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Bert watched with a smirk as Gerard struggled in the chair, trying to get out, but he was tied down. He laughed softly as Gerard’s face turned slightly blue, obviously not able to breathe due to the drugged cloth around his mouth. “How does it feel, Gerard? How does it feel to be unable to breathe, how does it feel to be held down?” Bert asked torturously. Gerard looked up at Bert through a cloudy vision of tears, only able to see him because of the small, dim light hanging above him.
“Aw, is poor Gee-Gee scared?” Bert chuckled evilly. He ran a finger down Gerard’s cheek. Gerard was starting to turn a deep blue from lack of oxygen. Bert rolled his eyes and untied the cloth, letting it fall to the floor. Gerard gasped for air as soon as the cloth was removed.
He looked up at Bert again, “Why… why are you doing t-this to me?” he asked. Bert smacked him across the face, “You should fucking know!” he yelled. Gerard whimpered and kept his head hanging down, too scared to look back up.
“Look at me, Gerard,” Bert ordered. Gerard didn’t move. “I fucking said look at me!” Bert jerked Gerard’s head up by his short blond locks. He glared into Gerard’s beige eyes, which were filled with tears of fear. “Are you scared, Gerard?” Bert asked, his voice a low, eerie whisper. Gerard paused, not wanting to admit his fear. Bert then boomed, “I asked you a question! Answer me right now!”
“Fine! Yes! I am scared! Okay!” Gerard snapped. Bert released him and chuckled. He stroked the back of Gerard’s neck with the tips of his fingers. “Why are you scared, Gerard?” Bert asked with that same tone. Gerard shivered, “I… I just am…” “You don’t like being tied down, do you?” Bert whispered. Gerard shook his head ‘no’.
“Do you like pain, Gerard? Do you like the feeling of someone giving you excruciating pain?” Bert asked, still stroking Gerard’s neck, but using his sharpest fingernail. Gerard shook his head again, saying ‘no’ once more.
“But I thought you loved pain? I thought you were the kinkiest guy out there… why, Gerard, you’ve disappointed me…” Bert gingerly reached into a bag and pulled out a piercing needle he “bought” from a tattoo artist in need of some ass. He stopped stroking Gerard’s skin and got in front of him, holding the needle in his left hand. “Now what am I going to do with this?” he pondered.
Gerard’s eyes got the size of golf balls when he saw the needle. He attempted to push himself back, but the chair would not budge, and he got nowhere. Bert chuckled and stepped closer to Gerard, waving the needle in his face. “B-B-Bert, p-put that away… pl-please!!” Gerard whimpered.
“Why? This is fun.” Bert set the needle’s tip on Gerard’s chest, the tip resting on the fabric of his shirt. “Bert, please!” Gerard cried out, feeling tears start to trickle down his face. Bert snickered at this and removed the needle. Gerard let out a sigh of relief, but screamed when Bert shoved the needle deep into his right arm.
Bert gazed down at Gerard’s arm. The needle was a good bit in, and blood was rolling from the wound. Gerard had his eyes shut tightly, tears bucketing out of them. He was biting his lip so hard blood was starting to run from it.
“Oh, did that hurt? My bad… let me get it out for you.” Bert smirked. “… Please… just… stop…” Gerard whimpered. Bert slowly pulled the needle from Gerard’s arm, loving the long, painful scream from Gerard. Once the needle was out, the scream ended. Blood was still coming from the wound, in fact, it was worse.
Gerard looked at Bert in real, true fear. He couldn’t believe Bert was doing this to him. “Why… why are you doing this?!” He cried. “I thought I fucking told you earlier!” Bert smacked Gerard again. “You know why the fuck this is happening! If you had never fucked your brother, this wouldn’t be happening!”
“What? You’re jealous? That’s it?” Gerard asked. Bert paused. “You’re fucking jealous? That’s the only reason you are putting me through this? Look at me Bert! You’re torturing me! Look!” he yelled. Bert bit his lip a little. “All I ever wanted was you. But you wanted Mikey. I just wanted you, Gerard. I loved you. And you fucked him.” he said.
