I'll Stop Breathing Too (Frerard One-Shots)

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

This is a One-shot I posted on my old account, it wasnt noticed much but anyway, trigger warnings: suicide, blood, character death and murder. Revenge!Gerard and Revenge!Frank. Gee is a serial killer.

I really hope you enjoy:)

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It was inevitable, really, and everyone around him knew it. The blood and gore would eventually lead him to his death - whether it is because somebody set out to put an end to his games along with his life, or because his lover pushed him over the edge. No one would ever be able to depict the fate that God had written for this.

The sky had darkened from a bright blue to a purple then, eventually, a dark blue when the sun had set; hiding behind buildings that only grew taller as the months went by. Most families at this time were too tired to stay awake to even witness the starless night arrive. However, the city didn't seem to fall into a silent slumber, becoming rather loud when hues of red, blue and green lights blurred in the distance. Young men and women emerged onto the streets, dressed up in clothes that would surely draw people in. This led to their frequent one-night stands and buzzing bodies only to wake up with nausea and a heavy feeling in their chests. None of them stopped; craving more of the feeling they felt prior to their mornings.

Gerard Way never understood the mentality of these people, finding it to be the most disgusting and disgraceful scene to ever witness. These exact same people cause an influx of STD's, pregnancies that lead to abortion or babies only days' old pronounced dead - suffocated by their mother or father that disposed of their body as if it was garbage. They were the reason for the rapid increase in unemployment and the homeless on the street. They were driving this world to its downfall and deserved to just disappear. This, of course, was a task too large for any human being to take into their own hands and do the job themselves, but Gerard is no ordinary person. He is not a part of the dirt that lingers on the side walks.

A gust of wind flew by, Gerard's long dark hair blowing into his face as he approached the familiar dingy entrance of the club that was booming behind the large metal door. He adjusted his hood onto his head in order to conceal his true identity. Raising his clenched fist, he knocked thrice then stepped back. He watched as icy blue eyes appeared only to leave again when a click of a lock was heard. His thin lips curled, smirking as he strode in when the door was held open.

Walking further in and down the steep stairs, Gerard was met with sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other in the almost pitch black room with only luminous lights to see his surrounding areas. A lack of oxygen and the overpowering stench of alcohol made him cringe as he pushed through the crowd to get to the bar where barely anyone went. He arrived in one piece, locating his haven and sat down on the high stool, calling the bartender over.

"Ah, back again, are we? That job of yours must be tiring... unless you're trying to get away from your girlfriend again?" the bartender, also known as Ray Toro, handed over the brown bottle after removing the lid. The man bent down, his afro moving with him as he picked up the lid to throw it in the bin. Gerard took a gulp of his beer and slammed it down nodding his head.

"Both," his nasally voice spoke out over the loud music that played in the back.

Ray only laughed, grabbing a glass and shining it with the dish towel he kept over his shoulder. Ray was a good guy, and Gerard truly appreciated his company when ever he came through. They never spoke much, only a few words here and there but it was enough. You probably assumed that the bartender was contributing to the factor as to why this world was becoming a shit hole but to Gerard, Ray only helped him by indirectly picking out the next victim.

"Maybe you should leave her, don't you think? Alex, she seems pretty controlling from what you have told me."

Now, you didn't really think that Gerard would just openly tell people the truth about who he is? No, that would be quite disastrous. See, the story he told people is that his name is Alex Magma who is a hopeless 23-year-old that works as a telemarketer for an insurance company. He rents a one bedroom apartment on 7th street with his high school sweetheart, Lisa Galloway who's a waitress at a diner. Nobody knew that this was the biggest load of bullshit: his name, age, his home address, his work and definitely his love life.