On The Run Romance

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  1. FUNERALMARCH

    FUNERALMARCH Guest

    On The Run Romance[Frerard]

    On The Run Romance[Frerard]

    Rating: 17+ for murder,killings,gay sex,violence,frequent strong language,rape,alcohol use,drug use, offensive terms, abuse of biblical terms and the word 'God'.


    Genre: Horror, romance

    Summary: On the run from a life filled with nothing but lost dreams and a lost soul, Gerard Way meets somebody who just might change his view on life, it self. For better or for worse. Dead or alive.

    Disclaimer:
    This story is complete fiction, it is a bit over the top so you are warned ahead of time, And most importantly i love donna way, im sure she's an amazing woman but the only way i could make this story even work was with what happens in it.its demented and i know.but pure fiction.
    Also, needless to say I do not know My Chemical Romance.
    I'd be bragging my butt off if i did=]

    Fanspots:
    1-nephilim
    2-kesya
    3-rosa
    4-mandamaru

    Chapter Index:
    Chapter 1-page 1
    Chapter 2-page 1
    Chapter 3-page 2
    Chapter 4-page 3
    Chapter 5-page 4
    Chapter 6-page 4
    Chapter 7-page 5
    Chapter 8-page 6
    Chapter 9-page 7
    Chapter 10-page 8
    Chapter 11-page 9
    Chapter 12-page 10
    Chapter 13-page 11
    Chapter 14-page 12
    Chapter 15-page 13
    Chapter 16-page 13
    Chapter 17-page 14
    Chapter 18-page 15
    Chapter 19-page 16
    Chapter 20-page 17

    Chapter 21-page 17
    Chapter 22-page 18
    Chapter 23-page 19
    Chapter 24-page 21
    Chapter 25-page 22
    Chapter 26-page 23
    Chapter 27-page 24
    Chapter 28-page 25
    Chapter 29-page 25
    Chapter 30-page 26
    Chapter 31-page 27
    Chapter 32-page 28
    Chapter 33-page 29
    Chapter 34-page 30
    Chapter 35-page 31
    Chapter 36-page 32
    Chapter 37-page 33
    Chapter 38-page 34
    Chapter 39-page 35
    Chapter 40-page 36

    Chapter 41-page 37
    Chapter 42-page 38
    Chapter 43-page 39
    Chapter 44-page 40
    Chapter 45-page 41
    Chapter 46-page 42
    Chapter 47-page 43
    Chapter 48-page 44
    Chapter 49-page 45
    Chapter 50-page 46
    Chapter 51-page 47
    Chapter 52-page 49
    Chapter 53-page 49
    Chapter 54-page 51
    Chapter 55-page 52
    Chapter 56-page 53
    Chapter 57-page 54
    Chapter 58-page 56
    Chapter 59-page 57
    Chapter 60-page 58

    Chapter 61-page 60
    Chapter 62-page 62
    Chapter 63-page 63
    Chapter 64-page 65
    Chapter 65-page 67
    Chapter 66-page 67
    Chapter 67-page 69
    Chapter 68-page 70
    Chapter 69-page 71
    Chapter 70-page 72
    Chapter 71-page 74
    Chapter 72-page 75
    Chapter 73-page 78
    Chapter 74-page 79

    Chapter 75-page 80
    Chapter 76-page 81
    Chapter 77-page 82
    Chapter 78-page 84
    Chapter 79-page 86
    Chapter 80-page 87
    Chapter 81-page 88
    Chapter 82-page 90
    Chapter 83-page 91
    Chapter 84-page 92
    Chapter 85-page 94
    Chapter 86-page 95
    The End-page 97

    Chapter One.

    gerard's POV

    I killed them and you’re lying if you say that you wouldn’t have done the exact same thing.
    I was 25 years old.
    My mother was a coke wh**e, every damn night she’d bring home a different guy and she’d f**k them for either drugs alone or money to buy drugs.
    She never gave a poop about me.
    I f**king hated living in California, where we lived wasn’t like the goddamn movies it was different, a lot different.
    It was actually a goddamn trailer park along way away from Los Angeles. It was along way away from glamour, money and all that poop.
    The damn park was full of broken families and pregnant teenagers.
    My mother moved me from somewhere in the North East states to there when I was like 5 years old.
    I had a little brother once, I remember every goddamn detail of the little guy’s face. He died, that’s what she told me.
    My f**king brother died when I was 5 years old.
    But did he? She always had a drug habit I even knew about it when I was in diapers.
    A part of me still now 20 years later thinks the dirty old witch sold my little brother for drug money.
    But I’d never know.