Gerard looked back down at his arm. It wasn’t bleeding all that much anymore. It still hurt though. “So… instead of telling me… you try to kill me?” Gerard asked. Bert nodded. “You sick fuck.” Gerard said under his breath. “You were my best friend. And now, you almost just killed me. Go ahead. Finish your goddamn job. Kill me.”
Bert dropped the needle back in the bag. “What’s in the bag, Bert?” Gerard asked. The tables had turned. Now Bert was the one answering questions. “What’s in the fucking bag?” Gerard repeated. Bert dumped the bag out in front of Gerard.
There was a lot in the bag. There was a box of needles, a bottle of morphine and a bottle of cyanide, a knife, a rope, a box of matches, lighter fluid, and a handheld gun to finish it off.
“Ah so you were gonna use all that on me, huh, Bert?” Gerard asked. There was a short silence, then an eerie grin worked its way onto Bert’s face. “Gerard, you need to quit being so sure of yourself… you’re using “were” and “almost” and “was” too much, my friend. I am going to use that on you.” he said.
“W-what now?” Gerard stammered. Bert picked up the box of needles. “First for the decorations.” he said smoothly. Gerard started to shake involuntarily as Bert opened the box, but not a word came from his lips. Bert pulled out one needle from the box and inched it near Gerard’s chest. He shoved the needle deep into Gerard, and Gerard screamed loudly.
Bert smirked and got another needle out. “Time for number two…” he pushed that needle into Gerard’s stomach. Eight needles and eight screams later, Bert stood back and looked at Gerard. “Well now you’re fully “decorated”. Time for step two.”
“Bert, please…” Gerard whispered. Bert chuckled and set the needles down, now getting the knife. “Bert, what are you doing?” Gerard asked in fear. Bert cut one of Gerard’s arms free and grasped it tight. “B-Bert, what-” Gerard was interrupted by his own scream as Bert pulled the knife across Gerard’s wrist slowly, slitting it to the point that he was sure to die.
“Don’t feel too good does it?” Bert asked. Gerard glared at him, “I know how it feels. Look at my wrist before you cut it, Bert. It’s just the f-fact that you did it, and with a knife. I-it surprised me.” Gerard said. Bert looked down at Gerard’s wrist. There were cuts all up and down. “Why, exactly?” Bert asked with a hint of concern in his voice. “For you. All for you. I-I was missing you.” Gerard replied. Bert felt tears come to his eyes, but he blinked them back, “You’re stupid.” he tied Gerard’s wrist back down.
He turned with his back to Gerard and started to sob quietly, hoping Gerard couldn’t hear him. “If I am so stupid… why are you crying?” Gerard asked. ‘Damn it.’ Bert thought. He turned to face Gerard again. He raised his own sleeve and began cutting his own wrist.
“What are you doing, Bert?!” Gerard panicked. “If you’re gonna die,” Bert said, getting the gun. “I’m gonna die with you.” “Bert, you’re fucking insane.” Gerard said. Bert leaned down and kissed Gerard’s lips softly. “I know,” he said against Gerard’s lips. He put the gun to Gerard’s head, “But I’ll be damned if you suffer.”
“So this is goodbye?” Gerard asked. Bert nodded, and tears came to his eyes as he stood up. “Goodnight, my love.” he pulled the trigger. The bullet went through Gerard’s skull, killing him instantly.
Bert then put the gun to his head. ‘I’ll always love you, Gerard Arthur Way.’ he pulled the trigger, killing himself.
*~*~*
The cops found Gerard and Bert’s bodies three days after that night. They said that it was plain out murder. All of My Chemical Romance and The Used were shocked of it, but especially Mikey and Quinn. Beings that Mikey was dating Gerard, and Gerard was his older brother, and Quinn loved Bert.
They would never truly find out why or how Gerard and Bert died, they would always just go by what they heard. Suicide. Murder. Both. They’d never know the real truth.
They would never know what pain and misery they both had went through.
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