way. What do you say?" Gerard shrugged. "Why not the Gerard Way?"

"How adorable. But no, Gerard. I say we get this over with and you answer all my questions, alright? Let's start it off easy." Gerard kept a straight face, standing tall while the man circled him like a cat stalking its prey.

"Rebellion. Are you a part of it?" Gerard didn't know whether to give the right answer or not, but decided not to lie. "Yeah." He said. "Most of us all in the city are rebels. You know? If you're about to ask whether I know any of their secrets, then the answer is no. I hadn't been able to get into contact with them at all so decided acting on my own would be best."

"Liar. You live with the rebels." "How was I supposed to know that, Urie, when all of them were secretive. In fact, I barely know anyone but Frank in that building. The others were all so secretive. It's hard to get them to speak when they refuse to."

"Lies." Gerard bit his tongue as the knife made a small cut in his arm. "Now, immunity, am I right?" "My eyes glow green and I choke on air, if that is what you were asking." Gerard held back a groan as the knife carved another mark in his body. "I never said whether you were wrong or right. Harming me for not giving an exact answer while responding to a question makes no sense."

"You have a brother. His name is Mike or something, am I correct?" Gerard bit his tongue. "Place a hand on him and I will-" "You will what? Dead men don't talk past the grave." "Dead men will drag you to hell and dance over your corpse, you bastard." Gerard spat, ready for a fight.

"Ah, there's some spite. I've always loved people like you, Gerard. Easily angered through the smallest things such as love." Another cut. "I can threaten you with the lives of those you love and you will bend to my will. Now, would you like to know the difference between a man with nothing to lose and a man with everything to lose?"

"A man with nothing to lose would charge into battle without a second thought." Gerard answered. "But you're forgetting something." He added. "A man with everything to lose would fight even at the cost of his life!" He threw himself at the beautiful man, attempting to wrestle the knife from his hands.

Gerard should've expected the dictator to be strong. He, after all, was the leader of the entire Chemical City. But that didn't stop Gerard from kneeing Brendon in the crotch and pulling the knife away from the man at the last moment; causing the blade to slice though the skin on Gerard's broken arm, causing him to hold back a cry of pain.

"Wow, Gerard. Hadn't expected you to be a dirty fighter. Now that you're the one with the weapon, care to ask me any questions?" Brendon asked as he held onto his lower area.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you killing people and tearing families away from one another? Why not let everyone live peacefully?"

"Well Gerard,"  Brendon said as he dusted his pants off. "Those were more than a few questions, weren't they?" "We have time." Gerard said bravely. "I'm afraid not." Brendon responded a little too harshly.

There was a moment where Gerard was facing Brendon, then another when he whipped around to face the door as it flung open. He was about to open his mouth to shout Frank's name, only for a choked 'F-ank' to escape his throat as he collapsed to the floor.

For a moment, Gerard was in shock. He was confused on why he collapsed, then he noticed the blood. The scarlet color pooling beneath him.

Gerard then realized, with a sinking feeling; that he had been shot. That was when the pain began to claw at his stomach. A pain which seemed almost unbearable as screams tore from his throat.

It was impossible for Gerard to think with all the pain. Impossible for him to stand or even speak with the burning sensation rising and shredding his body. He didn't know whether the agony was the cause for him to scream or Frank as he threw himself at Brendon Urie. Either way, Gerard was tormented by fear and pain as he withered on the ground.

"Shh. Shh. Gerard. I got you." Tyler said as he knelt down in front of Gerard. "Quit moving. There. Sit still. I know it hurts but you have to stay calm." The gentle tone was unfamiliar with Gerard as he hadn't heard it before, but he still couldn't stop squirming around.

"Josh! I need your help!"

There were a few times where Gerard's vision went in and out. Where Josh would say his name and tell him not to sleep. But Gerard was tired. And like Tyler said; there was nothing they could do.

Gerard spent a few seconds thinking. For once in his life, he realized that he wasn't thinking about nonsense. In fact, he was thinking about people. Thinking about Mikey and Frank. Thinking about Ray and Pete. Joe and Andy. Tyler and Josh.

Gerard liked thinking. Thinking was the working of his mind as he entered places unknown to others. If only, he thought as Frank sobbed over him. Frank could hear my thoughts right now.

I love you, Frankie.