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The Chosen One	By : LadyRevenge Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1207 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-The Chosen One *oneshot*
- 1
Cassie called her best friend Myra and screamed into the phone when she answered.
“I WON THE BACKSTAGE PASSES!” Cassie immediately heard the phone drop with a thud and Myra scream in the background. It lasted for a long moment and then Myra came back to the phone.
“Oh my god Cass I can’t believe it! Who are you taking?” Myra asked hopefully. Cassie rolled her eyes at this question, knowing that Myra knew exactly who was going with her.
“Don’t be a retard Myra. You know who.” Cassie heard the phone drop to the floor again and Myra scream wildly. She started giggling and shook her head as she hung up the phone, knowing her friend would call her back later once she was calm.

The day of the concert arrived and Myra and Cassie herded into the arena with the rest of the sardine packed crowd. They saw all the other girls with band t-shirts on and big posters and stuff like that. But they weren’t into doing stuff like that at a concert. They were there to listen to the music that they related to so much. They just weren’t your typical fan girls. Yes, they both thought the guys were uber hot, but their love for the band went much deeper than that. Their music spoke to them and made them feel like the band wrote their songs by stealing the girls’ thoughts and feelings right out of their own minds. The good looks were just an added bonus.
Myra and Cassie found their seats in the sixth row in front of the stage and waited patiently for the concert to begin. The lights suddenly went down and the crowd erupted into chaotic electricity. It was pitch black in the arena, and after a moment a drum beat began. Cassie’s heartbeat raced and her breath quickened from her excitement. Suddenly, fireworks exploded on either side of the stage and a black curtain fell to the floor and there stood My Chemical Romance as they broke out into their first song of the night.
Cassie screamed and Myra whistled as they jumped up and down and threw the goat along with the other forty thousand fans that were in attendance. Crowd surfers began braving the crashing waves of human arms and heads as Gerard belted out his lyrics with a passion comparable to none. The first hour of the show was utterly amazing and the girls were having the best time of their lives. But tragedy soon struck when a flailing crowd surfer fell straight down onto Myra’s head. Cassie saw the commotion out of the corner of her eye and felt someone shove into her hard. She looked over and saw Myra buried beneath three people who were scrambling to get to their feet again. Cassie shoved them out of the way and knelt down beside her friend.
“MYRA!” She shouted as she patted Myra on the cheek. Cassie got no response and her stomach began to churn with the sickening realization that Myra had been knocked out. She didn’t know how badly she was hurt from the fall or the weight of the others that had crashed down upon her. But she couldn’t leave her lying there to get trampled upon by the wild crowd. She pulled her up to a sitting position and then some nice guy bent down to help Cassie get Myra to her feet. Cassie gave the guy a look of horror and he knew that she was scared for her friend.
“I’LL HELP YOU GET HER OUT OF HERE!” He screamed and Cassie nodded and began moving through the crowd with her unconscious friend and the nice guy. They made their way to the front of the stage where the barricades were, knowing that security would help them get Myra to a safe place. Cassie got the attention of a security guy and when he saw Myra with her head down and hanging lifelessly between Cassie and the guy, his eyes got big and he immediately rushed over and grabbed hold of Myra.
“SHE GOT HIT BY A CROWD SURFER AND SHE’S KNOCKED OUT!” Cassie screamed into the guy’s ear and he nodded and motioned to another security guy that came over and opened the barricade so the three of them could get through. The first security guy led them back behind the stage and into a hallway where the screaming of the crowd was now at a low din in Cassie’s ears.
“Bring her over here,” the security guy said as he opened a door and held it open so Cassie and the nice guy could carry Myra through. Inside the room were small cots and a couple of EMS guys who rushed over and immediately took Myra out of Cassie and the nice guy’s grip.
“What happened?” One of the guys asked.
“A crowd surfer kicked her in the head and fell down on her and then two other people fell on her when they tried to catch the guy,” Cassie explained as the other EMS guy started taking Myra’s vitals. Cassie turned to the guy who’d helped her bring Myra to safety and put her hand on his arm.
“Thank you so much for helping us,” she said and then asked the guy what his name was.
“I’m Jack,” he said and they shook hands and smiled at each other.
“Cassie. And that’s Myra,” Cassie said and pointed to her friend on a cot beside her. They snickered and Cassie tucked her hair behind her ears nervously. “You don’t have to stay back here Jack. You can go back and watch the rest of the show,” she suggested and shoved her thumb towards the door.
“Well I just wanted to make sure Myra was okay. That looked like a pretty nasty fall she had.” One of the EMS guys heard Jack and turned his head to look up at him.
“She’ll be fine guys. She may have a mild concussion but that’s it. We’ll just let her lay back here until she wakes up and I think she’ll be fine then.” Cassie breathed a sigh of relief and put her hand on her chest.
“Well can I stay back here with her? We came here together,” Cassie asked.
“Sure. And if you want to watch the rest of the concert there’s a place down the hall you can do it at so you don’t have to go back into the crowd.”
