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Start The Killing	By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1360 -:- 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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I have always admired him.
I have always watched him with a distance.
Always, is he on my mind, always.
There’s not a day where he doesn’t sneak into my mind. Forcing me to think about him, his eyes, his nose, his hair, his lips, his body… Everything about him was beautiful. Every feature, every smile, every word spoken with those lips were perfect. It was impossible to not listen when he spoke. The most beautiful man in the world, Gerard Arthur Way.

He’s in my school, and since I first saw him have I watched him. First from the other end of the cafeteria, then I found out that his brother was in my class. Naturally I had to befriend him, I needed to get closer to Gerard. Mikey wasn’t hard to hang out with, he was alright, but his brother, was perfection.

The way he scrunched his nose up after taking a bite from the school lunch. The way his raven hair danced around his shoulders as he walked. The way his nose wings flared as he laughed at something his friends said. The way he bit his lip while thinking, the way he stared into the distance, the way he…

Everything about him was perfect.

The first time I went to their house, he was perfect. I got to sit across from him at the dinner table, and I couldn’t stop staring. His beautiful lips that devoured the food he had pierced with his fork. His frown when his mother told him to slow down. His beautiful smile when his eyes met mine.

He was perfect, he was flawless, he moved with such grace, but then he was ruined. When their grandmother died, Gerard was ruined.

He started drinking, he did drugs, he lost weight. His perfect face, no longer beautiful. And with anger, I think this, that he lost his beautiful features just because of one little thing. One stupid wretched thing.

His eyes no longer sparkle, his lips are no longer perfect, they’re chapped and faded. No longer does his hair dance around his shoulders, no it simply hangs, because he doesn’t wash it anymore. Gerard Way is no longer perfect, but I can change it, I can fix him. I can fix it, I know I can.

Anger wash over me again, I bend over, coughing. I don’t vomit, nothing in there to throw up, I can’t eat. Thinking about Gerard stops me from eating, and that makes me angry. It makes me so angry. I hate it, I hate him not being perfect. He’s supposed to be beautiful beyond imagination, just like he used to be. No longer.

Finally sitting on my bed isn’t enough, sitting on my bed and looking at my hundreds of pictures of Gerard isn’t enough. Touching those perfect pictures aren’t enough. I need Gerard to be beautiful again, I need him to be perfect.

I Frank Iero, need Gerard Way.

I know the way to his house, I’ve walked it many times. I’ve walked it in daylight with Mikey, and I’ve walked it in moonlight alone. I know how to get into their house, they have a spare key, Mikey showed me. I know where in the big tree in their backyard to sit to be able to see straight into Gerard’s bedroom without being noticed from within their house. I know everything.

I know that Gerard’s toes curl as he climaxes when jerking off. I know that his eyes flutter closed when he’s close to coming. I know that he always uses baby wipes to clean himself off. I know that he must have the most beautiful moan ever, a moan that’s always silent to me, as I watch him from my spot in the tree. But soon, soon I’ll hear him moan. No longer will his mouth be open, soundlessly.

It’s Saturday, and it’s late, it means that Gerard will be home alone. His parents are out for their weekly dinner, and Mikey is at his girlfriends house. I know, because he told me in a text message. It’s so useful, having Mikey as a friend.

I climb through the familiar hole in their hedge. I make my way towards the tree, taking the route on which I know I can’t be seen from inside the house, or by their neighbours. When I reach the tree I start climbing right away, I know how to get up there. In my normal spot I turn my gaze towards the house, and I notice him immediately. He’s asleep, perfect.

I hurry out of the tree, almost falling in my hurry. I curse under my breath, but soon I regain my balance and start walking towards their backdoor. I know where the key is hidden, and have no problem finding it. Original, having it in a flowerpot.

Soundlessly, like so many other nights, I open the backdoor. I sneak in quickly and close the door behind me. Now for the tricky part, their floorboards creak. But I know how to avoid them, I know everything about their house.

Soon Gerard will be perfect, soon we will be together. Soon he can do nothing but love me, when he sees how perfect we are for each other. When he sees that he needs me just as much as I need him. When he sees what I’d do for him.

