In This Fight, It's Love or It's Death.

Chapter 1: The New Contract

“How can I help?” Gerard asked his new client. Gerard has never showed his face to any of his clients. That would risk too much. Jail mainly, but it would also ruin his career. He has a signature look. It identifies him as a killer, but also as a business man. He knows a girl. Her name is Lindsey. She owes Gerard a favour, so she created him a mask. Not just any mask though, a mask that looked like an actual face. It was makeup and a lot of expensive materials, and it was his new image. Little did he know that the look would be the face of most assassinations. 
“I want someone dead.” A woman said, smugly. 
She actually worked within the building that Gerard works for. He didn’t know her name, and he didn’t want to know. That is too much client information. Client intelligence was not to be shared. Gerard was one of those guys who got on with his job without much question. Besides, he was well known now. He was overbooked half of the time. His “boss” told him that he could only select a few. It wasn’t healthy to take on so many jobs at once.
He didn’t have a boss as such. He was his own boss. Though he did have an advisor. It was only to advise him against getting caught. It could be said that Gerard worked in a building that was much like the CIA or MI5. Although, clearly they weren’t. They weren’t the bad guys as such, but they were working out a way to corrupt the government. He worked for "Skull". 
“I figured.” 
She sighed and rolled her eyes. She seated herself in the seat opposite Gerard’s desk. The seat over looked a lot of New York City. He was a skilled hit man. There was many of the same trade in New York, but Gerard was one of the best. Gerard was so well known, that people knew who killed someone when it was Gerard. Gerard was lucky enough to know people who deleted all of his files before he joined this trade. Nobody really knows who Gerard Way is. There is no evidence to know who he is. Everybody believes Gerard is an alias of someone else. Of course, Gerard would be a fool to tell people that Gerard is an actual name. It’s actually quite funny. When Gerard started in the business, he had started killing for people he met in bars. He’s not even sure how it happened, but he loved it. 
The woman had placed down a few files on to the desk in front of her. One file had a lot of information about his next target. 
“I want Frank Iero dead.” 
Gerard looked up at the woman and then down to the files. He scanned the files to find that Frank was 25, living in New Jersey. He worked for a newspaper company in the centre of New York. 
“Any particular way you want him dead?” Gerard asked the woman, the same expression on his face
“Public, and I’ll give you $50,000. Any other way and it’ll be halved.” 
Gerard raised an eyebrow at the price. He’d never been paid that much before. Not even when his clients also work for Skull. 
“Fine. Let me just get the papers out.”

Gerard’s first stop was at Frank’s work place. He had taken his mask off at this point. He didn’t want anyone to recognize who he was. Frank’s work place was some fancy ass building not far from Gerard’s office. It was almost like a hotel, yet it was for a newspaper company. The building was glass, not very unique considering there is a lot of glass buildings in New York. On the outside there wasn’t many people walking about. Gerard always liked scoping out his targets places. It gives him extra details about their life and routine. Sometimes it will scare Gerard. It will scare him knowing that he’s killing a real human. Yet he always pulls himself back together. He remembers why he started in the first place. It’s only a job. A job that he loves for that matter.
Opposite the building was a Starbucks. Gerard decided to walk inside of Starbucks and wait for Frank to come out. He didn’t know when Frank’s shift ended, so he decided to grab a coffee and stare out the window and see whenever he saw Frank. He’d only got one picture of him and it seemed to be a couple years old, hopefully he is not too difficult for Gerard to spot. Gerard decided to take out his laptop and do some background research on him. It was surprisingly difficult to find any information on him. He found an old Social Media account, but nothing was on there. It was just the picture Gerard owned and his date of birth. Gerard tried tracking things about the page but no results were found, it was surprisingly odd. 
Frank walked into the Starbucks while Gerard was having a fit of despair after finding no results on him. Gerard couldn’t help but stare at him. He wanted to know exactly everything he could about Frank. Yet, he couldn’t find anything, so he’d have to do the research himself. Not that Gerard was complaining. It made it more fun after all. Frank walked out after a few minutes. Gerard packed up his bags and followed him a minute after.
Gerard studied the route Frank was taking to the train station. There was a few good advantage points for a good snipe, and even a throwing knife. This would be a good kill. He could feel it in his stomach. And, by the time Frank had reached the train station, Gerard had a plan.