A bullet crossed my brain with your name on it

[Ali]

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!

[Ali]

I'm waiting...and waiting.. and waiting...and, ah! you get the point

[Zombii Junkie SixSick6]

That's so sad. i got a little teary eyed when he was with her body, talking to her.
thats sad! WRITE MORE!!!
NOW! i wanna know what happens!

[Ali]

don't we all?

[Zombii Junkie SixSick6]

DO IT NOW OR i'LL SUMMON DISGUSTINLY HUGE SPIDERS TO LAY EGGS IN YOUR BELLY AND WHEN THEY HATCH THEY'LL COME OUT YOUR BUTT!! POST MORE! OR I'LL DO IT!!!!!

[Ali]

Dood, how did you know spiders freak me out? you some kind of psihic?

[Ali]

anyway, moving away from my arachnophobia, more story my pretty!
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Gerard's dream:

He pulled away from the kiss, tears in his bride's eyes.
"I love you." She told him sincerely in barely a whisper.
"My love is undying for you." He replied, stroking her hair away from her face.
She was in that white dress again, the bottom of it fanning out around her on the bed. He sat behind her, his hand on her shoulders. Suddenly he was standing, the bed was still there and his love was still sat on the edge of it in front of him, but it was as if his feet were touching the floor. He felt something cold and heavy in his hand and he looked at it to see a small revolver, a lady's gun- a bulldog, he recalled hearing it called before.
"I'll carve your name onto this bullet-" His bride began and somehow he knew exactly what she was going to say. He heard his own voice join in and he watch her holding two separate bullets between her pale, delicate fingers. One with her own name on, and one with Gerard's.
"-so that everyone will know you were the last thing that went through my mind." They finished together. Suddenly Gerard felt terribly confused. Small white feathers began pouring in from the ceiling, which appeared to have disappeared. The night's sky was fabulous, stars shone like magnificent fireworks. The stars lit their faces up with a white glow, making them both look like ghosts.
Gerard felt his bride's head rest against his chest and she looked up with wide eyes. She handed him the bullets. Before Gerard knew what he had done he had loaded the gun with the first bullet, with his name carved on it.
"I'll see you in Heaven." He said, kissing her softly on the lips. She blinked in agreement and looked away from him as he pressed the gun at her head.

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"No!" Gerard yelled, waking in a panic attack. He found himself sitting bolt up right. He wouldn't let himself think over the dream. He felt sick with himself. He stumbled off the sofa and realised that the room was empty, and so much very darker, the only source of light seeped in through a gap in the curtains. The full moon poured in its venomous rays like spilt liquid.
He was shaking all over as he made his way to the kitchen. He stuck his head under the cold tap and let the water fill in his mouth- too quickly to swallow it. He turned it on faster, letting it pour out his moth and covered his face. He dropped head to the bottom of the sink, his raven black hair blocking the plug. He turned the tap to the max, letting icy cold water fill the basin and he began to gargle, as he realised that this was a mistake.
'No! No!' he thought. 'Don't let me die!" he felt himself burning up and fading to black as the water engulfed his lungs. He was in the middle of a panic attack. He struggled to pull his head out of the sink but the plughole was sucking his hair down firmly. He lashed about with his limbs, water going everywhere.
And then he stopped.
His movement-
His panic-
His heart-

Everything. It just stopped.
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Now, you post m'kay?

[Ali]

sad, ain't it?

[Zombii Junkie SixSick6]

awww!
poor Gerard!
he lives right?!?!
well, i can't say he can't die because...
yeah nevermind, you'll see.
i'm afraid of spiders too,
so i kinda took a guess.

[Ali]

Well, you'll just have to wait and see what happens in my next post
which isn't now ha!

[Zombii Junkie SixSick6]

OH!
COPYCAT!!!

[Ali]

heeheehee

[Ali]

