He felt like a predator chasing after his prey. His blood coated hand grabbed onto the back of Gerards shirt and he had him pinned to a tree in seconds. They stared at each other,Gerard shaking in fear and Frank with a cold expression.

The rebels known as 'Killjoys' seek to destroy everything we protect here in battery city. Any citizen who is caught helping the Killjoys will be eliminated immediately. If you see any suspicious activity when going about your daily activities please contact the nearest Scarecrow or Drac. Make sure to take your pills so you can have a better,happier life. Just as a reminder,Have your headphones on between 9:38am and 10:14am at the volume level of 7.4, And again between 12:24pm and 2:56 pm at the volume of 8.7. Have A Better Day, BL/I

The Black Parade is dead.The Killjoys are born.

-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke dissipated some, I could see we had appeared in the middle of a road. It was cracked and full of potholes, the yellow lines coated with dirt and grime from over the years it seemed. Taking a better look around, it looked like a bomb had gone off and I was witnessing the remainders of a city.

-REWRITTEN AS OF 9/15/2025- He'd feel so much better...just one bottle...if he could keep control of himself... "Gerard. Please? Lemme help you." "I'm ..I-I'm sorry Frankie." Because he truly was. Frank was the one who mostly helped take care of him when he was at the lowest. Minus Mikey of course. But Frank was the one who held Gerard after he had vomited and was too weak to help himself sit upright. He was the one who took the brunt of the anger when Gerard lashed out as the withdrawls wrecked his pathetic body. Never once leaving him alone or taking anything personally. Now here Gerard was, alcohol in hand and ready to just toss all of that away.

Those brown eyes stared up into Frank's unwavering gaze. Frank's eyes held no emotion as he twisted the knife, causing the man underneath him to let out a whimper, a warm liquid staining Frank's hand.

Gerard couldn't stop himself...He didn't want to.He just threw his head back and allowed the liquid to spark a fire in the back of his throat as he consumed it.He was losing himself more than should be humanly possible. And he didn't care. That's all he knew now. Alcohol and drugs. But without his main addiction that had been taken from him,he was slowly destroying himself. He was becoming a monster. Gerard needed Frank.

~HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. CHECK OUT BORN TO LOSE 2.0---- The boy hadn't even seen Gerard coming towards him until Gerard stepped on a fallen branch, making a 'crunch' sound. Gerard screamed a silent 'fuck' in his head as the boy's tear streaked face snapped up, locking eyes with Gerard's. His intense hazel eyes held so many emotions it was hard for Gerard to distinguish whether the boy was doing this out of anger or sadness, "Go away," the words were laced with venom but they also shook with emotion so strong that Gerard wanted to cry as well.