There's A Dozen Reasons In This Gun.

There's A Dozen Reasons In This Gun.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 12, 2012
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My Chemical Romance
When twenty year old Frank Iero loses his best friend and love in circumstances that were never meant to happen, he takes a downward spiral back into drink and drugs. However, one mysterious night, he makes a deal with the devil. All he has to do is bring Satan 1000 souls of men who have wronged others and he can be with Gerard again. Forever. The only rules are 1. Don't get caught. 2. Don't get killed. Seems simple right? Not when your friends insist on keeping tabs on you 24/7.
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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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