Meow Mix [Frerard] - The Black Parade

famousXdeadX · 10-04-2008, 05:12 PM

Rating:14+
Disclaimer:This story is Completely fictional.
The only thing I have ownership of is this story.
Author note:Okay, so, I really shouldn't be starting another story on here, considering I already have three others,but I really feel the need to post something fresh on here and see if my ideas are still interesting enough.
Summary:Gerard Way, a college student, has always led a life of deciet,drugs,and sex. Now away from his old life, he's trying to make a fresh start and be a better person. Will a stray person he finds on the streets be able to help him? And, even more, will he be able to help this young boy in return?

Chapter index
Prologue: page one
Chapter 1: page one
Chapter 2: page three
Chapter 3: page four
Chapter 4: page five

famousXdeadX · 10-04-2008, 05:13 PM

People were flooding down the streets,
hurrying to get out of the rain,
some with umbrellas,
which wasn't helping,
since the wind was just blowing it onto them from under the shelters.
I didn't care.
I liked the feel of the rain soaking through my clothes,
my hair clinging to my face,
my body trembling from the cold.
It always took my mind from me,
taking it to God knows where,
which was a semi-good thing,
considering it made me temporarily forget all the bad things.
I walked slower than everyone else,
in no hurry to get back to the dorms.
I needed some alone time,
I needed to get away.
Someone shoved me as they brushed past,
giving me a dirty glare as if I were the one that shoved him.
"Fucking emo."
He murmered before continuing his walk.
Emo. What the fuck does emo really mean anyways?
I was tired of all the pushing and shoving of strangers,
it almost burned for them to even touch me.
"Fuck...It's beginning."
I whispered, feeling the tingling starting up in my fingertips.
"Gotta get away, gotta get out of here."
I dodged into a deserted alley,
fearing what would happen if I didn't hurry out of the way of the passersby.
"Dammit."
I collapsed to my knees breathing deep,
trying to regulate the tingles,
to keep them from taking over again.
'Breathe. Breatttthhhe. In...and Out....In....and out.'
I continued reapeating that to myself over and over,
eyes glued to the stone ground under me,
trying to stay focused.
The pain began to spread up into my hands.
'Dammit Gerard, Breathe. Deep breaths.'
I did as I told myself, squinting my eyes shut, trying to force away the pain.
It wasn't working of course,
but I continued what I was doing,
my breath starting to hitch in my throat,
leaving me gasping, out of breath.
My head started to pound, the tingling rising up into my arms now,
hurting worse than usual.
'Fuck...'
I fell forward onto the ground involuntarily,
my vision leaving me.

Kay, so there's the first bit.
Please stick around, it will get better. I promise.

Alannah · 10-04-2008, 05:13 PM

O_O
Meow Mix!
Sggie, I have to read this!

EDIT:
I love it
whats the matter with gee?

famousXdeadX · 10-04-2008, 05:15 PM

Yay! first comment!

I promise alannah,it will be....weird.

MisfitMandyy · 10-04-2008, 07:00 PM

I love it!
I call #1 fanspot!
I love you shuggii!
<33
xoxoxox

stephanie<3 · 10-04-2008, 07:15 PM

whats wrong with gerard????

xXFazXx · 10-04-2008, 10:30 PM

new reader
wow whats up with Gee????????
more soon

MikeyWay=Love · 10-05-2008, 06:47 AM

ahh so cool! This story is awesome!
Gee what's wrong?

*calls #2 fan spot.*

Descending Angel · 10-05-2008, 09:19 AM

this is gonna be good! =) just like "rain!"
i'm sticking around for an update, whenever you can! =D

famousXdeadX · 10-05-2008, 11:10 AM

okay, so, stick in here,this one might be kinda long, but...

