The Insanity of The Artist (Alesana/MCR)

The Murderer

 a/n this is kind of a graphic chapter. The Murderer. a little obvious. be warned.

Chapter 4- The Murderer

based on Chapter Four: My Thirst For Blood Turns Me On

Gerard walked into the pub and quietly bolted it behind him. He swiftly walked to the bar and ordered a drink to steady his nerves. As the bartender was helping another costumer, he descretly grabbed a knife from behind the counter and slid it into his trenchcoat pocket.

Gerard glanced up to see a sight he thought he'd never see agian. He beautiful Annabel was standing behind him. He whipped around as fast as he could to see no one there. He dissapointedly turned back around to see she had not moved but now she was covered in blood and screaming. Gerard shut his eyes tightly and threw back his drink.

He walks up to a man sitting only two chairs over, laughing with his friends next to him. Staring at the mirror he whispers, so quietly he can't even hear himself, "are you ready to run?"

"I'm sorry?" the man responds.

Gerard's head whips around and he stares at his face. "Are you ready to die?" he says in a deadly manner and slowly pulls out the knife.

The man's face contourts into a look of horror, and noticing something shining in the light he looks down to see the knife. Before the man can do anything further to stop, it Gerard had stabbed him in the stomach and drops him to the floor. The man's aquantences stumble back in drunken fear.

Gerard grabs the man's drink and slams it down once he's finished it. "You should know, I'm dangerous," Gerard tells the group, glancing at the body. A shiver of pleasure runs up his spine as he leans down and stares at the dieing man. "My thirst for blood turns me on." He lickes the knife while standing up and staring directly into the eyes of his next victim. "How sweet."

As he approaches the next man, Gerard sees Annabel still in the mirror. "I'm going crazy without you." He starts to run now yelling, "Annabel, look what you've started!"

As Gerard looks around to pick his next prey he licks the knife again. A man in front of him runs to the other side of the pub and others follow. Gerard smirks and grabs the arm of one of them, pulling him close. He leans in and licks the nervous sweat off his face. There is definatly something wrong, Gerard thinks as the salty liquid falls down his throat.

After killing this man Gerard glances around the room again. Some people are screaming, some are crying. Some people were on their knees praying or begging for their lives, while others enjoyed a last drink, not even trying to escape the invetable.

But Gerard could hear none of it. It was as if the world had gone silent. "Are you ready to die?

 Gerard asks loudly over the clamour. "I'm so glad all of you came." He smirks and continues his killing spree.

After the pub was empty of the living, other than himself -- if he could even call himself alive anymore -- and he walked over to the bar. He started etching a tally for every corpse in the room. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to the mirror to find Annabel still present.

"Is this what we pictured the night that we said, 'You're the one'?"

He licked the knife one last time and calmly walked out of the pub as if his actions that night had never happened.