Silently I sneak into his room, something I’ve never done before. I had always been satisfied with watching Gerard from outside, but it’s not enough. No it’s not enough. His room isn’t perfect, far from. It’s a mess, but it doesn’t matter.

I sit down on his bed, and it makes him shift, but he doesn’t wake up. Slowly I reach over and shake him carefully. He groans in his sleep, but he still doesn’t wake up.

“Gerard.” I purr into his ear after leaning in towards him. I feel him shift again, and this time he lets out a few slurring words.

“Mikey, that you?”

No Gerard, it’s someone much better. Someone who’s going to save you, someone who would do anything for you.

I say nothing, I just sit there. And soon enough he reaches towards the nightlight and turns it on.

“Frank!” He exclaims once his eyes is used to the light, I grin from ear to ear.

“Hi.” I say, my voice low, filled with love. He looks at me confused for a while, blinking furiously.

“Mikey’s not here, did you fight with your parents?” He asks and my smiled grows wider. No, that’s not it. I had fled there before, when fighting with my parents, so it wasn’t a weird question.

“I’m here for you.” I explain, hoping he will see. Hoping he’ll want me, as much as I want him. At my words he shuffles away, and grasps his covers tightly.

“Frank, get out!” He hisses and I shake my head, my grin long gone.

“No, Gerard, you don’t understand, I need you and you need me!” I explain, now panic grows inside me. How could he not see? It was so obvious. My words scare him, his eyes widen, his breath shorten. I know his heart is beating rapidly as he processes my words.

“Frank, get the fuck out before I call the police!” He cries and pushes me off his bed. Wrong, so wrong. I scramble off the floor, anger pulsating in my veins. If he refused to see it, I would have to make him.

The steel glimmers as I pull the kitchen knife out, his eyes widen more when he sees it. He whimpers when I raise it, and then he lets out a cry of pain as I stab him in the chest.

“Baby don’t cry.” I hush when I raise the knife again. He doesn’t listen, he’s crying, he’s screaming, he’s clutching his chest in pain as he uses words I’ve never heard before.

I must have stabbed him fifty fucking times, I can’t believe it.

He’s dead. His eyes are cold, his lips separated and his hands sloppily resting next to his body. I drop the knife and crawl into the bed with him.

“I didn’t mean to, you made me angry.” I cry into his shoulder as I fist his shirt.

I didn’t notice him move, not at first. I didn’t notice him sit up, I didn’t notice him reach for the knife. I finally noticed, and my face filled with fear as he raised the knife over his head.

He must have stabbed me fifty fucking times, I can’t believe it.

I will do anything.
I will suffer for a million years.
I will burn in the fires of hell.
I will do anything, for him to forgive me.
For him to love me.

“I love you.” I whisper, but there’s no response. I shift, uncomfortably, my eyes still leaking tears, that have now turned red. “I love you.” I try again.

His head moves, he looks at me, he grins.

“I love you too Frank.”

“We're coming back, coming back
We'll live forever, live forever
Let's have wedding, have a wedding
Let's start the killing, start the killing”

So many children in school we hate, so many teachers, so many family members. So many people we want dead. So many people we are going to kill. So many people, who are going to lose their lives at the hands of two lovers, two boys, two perfect boys, who love each other more then anything. Who love each other beyond death. Who died at each others hands.

We’re going to live forever, together.

Lets start the killing.

A/N:
I listened to A Little Piece of Heaven seven hours straight, and then the theme was kind of imprinted in my head, and I wrote it merely to get it out of my mind.
I hope you liked it, please comment and such.

And yeah, Frank = stalker much?
Maybe I should explain somethings?
Hmm...
Frank is a stalker, he's been in love with Gerard for years.
Frank doesn't mean to kill Gerard, he just had the knife as a precation.
Yeah, Gerard comes back to life and kills Frank.
Then they go nuts and kill people they hate.
The end.

Ps. Why some of it is written in present tense and some in past tense, is because when Frank tells this story, Gerard isn't perfect in his eyes anymore. So obviously, he has to use past tense when describing how Gerard 'used' to be perfect.

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