    She married her f**king drug dealer who she’d been banging for the past couple of years just last summer.
    They made me f**king sick.
    The f**ker, this drug dealer, Ed always tried to step to me always tried to f**king start poop.
    So I killed him and her.
    All those two did was bang on the couch, in the kitchen and even outside.
    The dirty witch didn’t give a poop that her son was there.
    “Join in honey?!” She said to me once while he ate her out in the living room.
    Dirty f**kers.
    I stabbed her to death.
    “No Gerard!” she screamed and screamed as the knife dug into her dirty saggy skin.
    I blew Ed’s brains out, half of his ugly face flying off with the lead bullet.
    Is it insane that I don’t feel guilty? I never felt guilty.
    I stole his car after I stole some of their drug money and left their dirty corpses there to rot together.
    I bet their f**king in hell right now, both of them.
    I’m wondering two things though.
    Are the police after me?
    And if they are, I’m hoping they’ll put me in prison I’d rather get butt raped everyday then shot to death or put to death for murder.
    I don’t feel like seeing my mother and her drug dealer in Hell just yet.




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    continue or not?
    i figured i'd start a new fic since im almost done the other......
     
  2. Nephilim

    Nephilim Give me love.

    f**king love this.

    Keep going.



    f**kIN EDIT: I am the number 1 fan of this.
    Fark, haven't called that in a while.
     
  3. FUNERALMARCH

    FUNERALMARCH Guest

    haha,okay its not that disturbing then?
    and thanks love.


    Chapter Two.

    I stopped my car at a gas station, I had been driving for a f**king while now, but I was good on gas.
    I just needed something to eat.
    I walked around, they didn’t have any decent food in there…just junk like chips and candy.
    I was pretty sure there was a Mcdonalds somewhere in that rest stop town but I didn’t feel like wasting time and looking for it.
    I picked up chips and a coke and took them to the tall fat man at the counter.

    “2.50 please” he said looking half asleep and in a thick dirty south accent.
    I paid with a five.

    “Hey if you don’t mind me asking where the f**k is this? I’ve been driving for days” I asked the man, as he handed me my change.

    “You’re in Tennessee” he replied in that already annoying thick accent.

    “Tennessee” I repeated, all I knew was that Tennessee was in the f**king south and I didn’t really like the goddamn south.

    “Where you headed anyways, son?” he asked, mother f**ker now interested.
    Where was I headed? I didn’t even know.

    “Up North” I replied to him, maybe New York I thought.




    I ate my chips and drank my soda in that f**king car soon after that.
    Then I was on the highway again, making a run from my previously f**ked up life.
    As I drove along the road with many other cars all reminding me of like a flock of lost sheep I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen?
    I knew New York was supposed to be an amazing place, a place of opportunity but what in the world was I good at?
    What could New York offer me?
    In a way I imagined New York to be like the California of the East coast and that thought made me shudder.
    I decided I was pretty good at being a f**king killer, hey sounds like a good occupation I thought with a twitching smile.

    I got to Virginia that night and stopped at some shitty motel there.
    I paid the guy 60 for a night’s stay.

    It gets pretty lonely when you’re driving highways in the morning and staying at shitty motels by night, but someone has to do it.
    I was trying to watch this old horror movie called “Psycho” but it was too creepy and boring.
    In a lot of ways this guy Norman Bates reminded me of myself…and the whole thing with his mother freaked me out.
    I almost pictured myself dressing up as my dead mother and killing people.

    I decided to take a shower before I freaked myself out too bad.
    I smelled horrible anyway.

    I washed my tangled black hair that had grown down to my shoulders now.
    It was the first time I showered since I killed Donna and Ed.
    In a lot of ways I felt like I was washing away what I had done.
    As the water went down the drain I felt like a free man, free from a world of misery and my mother.
    I felt joy, I laughed to myself and felt pure joy as I hummed random tunes while putting my clothes back on.
     
  4. spikenike232

    spikenike232 Guest

    new reader

    I love this. poop,, a murderer? More when you can
     
  5. Amelia

    Amelia strangeness and charm

    f**king love it, very awesome.
    More when you're ready.
     
  6. Nephilim

    Nephilim Give me love.

    Ahhh, I f**king love it.

    Keep going.
     
  7. Kesya

    Kesya New Member

    Hallelujah. Lock and load, G.
    I really like this story. Gerard sounds oh so fierce xD
     
  8. Salvo

    Salvo New Member

    Fantastic. <3 I love it.
     
  9. Sussak

    Sussak Guest

    this is utterly AMAZING.
    I love your writting, it seems so personal and real.
    Keep it up hun.
     
  10. MCRxParader

    MCRxParader Active Member

    This is awesome :D
    I love it!