“Really? That’s great! Thank you so much,” she said to the EMS guy and he smiled and nodded.
“Well I’m gonna get back out there and brave the people again. My friends are probably wondering where I am,” Jack said and Cassie nodded and thanked him again for helping her.
“Enjoy the show,” he said as he opened the door and left. Cassie looked down at her friend and decided to leave her alone to recuperate while she went to watch the rest of the concert.
“Can you tell me where that place I can watch the concert is again?” Cassie asked the EMS guy and he took her out into the hall and showed her.
“Go down there like the way you came and go into the first door on your right.”
“Thank you,” Cassie said and left the guy’s side and headed down the hall. When she opened the door she was supposed to go through there was only a staircase in front of her. She furrowed her brows but trotted up the steps as she looked up ahead of her. Through another door at the top was a dark balcony and it was cold and breezy when she stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind her. No one was up there but her, and she looked over to her left and saw out over the massive audience and saw the lights flashing above the stage in front of her. The breeze was from the air conditioning ducts that were eye level with her at this height. She walked over to the corner and looked down. She was right over the stage and had a bird’s eye view of everything. Gerard was leaning over a monitor with his foot up on it singing “Mama” and his voice was filtering through the audience, like wind pushing the waves of a stormy sea. Cassie grinned as shivers ran up her spine. It was the most amazing feeling to hear forty thousand people singing the same song all at once. She started to understand how Gerard must feel to hear his own words sung back to him every night. It was breathtaking. She soon lost herself in the show and it was only when she heard Gerard say goodnight to the crowd that she snapped out of her trance and remembered Myra downstairs. She hurried down and out into the hall and back to the room where Myra was. But her eyes came to rest on a dark, empty room when she opened the door.
“Hello?” She said into the blackness but no response entered her ears. She backed up into the hallway and shut the door. She looked to her left and saw a few people hanging around the end of the hall opposite from the way she’d come. She started towards them and asked one of them if they knew where the people who were in the room she’d just come from were.
“I don’t know,” the guy said shaking his head and turning back to continue talking to his friend. Cassie felt shunned but brushed past the guy and continued down the hall. She thought it was odd that no one was stopping her and asking her why she was back there but they never did. The hall began to curve and when she rounded it she was totally alone. Another hall leading to the left beckoned her and she walked down it until she came to another door. She tried it but found it locked. She was getting pissed and a little scared, thinking that someone may have taken Myra or something awful like that. She took out her cell phone and tried to call Myra. Her phone was out of service and Cassie grunted and looked at the screen. She guessed the signal couldn’t reach her while she was so deep inside the arena. She put the phone away and leaned up against the wall, jamming her fists into her hoodie’s front pockets. Just then the door she had just tried banged open and out walked Gerard. He was looking down and rubbing a towel over his wet hair with his left hand. When he saw feet out of the corner of his eye he looked up and caught Cassie’s eyes. He almost paused but didn’t as he gave her what she deciphered as a “come hither” look and walked on by her. Cassie swallowed hard as she watched him continue down the hall. He looked back at her over his right shoulder once and then disappeared around the corner. She realized she’d been holding her breath then and exhaled as she closed her eyes.
“Oh my god,” she said quietly, a huge grin spreading across her face. She wanted to tell Myra what had just happened but remembered then that she didn’t know where she was and couldn’t call her. She stood up from the wall in frustration and decided to try the door Gerard just came out of one more time. When it opened she gasped, shocked to see it swing towards her. She cautiously poked her head inside and looked around. It led to another narrower hallway that was darker and creepier. Cassie looked behind her to see if anyone was watching as she slipped inside and closed the door. She walked slowly down the corridor, having trouble seeing because the lights were so dim. She heard people talking ahead of her somewhere but couldn’t tell how far away they were. She passed a darkened doorway on her left and was suddenly jerked sideways and blanketed in darkness. She screamed and felt a hand slap down around her mouth. Someone wrapped their arm around her neck from behind and held her against them tightly. She heard breathing in her ear and smelled sweat and something else she couldn’t figure out.
“If you do what I say I’ll let you go,” a raspy male voice whispered in her ear. Cassie nodded with wide eyes, her heart beating so fast she could feel it thudding against her sternum. The hand fell away from her mouth and she took a deep breath and screamed again as loud as she could, clawing at the arm that held fast around her collarbone. She felt the hand clamp down over her mouth again and then a searing pain shoot through her head as a sickening thud rang through her ears. She felt herself passing out as her body collapsed and fell to the floor.

