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Conspiracy [standalone]	By : KateFilth Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- Title – Conspiracy…
- Pairing/Band – Brerard
- Rating – R
- Summary – Did you ever wanted anything so bad, that you were willing to give up anything for it? Well, I did. And it almost killed me.
- Disclaimer – Don’t Own, Don’t Sue.
- A/N – Unbetaed! Sorry for any mistakes… Comments are the sex, so give me an orgasm. xD

Did you ever wanted anything so bad, that you were willing to give anything up for it? Well, I did. And it almost killed me. I bet I sound confusing, right?! Well, might as well start from the beginning, don’t you think?

My name is Gerard Arthur Way, and what I am about to tell is important, so I suggest you listen carefully. I was born in New Jersey and lived there most of my life. My childhood was peaceful. I had a brother, Mikey. God, how I loved that kid. He was the most amazing person you could ever meet. Together, we faced the “though times” in life.

We did everything together. We hardly ever fought, unlike other brothers. As we grew up, we had this dream of forming a band. We fought for many years, until that dream became a reality. At first, it was amazing. It was a whole new world to live, filled with new experiences. Not all were good, to tell you the truth, but we were so infatuated with it, that we didn’t care. We “sold” ourselves; we sacrificed everything for that dream.

It was around that time, I met Bert. He was an amazing guy really, new to this kind of world, as we were. Lately, I figured out it was a set up, either from the destiny or from them. I don’t regret it though. Of meeting him, that is.

After a while of being in a band, you start to realise how everything is always the same, routine. I mean, as much as you love something, soon or later, you will get tired of it. Trust me. I know it from experience. Now that we had fame, all I wanted was to be a “normal” person, to have a common life. Depression stroked me… when I understood I could never have that type of life again. I became involved with drugs and alcohol. Yet another set up I had fallen into.

But it all happened when I was walking in the corridor of the record label. That was the day I knew I was in “trouble”.

“No, I won’t do it. Not to him. He’s far too young.”

“The band success depends on it.”

“I don’t care. We’re talking about a person’s life here.”

“Think about it. Now millions of people worship them. In some time, they will fall. But if we kill him, then the band will always be remembered. Don’t you see, suicide, death. Tragedy is what they want to see.”

“But-”

“We won’t be caught. I mean, he already has a depression. And besides, with the drugs and all… It will be perfect.”

“Not Gerard, please.”

“If you won’t do it, then someone else will. And we still have to take care of Bert, too.”

I froze. Were they planning on killing me? And Bert? I ran out of there, I was shaking all over. I was caught in this game, their game. Like a fly caught in a spider web.

I had brought myself here. I know that. I had brought it on me. I found myself in front of The Used bus. I knocked frantically. Bert opened the door, smiling at me, his smile fading when he saw the state I was in. “Gerard, are you ok? What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk…” I said, and he stepped aside, letting me in.

“The guys?”

“Don’t worry. They’re out and won’t be back until tomorrow. Now, c’mon, tell me what’s wrong. You’re worrying me.”

“We’re caught Bert. We… have to get away… and-”

“Gerard, have you been drinking? You’re not making any sense.”

“No. Bert, listen to me. We have to go. They want us dead…”

He frowned at me. “What? They? Who?”

“The record label and…”

“Why would they want us dead? And what makes you think that-”

The bus light broke. Oh shit. All I remember of was of feeling something hitting my head and next thing I knew I woke up in a room, Bert next to me, fainted, the blood of his head wound still fresh. I shook him. “Bert. Bert.”

He opened his eyes. “Gerard… what the fuck? What?” The door opened. Brian came in. “Brian. What the fuck is going on?”

“I’m sorry, Bert, but-”

“Don’t do this, please…” I pleaded.

He shook his head. Tears in his eyes. The door opened and other man came in. “Do you need help with those two?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Why? Because it’s only rational to do it. Because it’s the only thing left. I mean, if Kurt Cobain wasn’t dead by now, Nirvana wouldn’t be huge. They wouldn’t be legends… You’re surprised, huh. Well, I guess, since you’re going to die anyway, I can tell you a secret. It wasn’t suicide… But you can thank me for this… Now, you will have all the things you ever dreamt of. My Chemical Romance will be legends too.”

I don’t remember much of what happened next, but we fought and me and Bert were able to get out of that place. We ran, together, only the two of us. Of course, I wanted to come back for Mikey, and the rest of the guys, but I knew I couldn’t. It was too risky.

Me and Bert found a place safe enough to hide in. They’ll never find us. It’s in a forest. I know, cliché right?! A little wooden house in the woods, me writing children’s books and Bert reading them. Ring a bell, right?! Bert is all I have now, and I love him with all my heart. I know he loves me back. He says so to me every night and day. When were walking through the woods and he holds my hand in his, when we make love. His kisses are the best. He’s the best of me, even though they used him to get me drunk and high and weak.

He’s an amazing guy, just like Mikey. Innocent, playful… I am happy. It seems I got my wish of a “common life” again, well, almost. It sure has its advantages, living in a place like this. Not being disturbed, not being able to drink or get drugs.

I think of all those rock stars that got a tragic ending, and I wonder how many of them were caught up in the web, in the scheme, like I was. And I think of how many to come will be. All those kids, now, are lying in their beds, wanting to do something out of their lives, wanting to use music as a way to express themselves, to help others.

Well, not everything is as it seems. This world won’t let it. And indeed, people are selfish and weak… They say they are tired of what this world has become, but they do nothing to change it. Instead, they sit back and relax, watching it all happen, right in front of them and so they miss the opportunities to do the right thing, to make the right move. And why? Because it’s not their business. They want to have nothing to do with it. I’m no better myself, but at least I tried, I still try.

“What are you doing baby?” Bert’s arms wrap around me and I smile.

“Just writing, I guess.”

“Another story?”

“I guess you can say that.” I turn in his embrace and softly kiss his lips. And that one kiss alone is enough to make forget how wrong this world is.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” I whisper back.

And for once, I guess I can truly say something good sometimes comes, when we’re willing to give anything up for it. Because I wouldn’t change anything right now, and I know things will be just fine this way.
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