Chapter one

Meow.
Nudge......
Meow.
Another nudge.
MEOOOOWWWW.
A third nudge.
I rolled onto my side, angrily swatting at whatever was touching me,
groaning as a dull throb pulsated through my skull.
Then I remembered what had happened.
I sat up reluctantly, rubbing my face with my palms,
which felt normal again.
"Meoow."
Was the soft, timid sound that came from behind me.
"Stupid stray cats."
I grumbled,
pulling to my feet.
A large shiver wracked my body as a light breeze broke against my still soaked body,
hearing the Meow again.
I stretched, my back popping and crackling from stiffness,
a tug on my pant leg getting my attention.
"What do you want you stupid cat!?"
I yelled, turning on my heels,
expecting a malnourished mangy street cat,
but was met with something much different.
"What the fuck?!"
It was a boy,eerr, cat-boy thing.
He was small, his ribs showing through his milky white skin.
His hair was mostly short and blonde, except for a fringe of stringy black bangs that hung in front of his right eye.
He looked like a normal male, except for the large feline ears that protruded from his skull,
one being blonde, and the other black.
He even had a tail, which was swishing slightly.
"What the fuck?!"
I breathed, kneeling down to examine him further.
He had whiskers like a cat, and sharp claws, even large almond eyes like a cat.
"Wh-what are you?!"
I questioned bewildered, he winching away when I reached toward one of his ears.
"Waitt....Can you speak?"
I felt like I was trapped in some crazy dream brought on by beer and marshmellows or something,
talking to a strange creature like the one in front of me.
"Mew..."
"I guess not."
I sighed, still staring at him.
He was totally naked,
his pale skin stretched tightly over his bones,
showing that he was starving.
"Have a name?"
I inquired, more to myself than him.
"F-----Frankie."
He answered, getting a 'holymonkeyballs,you speak!!' look from me.
"So you Can speak."
I breathed, examining him again.
He barely nodded, pressing himself away, against the wall of a rundown building,
as if he were afraid of humans.
"Is this where you like, live?"
He nodded again.
"Hmm..." I stood up and took a step back,
thinking of the situation at hand.
I couldn't just leave the poor thing here.
He would surely die.
But I couldn't take him home,
to the appartment.
Stupid landlord didn't allow pets.
'He's practically a human.
Don't be labelling him as a pet.'
"Come with me."
I heard my voice suddenly,
the 'boys' expression changing to a confused one.
"W-what?"
"You heard me.
Come to my appartment.
I can't leave you here like this.
You'll die."
'Frankie' hesitated, carefully standing.
I noticed he had scratches and scrapes on his feet and knees,
obviously from running around with no protective clothing.
"Well, Come on."
I demanded, walking out of the alley.
He jumped at my raised tone of voice,
hurrying to follow.
Now that he was standing I could really see his height,
which was around 4'10'.
He was tiny.
"Sooo um, Frankie was it?
Anyways, what are you?"
I interrogated, getting a nervous glance,
which only lasted a second or two.
"I Dunno.
What do you mean?"
I shrugged, finding my cigarettes in my pocket,
taking one to the crook of my lips and lighting it.
I inhaled the nicotine with gratefulness,
pausing before exhaling it.
"Well, You're like, a person,
but you have...cat features."
He 'oh'd' quietly,
hesitating to answer
"I was a cat once.
I dun know what happened though."
"Okkkayy?"
I decided not to ask anything else for the fear of hearing some crazy fairytale story.
'Maybe he's not part cat. It's just some freak deformation from doing too many drugs.'
I told myself halfheartedly, taking my attention back to my cig.
"Uhh..W-what is that?"
He inquired, coughing as the smoke drifted over to him,
he waving it from his face.
"Are you serious?"
I rather rudely querried,
gazing over at him.
He quickly turned his gaze to the ground,
avoiding eye contact as if he feared it.
"It's a cigarette. Care for one?"
I held it over toward him,
watching as he wrinkled his nose up and shook his head no.
"Suit yourself."
I mumbled, returning it to my lips.
No one said anything else until I was done with my little addiction,
throwing it to the ground, it extinguishing in a puddle of water.
"Sooo,, what happened to your clothes, Cat-boy?"
He peered toward me, still not making eye contact,
asking in a meager voice "Clothes??"
"Umm,Neeeevermind."
I sighed, beginning to think he had amnesia or something.
'Okayy, He's weirder than I thought...
"Why are you out on the streets?"
I decided to press on, curious to know more about the freak show.
"It's my home."
He answered, as if I should've known that.
"What, couldn't pay the bills?"
I jeered, chuckling to myself as I imagined a giant cat house that had to be paid on.
"My master dumped me here.
Told me it was my new home.
He told me he'd be back, but..."
''Master? What the fucks that supossed to mean?
Is he like, gay, and his boyfriend was controlling,
made him like a slave or something?
Okkkkaaaaay.'
I shrugged it off as just something weird,
maybe he was clinically insane and really did think he was a cat.
'But how do you explain the ears,tail,whiskers,and shit like that huh??'
"Um..Y-you're not going to hurt me are you??"
He questioned suddenly in a scared tone,
his eyes darting over to me for a few seconds.
"What? No! What kinda guy do you take me for??"
I yelped, unable to keep from feeling a little irritated.
I mean, hey, I was taking him off the street for Christ sake,
and he has the nerve....
He cowered away at my rising voice,
covering his head like he expected me to hit him.
"Why are you so skittish? I'm not going to hit you or anything."
I scoffed, as if I were talking to someone with mental problems.
"Everyone else does."
He replied, still speaking in almost whispers.
"Well, i'm not everyone else, kay?"
He stared up at me with a bewildered expression,
confusion and some other emotion clouding his face.
"W-what do you mean?"
He querried, seeming to not know what to do with his hands,
so he crossed them over his bare chest.
I couldn't help but examine his body,
being thankful that the streets were empty at the hour.
"Well, people are mean.
They don't really care about anything but themselves.
I try not to be like that."
I explained feeling something brush against my arm.
It was that tail.
God, it was flicking around and swishing like some freaky....well...cat.
I sighed and ruffled my hair, which of course was wet.
We arrived at the appartment before long,
me pausing at the door to tell him to 'hurry and stay unseen'.
We hurried up the stairs to the door numbered "15",
me pulling a key out and pushing it in the lock,
turning it until it clicked, pushing the door open and letting him in before shutting it back behind us.
"Wowwww."
He breathed, turning to examine the living room area,
as if he were in a mansion.
'Well, I suppose it's a little bit better than the streets...'
"Soo,,"
I came up by him,
only just noticing how skinny he was in the light.
His ribs showing.
"Umm,, why don't you go get a shower or something.
I'll make something to eat."
A terrored look struck his face,
he almost whispering "S-shower??
That's..that's water.."
I nodded, giving a 'duhh."
All the color that was in his face disappeared suddenly,
getting a "You okay?" from me.
He shook his head no.
"What's wrong?"
His simple answer was "Water..."
"Lemme guess. You're scared of water."
I grumbled, loosening the tie I had on under my vest,
pulling it over my head when I had it loose enough,
tossing it onto the couch.
"Uh-huh."
'You've gotta be kidding me...'