Cassie moaned as she came to and felt her head hanging down towards her chest. She lifted it slowly and her head began throbbing wildly, causing her to close her eyes again and furrow her brows. She saw spots in front of her eyes and knew then she’d been hit in the head with something. She tried to lift her hand to her head to examine it but couldn’t move her arm. She opened her eyes and looked down and realized she was bound with duct tape. Her eyes widened when they scanned her body, seeing her legs out in front of her wrapped at the ankles with duct tape as well. Her hands were behind her and she grunted and leaned forward and tried pulling them apart. That’s when she noticed the strip of tape across her mouth. She looked around her and saw she was on the floor of some small, musty room that smelled like antifreeze. There was one bare light bulb that hung from a short wire in the ceiling. She turned to look behind her and saw that she was propped up against a large sheet metal covered A/C unit. A puddle was next to her on the floor being dripped into by an invisible source of water. She yelled against the tape over her face but it only sounded to her like a muffled echo. Then the door opened in front of her and someone stepped into the room. She sat back startled and bent her knees up in front of her. She could only make out a black silhouette looming by the door in front of her, but then they moved and their face came into the shadowy light and her eyes widened as they squatted down in front of her and she realized who it was.
“Mmmfmmmbmmm,” Cassie mumbled, wanting so badly to tell them something. The person just shook his head at her. They reached out and yanked the tape off of her mouth and she took in a fresh gulp of air and frantically spoke.
“Frank! Frank you gotta help me. Someone tied me up and put me in here. Please help me,” she pleaded and Frank just looked at her with a blank, uncaring stare. “They hit me and I blacked out. Frank please! I know you don’t know me but I’m a big fan of MCR and I came to your show because I won backstage passes. They’re here in my pocket and my friend got hurt so I went backstage with her so she could get help and then she disappeared and I went looking for her and then someone grabbed me. And I saw Gerard! I saw him and I should have asked him for help but I didn’t know what to do and I have to find my friend…” Frank suddenly pushed the duct tape back over her mouth and Cassie grunted and tried to talk through it some more. He reached down and fumbled with Cassie’s pants pocket and fished out her backstage passes and looked over them briefly. He stood up and looked down his nose at her and shook his head.
“Stupid fan girl,” he said and turned to leave the room, closing the door loudly behind him. Cassie was so stunned she dropped her head back into the A/C unit and stared at the door. Hot tears prickled at the corners of her eyes and fell over her bottom lashes, trailing down her flushed cheeks. What was going on? Why was Frank so blasé about what she told him? Why wasn’t he helping her? And why did he call her a ‘stupid fan girl?’ Cassie broke down in sobs, scared out of her mind and thinking about nothing but finding Myra and getting the hell out of that place. A few long moments later the door banged open again and two people came walking in. It was Frank again, but he had brought someone with him. As they stepped over and squatted down in front of Cassie again she saw that it was Mikey. They noticed her wet eyes and tear stained face as they perused her body with their eyes; checking her out like she was just some piece of meat.
“So what do you think? Will he like her?” Frank asked as he turned his head towards Mikey. Mikey cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips together, thinking. Then he looked back over at Frank and nodded.
“I think she’ll do just fine.” Cassie’s eyes grew large at Mikey’s statement. Was she some cow to them that they were bidding on for their farm fresh milk production or something? She couldn’t believe how cruel and uncaring they were being. It angered her so much she leaned back and kicked her bound feet at them, making Mikey stand up and step back quickly as he flinched. Frank stood up too and shook his head down at Cassie. They left again and closed the door once more. Cassie broke down in tears again, but this time so angry she could only filter it out through her sobs. Suddenly the door burst open a final time and a large man stepped over in front of her and bent down to pick her up. It was MCR’s bodyguard Worm, and he hoisted Cassie up under his arm and walked out into the hall. She felt like a UPS package being delivered as he left the maze of hallways through a door down the hall and outside into a back parking lot. He climbed aboard a tour bus and walked its length back to the living room area at the rear and plopped Cassie down on the black leather sofa. He took her bindings off and then turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him. A click sounded immediately thereafter and she knew that he’d locked the door from the other side so she couldn’t get out.
Cassie wiped her hands over her face and leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. She knew she was in MCR’s tour bus because she’d seen pictures of its interior online before. She was so confused by what had happened to her so far and she didn’t understand any of it. She’d never thought that any of the members of MCR would have been so cruel and mean. Just then he felt the bus rock a little, like someone had climbed up the steps and boarded. Then she heard voices and footsteps nearing the door. She saw shadows playing on the floor in front of the door and then it swung open and Gerard stepped inside followed by Frank and Mikey. Cassie was stunned. She almost couldn’t believe her eyes. Was Gerard going to be just as mean to her as the other two had been? He walked towards her with such fierceness in his eyes that it made Cassie back up onto the sofa until she couldn’t go any further. He loomed in front of her and was flanked by Frank and Mikey, who held dead expressions on their down turned faces. Her eyes darted from one face to the other, not knowing what to say or even if she should speak at all. She looked at Gerard again, and saw him feeling her body with his eyes. She suddenly felt naked and so she bent her knees up into her chest and hugged them tightly. Then he turned and looked to his right at Frank and then to his left at Mikey and then back down at Cassie as he nodded.
“I like her,” he finally said, and his tone made Cassie shiver. It was cold and calculating and she didn’t like it at all as it reverberated in her ears. She watched Frank and Mikey share a pleased smile with one another. “What’s your name?” Gerard asked and Cassie looked up with a frightened gaze and then softly spoke.
