Methane Skies |  Frerard

Methane Skies | Frerard

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*Based along the line of my Joshler fanfiction, Hometown* Gerard Way is.... eh.... not your average teenager. He lives with about six other people, all of which around his age, each like him, with odd powers. Gerard? He had the worst, and most destructive power of them all: Unrestricted Murdering. He could basically kill anything that he desired to. Literally, anything. You name it. Boundaries between dimensions? Done. All futures besides the one he desired? Done. Sure, he has his flaws. Just another messed up kid in this messed up world. But, when he meets Frank Iero, his whole life changes. (Ha ha such a cheesy last sentence and sorry for the terrible description.)
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Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

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