    More when you can <3
     
  11. Kesya

    Kesya New Member

    DAMN YOU, Ayesha.
    I call #2 fan spot, then. xD
     
  12. xCirclesx

    xCirclesx New Member

    oooo I like it =D
    More when you can
     
  13. FUNERALMARCH

    FUNERALMARCH Guest

    cool,so we have both number one fanspot and number two taken=]
    thank you all for the comments,fer'real.

    i'll be posting chapter 3 like tomorrow...because today was fathers day and i was out with my father all day....so yeah i have it all done and it should be up then.
    thanks again though guys,im glad people like it.
     
  14. Nephilim

    Nephilim Give me love.

    Ah, can't wait.

    :)
     
  15. MCRxParader

    MCRxParader Active Member

    Can't wait :D
     
  16. do*OR*die

    do*OR*die New Member

    *new reader*
    This is a cool story.
    I'm excited for more.
     
  17. FUNERALMARCH

    FUNERALMARCH Guest

    thanks for the patience guys.
    and just to let you know ahead of time this frerard story isnt like "zomgiloveyou" really quick,like not at all.
    hah.okay here:



    Chapter Three.

    The next day I drove through the remainder of Virginia, Maryland and Pennsylvania….I had started early in the morning and by night I found myself in New jersey, just when I felt like “hey maybe you’ll make it to New York” Ed’s f**king car started getting goofy.

    I pulled in to some gas station somewhere in north Jersey.
    I got out and went up to the ugly 30 something that worked there.

    “I’m having car problems man” I told him, he told me he’d take a look.

    I followed him out to where my car was and he picked up the hood looking inside.
    He explained to me why the car broke down in what felt like a f**king lecture I just nodded.

    “I can have a guy come in and fix it in about a day, maybe two or three” he explained while we were inside the connected mini mart.
    f**k.
    I was stuck in this stupid town, somewhere in dirty Jersey.
    The guy told me the place was called “Belleville”. What a shitty name. His name was Ted…


    I sat on a plastic chair inside the store like the guy asked me to, I had nowhere to go and nothing better to do.
    I listened to him ramble about business being not so well, because there was some cheaper gas station that just opened up down the road, I didn’t care.

    Two kids walked in and I decided not to even pay attention, people kept coming in and out anyway.

    “So where you staying tonight?” the gas station guy asked me, I had no f**king clue.

    “Is there a motel around here?” I asked him.

    “’Bout 5 miles from here” he told me, in a thick Jersey accent, I hated accents.
    And I couldn’t walk 5 miles.

    “Could you drive me or some poop I cant walk five f**king miles” I told him.

    He looked at me apologetically.
    “Sorry I’m working all night, you can keep me company” he smiled.

    “f**k” I muttered.

    The two boys or more so teenagers were right there now, at the register.

    “Whats the problem Ted?” the shorter boy asked.
    My eyes locked onto him as soon as he opened his mouth, he had tattoos and his hair was f**king funky black and red.
    He was some piece of butt though, I’d f**k him.
    Wow a gay murderer, aren’t I a sight to see.

    “This guy here, Gerard” he said my name awkwardly “hasn’t got a place to stay tonight, he drove all the way from California but his car broke down” Ted told him.

    The short boy and his tall friend looked at me apologetically too.
    The tall one with glasses whispered something to the other boy and they continued to talk to each other in mumbles, rude f**kers.


    The short boy turned to me “You wanna stay with us, Gerard our parents are out of town” he offered.
    Stupid motherf**ker, for all he knew I could’ve very well have been a killer…wait.

    “Hey you sure its okay?” I asked, I’d take anything at that point.

    He nodded.

    I got up off the chair, jumping at the chance before the f**kers could change their minds..
    “I’m Frank” he said putting out his hand.
    I shook it awkwardly.
    “And that’s my brother Mikey” he motioned to the tall boy, he just gave me a shy smile and a little wave.
    The boys bought their poop after that and offered to drive me to their house.
    I sat in the back while Frank drove and his brother sat shot gun quietly.

    “So where are you from again, Gerard?” Frank asked, glancing back at me through the rearview mirror.

    “California” I replied emotionless.
    I wasn’t in the mood for 20 questions.

    The skinny tall boy…Mikey chuckled.

    “I always imagined California boys to be like tan with like blonde hair or something” Frank smiled.
    I didn’t reply.

    They both mumbled to each other like at the store and I was starting to regret taking them up on the offer, but as soon as regret set in Frank exclaimed “We’re here!”
     
  18. Amelia

    Amelia strangeness and charm

    ^^Lol.
    I think we're seeing a different side of Gerard after all...
    Brilliant update, loved it.
     
  19. MCRxParader

    MCRxParader Active Member

    Ooh, can't wait to see how this is gonna turn out. :D
    xD @ the fact that Mikey is Frank's brother, for once. :)

    That was amazing <3
     
  20. FUNERALMARCH

    FUNERALMARCH Guest

    haha,it should make more sense once the story progresses=]
     

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