“Cassie.” Her chin and bottom lip began to quiver and she couldn’t hold back the tears that began to spill out of her eyes. Gerard put his hands behind his back and stood there looking down on her as she cried; his head slightly tilted to the side. After a moment he reached into his pocket and pulled out Cassie’s backstage passes and looked down at them in his hand. Cassie sniffled and breathed jaggedly but looked at her passes fanned out in front of her in Gerard’s hand. She looked up at him with a questioning in her eyes.
“So you wanted to meet My Chemical Romance,” Gerard asked and Cassie sniffed and nodded softly. “Well here we are,” he said as he smiled and held his arms out to his sides. Frank and Mikey grunted out a short giggle and then became quiet once more.
“Yeah, but this isn’t quite how I thought it was gonna go,” Cassie said and Gerard laughed darkly and sat down beside her.
“Well how did you think it was gonna go, sugar?” Cassie looked over at him and then up at Frank and Mikey who were still looming over her.
“Well I didn’t think I had to be kidnapped by you guys in order to attend a meet and greet.”
“Where are you from?” Gerard asked. Cassie furrowed her brows at him but answered him anyway.
“Here. I grew up here in Bangor.” Cassie’s own voice sounded disembodied to her as she listened to herself talk. Suddenly Gerard became very animated and looked up at Frank and Mikey and smiled big.
“Bangor! What an appropriate name!” He exclaimed, holding his hand out and tapping Mikey on the arm. Frank and Mikey snickered at Gerard’s joke as Cassie looked on, confused as ever. Gerard turned back to Cassie with a grin on his face.
“Why was I snatched and put in that awful room and then brought out here? Can you please just tell me what’s going on? I need to find my friend.” Cassie was pleading with Gerard with her eyes. He looked her face over and then stared into her eyes.
“Because we were looking for the right girl,” Gerard said in a low voice, his eyes growing dark as he lowered his head to peer at her from under his brow.
“The right girl? For what?” Cassie asked and Gerard’s answer made her blood run cold through her veins.
“To fuck.” Cassie’s eyes grew large and she started to panic inside. She couldn’t believe she’d just heard what she did come out of Gerard’s mouth. And she knew by the look in his eyes that he was more serious than a heart attack. Suddenly she darted up from the sofa and ran past Frank and over to the door. Frank turned and tried to grab her arm but she jerked it from his grasp and pushed her way through the door. She turned over her shoulder to see if they were behind her when she ran head first into something solid and hard. She grunted from the impact and turned to see what she’d hit. She looked up to lock eyes with Worm, who’d been standing guard outside the door the whole time.
“Going somewhere?” He asked gruffly and then grabbed her shoulders, turned her around and shoved her back through the door she’d just come out of. She fell to her knees and hands in the middle of the floor as she heard the door slam. She started sobbing, knowing she’d never be able to escape now. Gerard leaned down and took her arm and she looked up at him and saw that his face had softened just a bit.
“Get up,” he said and he pulled as she pushed off the floor and turned to sit back down on the sofa. Gerard sat down next to her but Cassie refused to look at him, afraid of what she’d already seen in his eyes. She kept her eyes on the floor as she sniffled and wiped at her face. She felt Gerard’s hand on her thigh and she cut her eyes over to his and glared.
“Don’t touch me,” she commanded, pushing his hand away and moving down a bit on the sofa. “I want to leave and go home,” Cassie said sternly. Gerard narrowed his eyes on her and suddenly moved to grab her face hard in his hands. She gasped in shock and grabbed his forearms and held on, at first thinking he was trying to squeeze her head off with the way he was holding it.
“Don’t tell me what to do Cassie. It won’t be very pleasant for you if you keep it up.” Cassie felt horrified tears leap from her eyes and fall down her face. “Now I think it’s time we got busy. Take off your clothes and don’t give me any more problems.” Gerard spoke through gritted teeth, his jaw muscle rippling beneath the skin in front of his ear. He let go of her head and she shook it violently, protesting yet again and telling him without words that she was not going to strip. Gerard looked up at Frank and shook his head and sighed.
“I think we might need the machine for this one,” Gerard said and Frank nodded and opened the door. He stuck his head out for just a brief moment and said something to someone and then came back inside and closed the door. Cassie was starting to hyperventilate a little, not quite able to catch her breath as she sat there crying. A few moments later the door swung open and Worm walked in carrying something bulky and big. He put it down in the middle of the floor and walked out again. Cassie looked at the contraption and pondered its use. It looked to her like a weight bench, but as she took in the sight of manacles welded to the upper bar and lower front legs and a thick leather strap laying open across the bench her eyes widened in terror and she sucked in a strangled breath. Gerard was watching her face and seeing her expression change as she realized what she was looking at. A wicked grin spread over his lips and he barely nodded as he began to speak.
“That’s right. You know what that is don’t you?” Cassie nodded and cringed as Gerard touched her upper thigh. He let his finger meander up her torso and over her right breast until it came to her chin. He turned her face towards his and leaned in very close; so close Cassie could feel his breath on her mouth. “Do we have to restrain you Cassie?”