I'm feeling good, so updated both my stories, so you go update yours
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"Shit! Gerard!" Mikey gasped, hauling his brother out of the sink.
He stumbled to the floor with him, sitting in the water and realising Gerard wasn't breathing.
"Frank!" he yelled. Frank rushed down the stairs in a dressing gown and went white as he saw Gerard. He froze and began to stammer.
"He- he's...."
Mikey felt tears prick his eyes. He removed his glasses and wiped his eyes on his sleeve, putting his head to Gerard's chest. He lightly slapped his face again and something caught his eye. Some water had trickled out from Gerard's mouth. He pressed his hand down hard on his brother. More water came out. He had no idea how to perform mouth- to -mouth resuscitation but began pounding at his brother's chest.
"Mikey, what the hell are you doing!" Frank cried, his eyes were already red from crying. He dove at Mikey and grabbed his arm before he could hit Gerard again. The two stared in disbelief as Gerard began coughing, water pouring from his mouth. He sat up and was sick all over the floor.
Mikey leapt at his brother, half hugging him, half hitting him.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he asked in a rage. His glasses were still on the floor. Frank bent to pick them up before they got smashed.
Gerard collapsed in his little brother's arms, unable to say a thing. His face was scrunched up with grief. He looked pasty and ill.
"I had a- a nightmare...." He wheezed. Mikey didn't have to ask what about. He stroked his brother's hair and stood up.
"Let's get you to bed," He hushed him, leading him upstairs. Frank followed silently.

Mikey sat on the edge of Gerard's bed.
"What made you drown yourself?" He asked, wondering whether he should lock the door to prevent it again.
"I was burning." Gerard whispered back, pulling the covers up to his chin. "Burning in my mind and a sinking feeling...I felt like it was the end of me."
"A panic attack?" Mikey asked. Gerard nodded. without another word.

"I killed her, Mikey- I killed-"
"Shh, Gerard, don't do this to yourself- the police are still investigating, from what they've got it looks like a suicide- there isn't much evidence to be going on yet." Mikey looked down at his brother. He was the pure vision of guilt and fear. "Just, get some shut eye, it'll be the best thing for you."
Mikey blew out the candle and turned to the doorway where Frank was stood.
Frank bit his lip.
"Sorry about earlier...I thought he was dead.... I thought you were going mad."
Mikey shrugged. "I would've done the same- don't worry." He whispered, pursing his lips together. Mikey caught a sparkle in Frank's eyes and there was a sudden understanding between the two. Neither of them could deny themselves of the burning desire they felt at that moment. No matter what had been going on with the death and suicide attempt of Gerard. These feelings were mutual, heartfelt beyond anything and had been there a long, long time. A fatal kiss as they stood close together in the hallway and they knew they'd never be able to let go.
"I'll see you in the morning." Frank said quietly, feeling his breath catch in his chest. Mikey nodded, and each turned into their rooms for sleep.

A soft moan escaped the Way's lips. He was in bed... Well, half in and half on the floor. It'd been a night of heat and nightmares.

Gerard could feel the sunlight gleaming between the gap in his curtains. Some of the light went through his closed eye-lids. He groaned as he opened his eyes. Putting a hand to his head he asked himself;
"Did I get kicked in the face by a horse?" It certainly felt like it. Another hangover- he should have been used to them by now... he had snippets of memories of the previous day, mourning over his bride's body, drinking, nightmares...drowning, Mikey tucking him up, sneaking downstairs for more alcohol while it sounded like Mikey was getting to bed.
"She's still dead..." He told himself, his hands trembling in front of him. He looked at them angry. making his breathing calmer, they steadied. He stood and ripped the curtains open, letting light pour into the room and he traversed the room in a split second to his Victorian style desk, taking out a quill and parchment.
"She's dead..." he repeated, making a note. "But why?" He held the quill so that the end of the red feather touched his white chin. "I will investigate the matter myself- the cops aren't going to solve this murder!" He declared feeling authority through independence...to himself once more, although, there was a little grey mouse sat in the corner looking quite mortified by the insane Way.
Gerard's eyes were caught by the movement of the mouse cleaning it's whiskers and he lunged towards it, still on his seat and shouted at it. The little mouse gave a squeal and ran into it's hole.
It was quite scared, though not petrified, but ran on through many dimly lit passage ways where the only light came in through gaps between the floor boards and under the walls. It came out in what seemed a more tranquil, enchanting room, welcoming even...the mouse crept in and wiped it's dark, shiny eyes with his delicate little pinkies.
The doors to the balcony were open and white curtains blew into the room in a warm breeze. Frank had his head in his hands sat on the edge of his bed, in deep thought. About the death, was it suicide, had it been Gerard? Was it someone else? Then there was Mikey. Had he imagined that moment of strong felt feeling jumping between them due to the fatigue? His head sunk further into his hands and the little mouse crept up to him. Frank opened his eyes and peered through his fingers at the tiny creature. It twitched its nose and blinked up at him, causing Frank a faint smile.

[Ali]

Please don't kill me for making Mikey and Frank feel gay.. it just happened

[Zombii Junkie SixSick6]

HA HA!
THE GAY MOMENT!
i found it rather funny!
;D