Post by Ali on Jun 17, 2007 15:39:41 GMT -5
Whoohoo! I'm in a writing mood today people! Another fan-fic fresh from my mind. This one is inspired my gerardwayfan13's avatar! (" I carved your name on the bullet so people would know you were the last thing going through my mind")
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Summary:
It was going to be a beautiful wedding. But they never got that far before the tragedy occured. With flashbacks, dreams and forming his own detective agency, will Gerard and his brothers ever find out the truth?
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On his knees, Gerard ignored the puddle of blood he was knelt in. His ghostly white face, once glowing with euphoria while she'd been alive, was now buried in his hands and stained with tears.
'How? Oh, even why?' he asked himself over and over. He looked across the old, wooden floor at her limp body in front of him. He followed the stains of blood from the floor leading up to the heavenly white of the bed. They'd been so happy once. HAD been, Gerard, HAD been.
He felt like taking the gun from her frozen hand and shooting himself. He began to realise that when something is taken away from you you'll miss it, you'll yearn for it- you'll love it. 'I loved you from the start...' he said in his head, looking upon her beautiful body clad in the white dress.
"FROM THE START!" He yelled, pounding his fists on the floor.
He took her empty hand in his and laid besides her, crying into her cold, bare shoulder.
'Wake up, please, tell me this is a nightmare- I'll be forever lonely, my heart is empty, my fire is cold- please save me, you were my treasure- my gold...' He whispered, almost singing, tears streaming down his face. As he lay beside her blood soaked through his once smart looking black suit.
Gerard heard footsteps creaking up the old staircase but he stayed where he was, wishing his warmth to bring his bride back to life. The door opened a few inches and Mikey poked his head around, ready to retreat if anything was thrown at him.
"The police said they'd be here shortly." Mikey told his brother, in a calm tone despite everything.
"We don't need police- we need a bloody morgue cart- look at her, she'd dead! DEAD Mikey!" Gerard cried, hiding his face in his hands again.
Mikey walked over and laid a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"And peace be on her soul..." Mikey replied.
"Then why do the fucking cops have to see her?" Gerard asked, showing bitterness in his voice.
"I think they just want to check it actually was suicide, take a few notes, the gun and maybe ask a few questions...Anyone is a suspect"
"You mean they think I did it?" Gerard frowned at the idea, his eyes still bloodshot, so blood shot he could have been crying blood.
"They'll take us all down as the possible culprits until they've enough evidence to say its suicide."
The eerie, low tone of the doorbell echoed throughout the house and the brothers heard Frank open the door. Moments later he'd led the police upstairs to the room where she lay.
"Do you mind if you wait downstairs while we take a few notes?" The chief inspector asked, looking Mikey in the eyes and not even daring to look past him, down at Gerard. One man had begun drawing a white line around her corpse and another was taking photos.
Mikey nodded and he took Gerard's arm. Gerard looked up at the photographer.
"You're a fucking sicko!" He hissed at him, teeth bared in a snarl. Mikey hauled him up and led him down the creaky steps to the living room.
It was as equally dark down here as in the chamber of death. All the curtains remained undrawn and none of the lights or candles were lit. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a great, white marble renaissance fireplace was the main feature of the room.
On the red, luxurious sofa laid Bob, wide-eyed and unblinking, his eyes dark and blank. Ray sat beside him, on the edge of the sofa, his head on his closed hands, his face expressionless and hidden in shadows.
Gerard threw himself into one of the empty chairs and immediately his hand went for the decanter of crimson wine. He began downing the bottle and drowning his sorrows in the alcohol.
Frank tapped Mikey's shoulder in the hall.
"How is he?" He asked, quite timidly like a mouse. He could clearly see but wanted to know more so that he'd have some chance of being able to help his friend. Mikey could see the fear in Frank's face and so instead of screaming 'How do you think he's fucking feeling?' replied as calm as possible;
"He tried talking to her to wake her up...he's laid in her blood, he's sang to her. He just can't accept that it's happened."
"I just can't understand why..." Frank whispered, his voice trailing off as they watched Gerard through the doorway nodding off to sleep at last and clutching the now empty bottle in one hand.