“No Gerard,” Cassie mumbled, choosing to look at him instead of the torture device in the middle of the floor. His eyes were so intense and beautiful. Cassie found it hard to believe they hid such evil behind them. Gerard smiled when she told him she didn’t want to be restrained because he knew then that she’d do what they said without a fight. He looked down at her mouth; her lips pink and swollen from crying and he had to lean forward and press his lips to them. Cassie was taken aback but didn’t pull away. Something in the back of her mind was screaming at her that Gerard from MCR was kissing her and she should love every second of it. But she knew better than to believe that it was a fairy tale come true kiss because she’d seen how much wickedness lived inside of this man. And she would soon see that its infectious addiction had spread through the others like a flesh eating disease. Cassie barely moved her mouth against Gerard’s and he pulled away suddenly, angered that she didn’t kiss him back like he expected her to. He pushed her head back and let go of it and stood up.
“You think you’re too good for this, don’t you Cassie?” He said with despicable hate oozing from his tongue. Cassie looked up, horrified at the look in Gerard’s eyes. She shook her head and moved back some on the sofa; her arms bracing on the seat expecting something bad to happen. Gerard’s nostrils flared as he sneered down at her. He looked over at Frank and then back down at her. “I think Frank can teach you a lesson about being too good for something.” Gerard stepped back and Frank took his cue and slipped his t-shirt off over his head. Cassie only had time to glance down at his tattooed torso before he lunged at her and knocked her down on the sofa. She screamed and pushed at Frank’s chest, trying to get him off of her but he was way too strong for her to overpower.
“Be still,” he grunted through his teeth as he grabbed her wrists and forced them down over her head. Cassie was breathing hard and squirming beneath Frank’s weight as he leaned down and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Cassie squeezed her eyes shut and protested the kiss by turning her head to the side. Frank didn’t care though, he just moved down to her neck and bit tiny bruises into her pale skin. He let go of her arms and reached down to unzip her hoodie and open it to reveal her shirt. He yanked it up and groped her breasts and then pulled her bra down roughly and watched her breasts bounce out over the black material. “Yum,” Frank said as he dipped his head down to take a fleshy nipple into her mouth. Cassie gasped and shoved Frank’s shoulders and he bit down accidentally on her nipple. She screamed from the pain and looked down to see deep teeth marks over the top of her right nipple. Frank furrowed his brows at her and decided she’d be way too much trouble with her arms free. “I need some duct tape again,” Frank said and Mikey nodded and disappeared. Cassie realized that when Frank said ‘again’ that he must have been the one who grabbed her and knocked her out earlier.
“YOU!” She screamed and flailed her right hand out in front of her, slamming into Frank’s cheek and sending his head to the side. He squeezed his eyes shut and his mouth fell open at the sudden pain that shot through his jaw. He turned his head and looked down at Cassie and he suddenly bared his teeth and tightened his hands around her throat in anger. Gerard saw Frank’s rage and rushed over to pull him off of Cassie.
“Frank stop! We can’t leave any marks on her man! What’s the matter with you?” Frank’s heavy breathing subsided some once Gerard got him away from Cassie and she sat up and coughed as she held the front of her throat. She looked up at Frank and narrowed her eyes at him.
“You motherfucker! You’re the reason I’m here. You’re the one that grabbed me in the hallway! I oughta kill you, you bastard!” Cassie screamed, standing up and walking towards Frank, pure rage fueling her body forward. Frank looked at her from under his brow and when she got close enough to him he backhanded her and made her fall back into the floor.
“Shut the fuck up bitch! I thought Gerard told you to do what we say! I can’t do this Gee. I swear to God I’m gonna put her on the machine,” Frank huffed as he turned and started arguing with Gerard. Cassie scrambled up onto the sofa again and fumed silently at Frank from across the small room.
“Don’t let me see you hit her again Frank, or you’ll have me to deal with, you got it? If she leaves and people see that shit on her, it’ll draw attention to her!”
“IF I leave?” Cassie suddenly said, wondering just what Gerard meant by that.
“Shut…up!” Frank screamed at her and cut his eyes away and back to Gerard’s. Cassie gawked with her mouth open dumbly at Frank’s little outburst and then sat back and pouted to herself, thinking of a way she could get the hell out of there and away from them. Mikey returned with duct tape then and Frank snatched it from his hands and went back over to Cassie. “Lay down,” Frank demanded and Cassie spit in his face.
“Go to hell,” she said and cut her eyes to the window. Frank wiped at his cheek and felt himself losing it. He looked over his right shoulder at Gerard and gritted his teeth.
“Just tie her up Frankie. Jesus,” Gerard said, giving up on trying to calm Frank down. He knew it was starting to no longer be a good idea to choose a girl in every city and rape her with Frank and Mikey. Frank had become so addicted to doing it that it seemed to have taken over his psyche. It was all he talked about when the guys were alone together and his behaviour began to worry Gerard. He shared a grim look with Mikey and Mikey shook his head and watched Frank as he bound Cassie’s arms up over her head and then slapped a piece of tape over her mouth so she couldn’t spit on him anymore.
