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Faded hopes and Shredded dreams	By : Mordeo Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2007 -:- 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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We made such stops every now and then, and finally we reached wherever we were headed. It must’ve been days, weeks, maybe. Our escape attempts became more and more half hearted, and finally stopped all together. I began to wonder if any of the band members would notice their bodyguards leading the same two girls away time after time, but if they did, Gee must have made excuses for us. All I knew was that after so long, we stopped. We were under the bus for a few hours; just trying to relax while our bones weren’t shaking. I honestly thought we’d soon have jelly for insides, and we were mostly bruises and blood outside. Every time the bus jolted, our heads hit the floor of the bus, or our sides banged into the poles we were tied to. Our gags had dried our mouths out so much, we could hardly speak. And even though Gerard always brought us drinks when they stopped, it didn’t do much to keep us hydrated. We were both sick from the cold of the air, which we weren’t very well protected from. Amy had started her period a few days before. We were just two small, unimportant messes in the world, but that was all we had.

I was dozing when the hatch opened up. I saw a head of crazy, teased up curls inside of our little hole. Ray was reaching for the instruments, which were packed directly in front of the hatch.
“Gees, it stinks like hell in here.” He muttered. I squirmed what little I could, trying to raise my voice, to get his attention, but then I heard another voice that stopped my attempts cold.
“Yeah, I think it’s leaking in there somewhere. Hey, you want me to get the instruments, and I’ll hand them to you?” It was Gerard. Ray jumped at the opportunity.
“Alright. Thanks, dude.” Gerard’s head popped in, and as he reached for the boxed instruments, he turned his head towards us, winked, and mouthed, ‘soon’. I shuddered. Amy let her head fall forward, her chin resting on her chest. I began studying the shadows, trying to tell when someone was walking by, and if it was Gee or not.

There was a lot of shuffling above us in the bus proper, and some muffled sounds of laughter, albeit of a tired kind. I chewed on my gag, as I did whenever I had the chance, hoping against hope that I’d be able to make it through in time to yell for help. Because we’d obviously arrived in new Jersey, and we were obviously going to Gerard’s house next. I knew that once we were inside, we may never see the out side world again. I chewed frantically at the tough fabric in my mouth. My jaw hurt, but I didn’t care. Amy kept whimpering, and all I could do was look at her and think loudly, hoping that some how she would here the words of comfort I was mentally yelling at her. Amazingly, I don’t think it worked. I figured I was maybe halfway through my gag when the door opened and Gerard himself crawled in with us. He sat down, cross-legged between us, facing towards the far wall, so he could turn to look at either of us. The hatch was closed and locked, the footsteps walked to the bus door, and climbed in, then that door closed too, and the bus lurched into motion. Gee sighed, relaxing. Then, he reached over, and lowered our gags.
“It’s safe to talk now.” He said.
I began tiredly spitting insults at him that would make any sailor blush bright red, but his eyebrows just rose, amusedly.
“Quite a mouth you have on you.” He said mildly. “But then, I already knew that.” He smirked wickedly, and I blushed, reminded of my shame.
“Why?” Amy asked, sounding so broken hearted that Gee instinctively reached out and hugged her, though I could see her body stiffen and try to shrink away from his.
“Because, I simply love my fans!” Gee said, beaming.
“And I wonder how many of your fans would love you if they knew about this.” I said.
“Oh, I dunno… I think you girls are quite fond of bad boys. Aren’t you?” he asked, looking from Amy to me and back again.
“Bad boys are guys in leather who smoke to look cool, but are really nice under the surface. This far surpasses that. This…” Amy cast about for the words.
“This is evil.” I finished for her.
Gerard’s eyes widened until he looked like a little kid.
“W-why is it so dark? Where are we? What is Gee doing to us?” He asked, wrapping his arms around himself and pulling his knees to his chest. He shivered, then stopped, shook once, and sat up straight again, eyes flashing and narrowing in the dim light.
“Fascinating. You realize, I can go for days with the band without Gerard ever manifesting, but with you girls… he seems drawn to you.”
I closed my eyes and willed his voice to stop. Amy was crying again, and he kept talking, but all I could hear was his voice in those times when he’d seemed decent. “H-he took you, didn’t he?… I didn’t! I wouldn’t! He did—Gee!… No! I’m not… Gee, no! This is wrong, this is bad—No more!… He’s hurting you, isn’t he?… What’s wrong? Wh-why are you always c-crying?… W-why is it so dark? Where are we? What is Gee doing to us?” And then when he wasn’t… and he called the lost child in his body Gerard. Almost as though he were two very different people sharing the same skeleton.
My eyes snapped open as he was prattling about Gerard’s irrational fear of thunderstorms.
“Are you bipolar, or something?” I asked sharply. He heard, because his prattling stopped, and he looked towards me. He didn’t answer though.
“Do you suffer from split personality disorder?” Amy asked, understanding.
He smirked in the darkness, and I could almost feel the chill emanating from him.
“Stupid, Stupid girls. You can’t explain me away that easily. I’m afraid the real story is much, much deeper. But we have a long drive ahead of us, so why not? This all starts when Gerard was in middle school. Sixth grade. He was eleven, and shy, and nerdy. He failed all the time. He was a nobody. He looked like a nobody, acted like a nobody, and so he became a nobody. I was just wandering, watching, floating, in that cursed cold, the edges of my sight all gray and fuzzy, when I saw him. When those airplanes crashed into those towers, amidst the sudden surge of death, and fear, and confusion, something happened. The mist I was trapped in opened up, and as the souls of the dead and dying filed in, broken sobbing, and weak, I walked through them, absorbing their strength, their hopes, their minds. And then I left through the hole they’d opened and stepped into the real world, the world that was still so full of life. I found that tortured soul I’d watched for so long, his eyes trained towards the sky. And I realized then how he’d changed. He’d grown, and with physical growth came confidence. And his talent was amazing. But we couldn’t have such confidence if he was to take the backseat, could we? So, I began seducing him. Haunting him. Making him afraid. And when he’d cry out, I’d change my tone and comfort him. I drove him over the brink and into the great chasm of insanity, and then picked up he shattered pieces of his soul and pushed them into myself, like all those others. His soul, though, was still attached to a body, so I couldn’t absorb him all. When I stepped into his body, I found that some things that evoked his emotion enough could call him forth, making him muster the energy to fight me for control. And since his soul is the one most intimately joined to the body, he can win every once in a while. Against me. Against us. For I am one, and I am many. I am all illnesses and all lost hopes. I am the one called Gee, but known as The Patient. And Gerard is my host, my tether, and my only link to the human world. Or he was, until I found you.”
Gee smiled, and it wasn’t the cute smirk that all those pictures made it seem to be. It was just another opening for the pure evil inside Gerard Way’s body to pour through.
I’d read a book on possession once. I’d laughed, thinking the “psychiatrist” who wrote it was a complete loon. Now I struggled to remember.
“But look around you, Gee! There should be a white light, and someone you know and love, someone close to you--”
He laughed then, a hollow, ironic sound like nails across a chalkboard that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
“I cannot remember my life. I cannot remember my name. All I know is here, and now. Why would I want to leave?”
“To appease your curiosity about what’s beyond the darkness of temporary death?” I asked hopefully. He chuckled again and reached for my face. I flinched as much as the bonds would let me. But no sharp pain came. I opened my eyes. He’d wound a strand of my hair, greasy now, around his finger and was admiring it as though he found it mildly amusing. Amy made a whimpering noise that brought him back to Earth.
“I don’t care if there is a beyond. I can make this body live forever. And when I get tired of it… who knows? Perhaps I’ll become your pretty friend here.” He said turning to Amy.
“Don’t you touch her! You leave her alone!” He half turned, his eyes locking with mine as he reached slowly for her face.
“Or what?” He asked, slowly stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
“I’ll… I’ll fight you with every atom in my body and every last grain of stubbornness I possess.”
“I expect you’ll do that anyway.” He said, petting Amy’s thigh as though she were some sort of domesticated cat. “In fact, I rather hope you will. It makes life so much more—interesting.”
I scowled and closed my eyes, forcing my mind to focus on something other than him.