"Hopefully, that's what the cops will find out to help." Mikey replied with a soft smile, which didn't show any form of joy at all.
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Hope you likey! More to come, but only if you comment!
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Summary:
It was going to be a beautiful wedding. But they never got that far before the tragedy occured. With flashbacks, dreams and forming his own detective agency, will Gerard and his brothers ever find out the truth?
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On his knees, Gerard ignored the puddle of blood he was knelt in. His ghostly white face, once glowing with euphoria while she'd been alive, was now buried in his hands and stained with tears.
'How? Oh, even why?' he asked himself over and over. He looked across the old, wooden floor at her limp body in front of him. He followed the stains of blood from the floor leading up to the heavenly white of the bed. They'd been so happy once. HAD been, Gerard, HAD been.
He felt like taking the gun from her frozen hand and shooting himself. He began to realise that when something is taken away from you you'll miss it, you'll yearn for it- you'll love it. 'I loved you from the start...' he said in his head, looking upon her beautiful body clad in the white dress.
"FROM THE START!" He yelled, pounding his fists on the floor.
He took her empty hand in his and laid besides her, crying into her cold, bare shoulder.
'Wake up, please, tell me this is a nightmare- I'll be forever lonely, my heart is empty, my fire is cold- please save me, you were my treasure- my gold...' He whispered, almost singing, tears streaming down his face. As he lay beside her blood soaked through his once smart looking black suit.
Gerard heard footsteps creaking up the old staircase but he stayed where he was, wishing his warmth to bring his bride back to life. The door opened a few inches and Mikey poked his head around, ready to retreat if anything was thrown at him.
"The police said they'd be here shortly." Mikey told his brother, in a calm tone despite everything.
"We don't need police- we need a bloody morgue cart- look at her, she'd dead! DEAD Mikey!" Gerard cried, hiding his face in his hands again.
Mikey walked over and laid a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"And peace be on her soul..." Mikey replied.
"Then why do the fucking cops have to see her?" Gerard asked, showing bitterness in his voice.
"I think they just want to check it actually was suicide, take a few notes, the gun and maybe ask a few questions...Anyone is a suspect"
"You mean they think I did it?" Gerard frowned at the idea, his eyes still bloodshot, so blood shot he could have been crying blood.
"They'll take us all down as the possible culprits until they've enough evidence to say its suicide."
The eerie, low tone of the doorbell echoed throughout the house and the brothers heard Frank open the door. Moments later he'd led the police upstairs to the room where she lay.
"Do you mind if you wait downstairs while we take a few notes?" The chief inspector asked, looking Mikey in the eyes and not even daring to look past him, down at Gerard. One man had begun drawing a white line around her corpse and another was taking photos.
Mikey nodded and he took Gerard's arm. Gerard looked up at the photographer.
"You're a fucking sicko!" He hissed at him, teeth bared in a snarl. Mikey hauled him up and led him down the creaky steps to the living room.
It was as equally dark down here as in the chamber of death. All the curtains remained undrawn and none of the lights or candles were lit. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a great, white marble renaissance fireplace was the main feature of the room.
On the red, luxurious sofa laid Bob, wide-eyed and unblinking, his eyes dark and blank. Ray sat beside him, on the edge of the sofa, his head on his closed hands, his face expressionless and hidden in shadows.
Gerard threw himself into one of the empty chairs and immediately his hand went for the decanter of crimson wine. He began downing the bottle and drowning his sorrows in the alcohol.
Frank tapped Mikey's shoulder in the hall.
"How is he?" He asked, quite timidly like a mouse. He could clearly see but wanted to know more so that he'd have some chance of being able to help his friend. Mikey could see the fear in Frank's face and so instead of screaming 'How do you think he's fucking feeling?' replied as calm as possible;
"He tried talking to her to wake her up...he's laid in her blood, he's sang to her. He just can't accept that it's happened."
"I just can't understand why..." Frank whispered, his voice trailing off as they watched Gerard through the doorway nodding off to sleep at last and clutching the now empty bottle in one hand.
"Hopefully, that's what the cops will find out to help." Mikey replied with a soft smile, which didn't show any form of joy at all.
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Hope you likey! More to come, but only if you comment!