“Try to talk now, bitch,” Frank sneered and Cassie tried to kick him but he sidestepped her foot too quickly. He started unbuckling his belt and Cassie watched as his tongue ran across his top lip and then licked his bottom lip into his mouth. As much as she hated Frank in that moment, something about watching him undress and knowing that he was about to fuck her made her traitorous body react in the complete opposite way that her mind was thinking. She felt herself grow wet between her legs and she closed her eyes and tried to will the feelings away. Frank dropped his pants to the floor and kicked his feet out of them. Gerard and Mikey sat on the opposite side of the room and observed. It was their tradition to watch so they could discuss who was better later on.
“Now you’re gonna get what you deserve,” Frank growled as he pulled Cassie’s jeans down her legs and dropped them on the floor. She yelled against the tape over her mouth, cursing at him and calling him every name she could think of. But Frank had no idea what she was saying as he ripped her panties from her body and scooped her legs up over his shoulders. He pushed himself into her violently and Cassie sucked in air through her nose and squeezed her eyes shut. It hurt like a bitch and she felt the sting as he tore her tender flesh with his angry thrusting. “Holy shit you’re tight,” he said gruffly as he felt her pussy squeezing around his cock. She tried to move her legs but Frank crushed them to his body with his arms as he used them for leverage while he banged into her as hard as he could. Angry tears flooded Cassie’s eyes and the image of Frank above her blurred into a moving splatter of dull color. She cried the whole time he raped her, nearly gagging a couple of times from the lack of oxygen access with the tape tightly over her mouth. Her muffled cries echoed through the small room, and Mikey fidgeted his hands in his lap as he nervously tapped his foot. Gerard glanced over and saw the look on his face and nudged him in the arm.
“You okay?” He asked and Mikey shot him a look out of the corner of his eye and cocked his brow at him. He shook his head and then looked back over at Frank as his naked ass rammed into Cassie in the opposite corner of the room.
“I don’t think I can do this tonight,” Mikey suddenly said and he stood up and went to the door. He hesitated for a second before turning the handle and walking out. Gerard followed his brother to the door and watched him disappear through it; his lips pressed together and a look of disappointment on his face. He decided then that this night would be the final time that he would allow the dignity to be taken from another innocent girl. He knew that Mikey had grown tired of doing it and he too was feeling the same way. But the way Cassie had fought, and the way she’d looked at him with hatred in her eyes, made Gerard’s loins stiffen. It was that outpouring of anger in the girls he raped that made him keep wanting more. It was sexy to see a girl in that state of mind.
Frank’s breathing became ragged and gruff as he looked down on Cassie’s flushed face. Her breasts were moving with every thrust he made and he loved to watch them as they jiggled there under her neck. The way her arms were bound up over her head and the tears that fell silently down her cheeks drove Frank crazy with lust. He loved to see a girl tied up and gagged. It made the experience of raping them all the more pleasurable for him. And to know that he did it to them was even more of a turn on. After a few minutes, he felt how much easier his cock was sliding inside of Cassie and he realized she must have gotten into it some.
“You must like this Cassie. You’re really getting wet for me. Do I feel good inside of you?” He huffed as he breathed through his open mouth and looked down at her. Cassie moved her eyes off Frank’s face, afraid that they would tell him what she was really feeling and that he already seemed to know. Frank let go of her legs so he could fondle her breasts. Cassie just closed her eyes and tried to think of something else. Frank was making her body betray her in so many ways and she wished her soul could just escape until he was finished and then return because it was only bittersweet torture to be thinking one way but feeling another. Cassie heard Frank’s moans increase in volume and his thrusts begin to get harder and more intense. She knew he was about to explode. And it was all she could do to keep herself from exploding as well and she hated herself for that. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Frank close his eyes, tilt his head back and groan through his open mouth as he pulled out and shot his load all over her belly and breasts. “Goddamn,” he breathed loudly, watching his cream splatter over her porcelain skin. He closed his eyes and sucked air into his mouth as he milked his cock until there was nothing left. “Mmmm,” he growled and then he moved away from Cassie and sat down on his knees on the floor to recuperate. Cassie just lay there, not knowing what to do and not being able to move much with her arms still bound above her head.
“Clean her up Frank,” Cassie heard Gerard say quietly and Frank turned his head and looked over at his friend.
“I will man. Damn, give a man a break. I just came. Can I at least catch my fucking breath?” Cassie felt new tears well up in her eyes at how cold Frank’s tone was. He talked as if he’d just run a marathon or something, not raped an innocent fan. Cassie hated them; hated them all. She never wanted to hear the words ‘My Chemical Romance’ ever again in her life. She felt so deeply violated. Not only physically, but emotionally as well; the emotions she felt for the band before this night ever happened. Those feelings of admiration, excitement, honor, respect…those were all violated now and she could no longer imagine herself as the same bubbly fan of MCR she was when she first arrived at their concert that night.
