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A Child's Mind Is A Fasinating Thing	By : slayya Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2074 -:- 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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This is it guys,
finally the chapter where everything will be explained. Why Gerard is where he is and the way he is. I hope you guys like it. Thanks for reading. Slayya
*5 weeks earlier*
Gerard walked the streets of Belleville, head hung, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. The dark clouds that hung ominously overhead were a good sign of a storm brewing but Gerard didn’t usually mind. He liked storms. They were harsh for a couple of hours but afterwards everything felt fresh and clean like everything bad had been washed away.
He heard footsteps behind him; they were faster than his for a moment before they fell in time with his own. Gerard frowned, and walked towards the road, looking either way, catching a small peripheral glance of the man behind him. He was wearing a black hoodie which obscured his face from view but he didn’t look particularly friendly. He crossed the road, for a moment he thought the man would continue on the opposite side therefore dispelling his fears, before he crossed and continued to follow.
He sped up, trying to get away from this wannabe stalker. Part of him hoped it was a fan, but a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach told him he was wrong. The guy’s footsteps then sped up to faster than Gerard’s and Gerard knew he was trying to catch up. He glanced wearily back as he picked up even more speed, but during that one backwards glance he felt hands grabbing at him from the front, pulling him down a dark alley. He tried to yell but a hand covering his mouth stopped him from doing so. There were now 4 guys all in all. There seemed to be one leader who grinned at him menacingly. “Gerard Way...now isn’t this a surprise?”
*Flashback*
Gerard sat on the sofa as his parents came in, all dressed up for a night out. “Now Gerard.” His mum said, coming forward to give him a kiss. “Steven should be here at any moment to look after you boys. Do as he says. Your brother is upstairs, asleep and I’ve given him some medicine because of this tummy bug so he shouldn’t wake up but if he does tell Steven there’s more in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.”
Gerard nodded. “Yes mum.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too.” Gerard replied, kissing his mother’s cheek.
Steven was at the door just as his parents were leaving and Gerard could hear them repeating everything he’d just been told and then the door slamming behind them. Steven came into the front room and smiled at Gerard, who smiled back. Steven sat down on the sofa. “Alright mate, what do you want to do?”
“Play with my planes!” Steven nodded and grinned. “Alright then, let’s do it.”
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It was almost 9 o’clock. Gerard had been playing with Steven for over an hour now. He had been expecting to be sent to bed but nothing so far. Steven was staring at him and he found it slightly unnerving. “How old are you now Gerard?”
“8.”
“Oh really? Wow. Hey Gerard? Wanna play a new game?”
Gerard cocked his head to the side slightly. “Sure. What is it?”
“Come here.” Steven said, pulling him towards him, his voice was deeper now and Gerard frowned slightly as Steven took his hand and placed it over his crotch. Gerard gave him an odd look. “What are you doing?”
“This is the game Gerard, its like Simon says but this is Steven says. Do you know Simon says?” Gerard nodded. “Right and if you do everything I tell you there’s a prize. Wanna try?” Gerard looked a little unsure but nodded all the same. Steven took his own hand to his fly and slowly unzipped it. Then he took Gerard’s hand and helped him to guide himself out of the fly. “Okay, good boy Gerard. Now, the game. Steven says, run your hand up and down it.”
Gerard frowned but did so. He didn’t want to get in trouble after all. “It feels weird.”
“It will do. Just keep doing that.”
This had continued for many months, years even, everytime Steven came round, they would play Steven says. Each time going a bit further. Gerard never truly understood it until he was a little older. Then he realised how wrong it was. Steven moved away to college when Gerard was 11. Before he went he had forced Gerard into letting him rape him. From that moment on all memories had been a haze and as he got older the memories just became weaker and weaker till he didn’t remember his times with Steven at all.
*End Flashback*
“Don’t suppose you remember me anymore do you?” Steven said, looking down at Gerard, who had been forced to his knees. “Such luck, when I found out you were back in town at the same time as me. I couldn’t bear to miss out on an opportunity of a reunion.” Gerard shook his head manically against the guy covering his mouth and holding him. “Sorry, but how many chances do you really get to say you’ve banged a rock star?”
Gerard felt the grip loosen on him slightly and saw his chance. Leaping back to his feet, flipping the guy behind him, over him, hearing a sickening thud as he hit the floor and made a break for it. Running so fast, he was sure his legs would give out but his adrenaline kept him going. Kept him going until he got away from those creeps. He ran all the way home, fumbling with his keys at the door, frantically looking around him for Steven but finally got inside and leant against the door as he slammed it, trying to regain his breath. As he started to slowly calm down, Mikey entered the room.
“Hey Gee.” Gerard nodded slightly and went to go down to his basement room. Mikey stopped him though. “Hey Gee, Mum wants us to clean out the attic. Can you help me?”
Gerard put on his best fake smile and turned to Mikey. “Sure Mikers, lead the way.”
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Gerard sat opening boxes with Mikey, finding out what was in them and then pushing them into different piles, “Chuck” and “Keep”. It was then that he spotted one of the boxes near the back, black marker scrawled across it read “Gerard’s. Keep out.”
He slowly sliced open the tape with his pen knife and opened the box, inside were his toys from when he was a kid. Most importantly his planes, he took one out and pretended, as he did when he was younger, that it was flying through the air, evading enemy fire and going in to bomb enemy targets. He felt himself almost spiralling back into the world of his childhood. A world which he didn’t know he wouldn’t come out of for a very long time.
Okay I hope you guys liked it and I hope it made sense to everyone. Thanks again to everyone especially VindictiveDiva who has been a huge help with all of this. And please review because your reviews make me so happy :D.. Slayya.
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