Turn away,
‘Cause I’m awful just to see…

“I’m talking to you, Hannah.” Gee said, poking me in the shoulder. I opened my eyes.
“What?” I snapped.
“Here, now… no need to be snappish. I was just asking you what size pants you wear.”
“I don’t know. I’m sure I’ve lost a bit of weight since you threw us into this stinking hell hole.”
He made tsk-ing noises with his tongue.
“No fear, then, because you’ll be getting out of said hell hole in just a bit here.”
“Joy. Rapture. Complete bliss.” I said in a sarcastic monotone.
My mind was yelling at me angrily. ‘Are you stupid? Quit pushing the crazy man’s buttons! He’ll kill you!’
I couldn’t help it, though. This was my first real chance to lash out at him, and I was too weak and tired for the killing rage I’d felt before to come out. But my temper and sharp tongue helped relieve some of the tension I felt.
Amy sighed, and Gee started humming. I closed my eyes and listened to his rumbling, droning noises for a bit.
“What do you think,” he began, “ about a song about you two? I think it’d be fun to write, don’t you?”
“That we should be so lucky.” I replied acidly. “Why, if I were unbound, I’d be swooning romantically.”
“Really?” He asked, one eyebrow arched questioningly.
“No. That’s complete bullshit.”
Amy managed a faint chuckle.
“Hmm. I was thinking something along the lines of how you’re different from each other, like day from night, and how you stick together despite what I’ve thrown at you. It must be nice to have that kind of friendship.”
I bit my tongue. Amy smiled.
“It is a wonderful thing…” she said slowly, “not having to watch your step around each other, and knowing that you can be yourself, without worrying if it’s acceptable or not.”
“I see. And would you take a bullet for her?” Gee asked, and I opened my eyes to see him looking at Amy.
‘Don’t answer that!’ I begged her silently. Why does that never work?
“Of course I would.” She replied, though her voice raised a full octave near the end of her statement.
“And you?”
“She’s the sister of my soul. I would do most anything for her.” I answered reluctantly.
“Good to know.” He said, as the bus engine shut off. He clapped his hands together delightedly.
“We’re here!”
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