Cassie struggled against her restraints, wondering what the hell Frank had attached the duct tape to that held her arms so firmly. She tried to tilt her head up to see but couldn’t tell. She looked back down and saw Frank stand up and look down on her one last time before turning and leaving the room. She felt like a dead woman who’d been brutally raped and dumped on a hillside to be found; posed like she was having sex. Everything god gave her was exposed for the world to see she felt like, even though it had really only been Gerard and Frank. Cassie lifted up her head and looked over at Gerard, who was still sitting across the room; his legs crossed and his hands on his knee. He was gazing at her; not so much like when your eyes go into a trance and you can’t stop staring wide eyed at whatever you’re looking at, but more like he was admiring her, or thinking deeply about her or something along those lines. She mumbled at him through the duct tape still slashed across her mouth and he uncrossed his legs and moved over to sit next to her still outstretched legs.
He looked down at the spunk Frank expelled as it glistened in the dim light when Cassie’s stomach would rise and fall with each of her ragged breaths. Gerard looked away though when the door opened and Frank came back in with a towel. Gerard’s eyes followed him across the room and watched as he wiped Cassie’s stomach and chest off and then threw the towel on the sofa next to her head. He sat down in the spot Gerard had just moved from and lit a cigarette.
“Can you leave now please?” Gerard asked, raising his brows at Frank. Frank exhaled a puff of smoke and stared dumbly at his friend.
“Why do you get to watch me but I can’t watch you?” Frank quipped, taking another long drag and blowing the smoke upwards into the air.
“Because you’ve had your fun with her and you better have enjoyed it because we’re not doing this shit anymore after tonight. This is it,” Gerard replied. Frank’s expression grew livid and he pressed his lips together as his nostrils flared.
“What? You can’t be serious!” Frank exclaimed but Gerard just nodded slowly in Frank’s direction. Frank suddenly stood up and huffed. He started to say something three times but found himself at a loss for words every time. Finally he pointed his cigarette adorned hand at Gerard and spoke.
“This was all your idea to begin with Gerard. We all just played along to please you! And now you’re saying you don’t want it anymore.”
“And you’re saying you don’t want to give it up. What does that say about you?” Gerard countered and Frank cut his eyes away from Gerard and stormed out of the room shaking his head.
“Fuck this shit,” Frank said angrily from the living room. Gerard closed his eyes and sighed loudly as he lowered his head and shook it from side to side. Cassie was watching this tiff intently, not really understanding it at first but realizing just what Gerard was saying after Frank walked out. He was having a change of heart. He apparently felt bad for raping innocent girls who only wanted to meet their favorite band. She watched his eyes open slowly and his gaze fall on her naked thigh. Like he was reaching over to pet a dog, he moved his hand to caress her milky skin. Cassie’s breath momentarily caught in her throat and her body jerked from his touch. Gerard flicked his eyes up to meet hers and she could see them turn dark again like they had when he kissed her earlier.
“You want me to let you go don’t you?” He asked. Cassie nodded as tears leaked out of her bloodshot eyes. He reached over and pulled the tape from her mouth in an agonizingly slow manner with his jaw cocked to the side. Cassie sucked in cool deep breaths and sighed a ‘thank you’ to Gerard as she felt the burning in her lungs subside. He moved a little closer and Cassie thought he was going to reach up and free her arms from their painful position. But he didn’t. Instead he grabbed her hair violently and yanked her head up to meet his face in mid air. Cassie’s eyes flew open and a small yelp escaped her lips.
“Did you like what Frank did to you?” He growled through gritted teeth. Cassie stammered around as she searched his face for the meaning behind the sudden reawakening of the evil he held inside. “Answer me!” He screamed, and Cassie could say nothing as she broke down into waves of sobs. Gerard huffed and shoved her head back down onto the sofa. Cassie let out a squeak at the sudden impact but continued to cry with fear. Gerard rose from his seat and stripped off his shirt. Cassie saw him from the side and watched with horror as he looked down to unbutton his black jeans. He turned his face towards her and shot her a look so filled with evil that Cassie nearly lost control of her bladder. He shoved his pants roughly down his legs and kicked them away and stood naked in front of her, his clenched jaw muscle working overtime beneath his stubbly skin. He leaned forward and grabbed Cassie’s legs and hoisted them high in the air and took a step forward. Cassie saw his raging hard on sticking out between her knees and she tugged as hard as she could on her arm restraints, pleading with her body to break herself free.
“Don’t do this. Please. I know you really don’t want to,” Cassie cried, trying to talk Gerard out of his rage and back to the place he was when his eyes were hazel green still and he was feeling guilty for what he had done in the past.
“You don’t know me at all,” Gerard snarled, pulling her legs wide and stooping down to graze the tip of his cock down Cassie’s spread open pussy. Cassie squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for more pain. “You have no fucking idea what it’s like to be me. No fucking body does! And I’m sick and fucking tired of people THINKING they know what I go through!” Spit flew out of his mouth as he screamed down at Cassie’s quaking form below him. He gripped Cassie’s ankles so hard it bruised her skin and shoved his throbbing with rage cock deep inside of her. Cassie cried out until the only sound was the clicking of her saliva soaked tonsils as she silently sobbed from the piercing pain. “You go ahead and fucking cry. Maybe you’ll feel a little like I do after this is all over. Maybe you’ll understand what drove me to start doing this after I’m finished with you. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME CASSIE!!!” He roared, causing Cassie to flinch and open her eyes and take a gritty breath of air. Gerard grew livid when she didn’t answer and he shoved himself into her harder and harder each time, slapping wildly into her ass with his balls. He grunted as he turned down the corners of his mouth some and grinded his back teeth together. Cassie bent her knees into her chest and tried to shove Gerard back and throw him off balance. But he only gripped her ankles harder and pushed back, making her ass rise up in the air and his cock go even deeper into her hole. Gerard moaned and sighed at the difference in feeling and Cassie struggled to breathe now that her knees were pressed down into her chest.
“NO!” She screamed and jerked harder on her arm restraints as she squeezed her eyes shut again. She bared her teeth in an effort to pull harder and she felt her skin peel off around her wrists as the sticky duct tape tightened below her palms against the force of her strength. The passion and fright in Cassie’s voice, face and actions drove Gerard over the edge. He closed his eyes and tilted back his head as he felt himself start to come. He slammed into her a couple more times and then grabbed his thick girth and pulled it out of her. He climbed up over her and pumped his cock in front of Cassie’s face as his molten liquid evil shot forth and splattered her flushed cheek and dripped into her mouth and down her chin. Gerard was fascinated at the stark contrast between his white jizz and her blushed red cheek. He folded his bottom lip into his mouth under his top teeth and grunted as the last drops of his wickedness dribbled out of his throbbing cock. Cassie spit and tossed her head about but wasn’t able to dodge his perfect aim. She kicked her legs and made contact with his tail bone, throwing him off balance and causing him to fall forward and knock his head into the back wall of the bus. He cursed and pushed back away from the wall and looked down at Cassie’s face.
“Fucking bitch!” He spat as he climbed off the sofa and stood in front of her watching her squirm against her restraints.
“Untie me you fuckbag!” Cassie screamed, so angry at what he’d just done to her that all she wanted to do was have one good chance to punch the shit out of his once gorgeous to her face. She raised her leg then and tried to use it as leverage against the back of the sofa to pull herself free. She didn’t care about the pain in her wrists from the skin being stripped away; she was too livid to even feel it. She just wanted free so she could exact her revenge.
“You’re the feistiest one we’ve ever had I do believe,” Gerard chucked as he snatched the towel up she’d knocked on the floor and wiped his dick off with it.
“Why did you do this Gerard? WHY?!” Cassie cried out as she continued to pull, wanting so bad to understand how someone she thought was so sweet could really be so brutal and wicked. Gerard grabbed at her flailing legs and held them down so she couldn’t kick or push anymore.
“Hey…HEY! Stop! Stop! Listen to me. Stop!” Gerard exclaimed, trying to calm her down a bit. Cassie was so exhausted that when she felt Gerard fighting against her strength once more, her legs just collapsed and fell to the floor like jelly. She fought to take air into her lungs and she looked over at him from under her upper arm which was draped across her face as she was tugging on her restraints. She saw him lift the towel and move it towards her sticky face. He wiped and dabbed his spunk from her skin and then leaned into the back of the sofa with his left shoulder. “There,” he said, “All clean.”
“I’ll never feel clean again after this. It’s all your goddamn fault.” She whimpered, feeling hot tears well up in her eyes yet again. Gerard looked down at her and bit the inside of his cheek.
“Do you want to go now?” He asked and Cassie just looked at him with her brows furrowed deep over her eyes.
“What the fuck do you think asshole?” She snapped as she tried to cover her nakedness with her legs bent into her chest. Gerard sighed and stood up, walking over and reaching above her head to undo the duct tape restraints around her wrists. She gasped from the screaming pain that shot through her shoulders as Gerard folded her arms back down in front of her knees. He helped her sit up and then got her clothes up off the floor and threw them in her lap.
“Get dressed.” Cassie glared at him from under her brow as she tried to peel the sticky tape from around her wrists. She sucked in a hissing breath and whined as she watched a piece of skin peel back the width of the duct tape. Clear pink fluid oozed out of the wound and she started crying as she saw the letters “MCR” that were tattooed around her wrist pull away with her tattered epidermis. She thought to herself just how ironic that was as she cut her eyes to Gerard's face and glared. Gerard put on his clothes and stepped over to the door, running a hand through his damp hair. He turned and looked back over his shoulder at Cassie who was carefully slipping her legs into her jeans.
“I hope you enjoyed the show,” he said coldly and he curled up the left side of his lips into a wicked half smile and turned and left the room.
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