{Authors Note/Disclaimer: Okay, first of all, THIS IS FAN-FICTION. Fiction isn't real, so please don't take this seriously. If you have a problem, you don't have to read it. My friend and I, who are writing this, have no desire to harm/hurt any member of MCR, or their families. This is just a story we made up, we are not crazy. Promise. We are writing this for the purpose of writing and being creative. Opinions expressed in this story may or may not be opinions we have in real life. All in all, this isn't something you should go all crazy about. If you like the show Criminal Minds, and also happen to like MCR, you may actually enjoy this. But if you plan on reading this just to bash us, then don't even bother. Thank you very much.
On another note, my friend and I have no ownership of the show Criminal Minds, or any band member of MCR. Basically, if you come across a character you have never heard of, chances are we made them up for the story.}
It started out as a simply, and quiet night. The right time for sleeping – but when wasn't it the right time for sleeping? Sometimes all you can do is sleep. Especially when your husband is away at an art show that you weren't allowed to because you were supposed to take care of the child. Then again, that's what a mother had to do, figured the tattooed mother. It was almost midnight, and young Bandit had finally gone to sleep after hours of watching the television. But where was dear Gerard? Probably still at the art exhibit – or maybe it was already over and he was already on his way home. In any case, Lindsey was tired, and she could barely keep her eyes open to watch the television. She didn't even have the strength to actually look for the control and press the power button, so she kind of curled up in along with the blankets and closed her eyes. The warm fuzzy feeling she always got when she was about to fall into a deep sleep was overcoming her body and it felt quite amazing. With Bandit asleep, and no one else to worry about, this was actually quite perfect. Well, it looked perfect. Just have to wait a few minutes, and make sure that Gerard won't get here anytime soon. But of course, he won't. He's probably too busy looking at everything at the exhibit, and not worrying about his life at home. Granted, Gerard probably forgot all about everything else when it came to admiring the beauty that could be put into the world by feeling lost and hopeless.
To be honest, that was one of the many things that I always found interesting about him. Gerard Way always managed to be able to put forth all of the things that hurt him and create something to help someone else overcome something relatable and make them realize that the world wasn't as bland and meaningless as it sometimes seemed it was. Life was a giant joke though, as far as I could see things. Why be with someone if you don't necessarily love them? Why waste away your life instead of being happy. Many people did this and, well. I couldn't understand it for the life of me. I mean, I knew he was happy with this slut and everything, but there seemed to be no chemistry between the two. And besides, Gerard always seemed a whole lot happier when he was away from Lindsey. The view from the closet in their room had been amazing. I could literally see everything in the room – the television, the bathroom, Lindsey was lying in her bed sleeping with the light from the t.v. was being reflected off of the light blue sheets. Her dark locks covered the white pillow, and she seemed to be asleep. It would be safe to give it another few minutes, just to make sure she was completely asleep so she wouldn't be able to wake up and scream before I managed to get close to her. "You deserve to die." I muttered, mostly to myself. There was also the small, hidden part of me that wished that she knew what was going to happen to her. So she would be scared, and beg for mercy.
I couldn't contain my excitement anymore, though. I had been waiting for this ever since I was a kid, growing up listening to My Chemical Romance and despising this chick's band. How could two totally different world like that collide and actually work out? Of course, there had always been that 'opposites attract' thing, but that was usually only true with positives and negatives in science. Magnets. The works. Gerard and Lindsey? They were too different to even be considered workable. Fuck, their high school careers had been different – Lindsey was a bully and Gerard had been the only being bullied. Their music was different. My Chemical Romance was about making it through life, knowing that things would eventually get better. Mindless Self Indulgence was about hating everyone and wishing everyone would die and shit. Oh yeah, I could totally see how these two would fall in love and work through everything like a good couple. "Things get better, Lindsey!" "No they don't, Gerard! Shut the fuck up!" okay, well, that was just how I would imagine it to work out. But who gave a flying fuck? I knew it, most of the fans knew it.
The only person who didn't seem to get it through his think head was Gerard. I did try to convince him of it one day, casually running into him at a local Starbucks. He said Lindsey was perfect and amazing; but I beg to differ. And now? Not it was my turn to show him for real. Without Lindsey to have to blind him from the truth, things should go according to plan. In fact, I don't know why, but knowing that Lindsey was a bully, I always kind of imagined that she bullied Gerard in being with her. Being a victim of it in high school, I don't think he would have wanted to go through the whole experience of it all over again, so he just sort of caved and went along with it.
I looked around in the closet, gently running my hands over the fabric – oh yeah, I remember this shirt. Oh, and these pants, the belt. The vest, the sweater. And suddenly, there was a knock in the window. My instincts kicked in, and I froze. I was cold on the outside, but my insides were burning and I was shaking, holding onto nothing but the thick air that was surrounding me. There continued to be a few more hits on the window, and that's when I got the courage to look outside the door – it was… water? Rain. It had started raining. I got scared for no reason. That wasn't exactly true. I was hiding inside of Lindsey and Gerard Way's closet, waiting for the right time to strike, so I had a reason to be scared. What if Gerard got home early, or Bandit got up from her slumber and walked in on me?
Luckily, Lindsey had begun to snore a little which indicated that it was the right time to strike. I slowly stood up from my hiding place in the closet, being careful not to knock anything over that was on the floor of the room. There was a light crackling sound coming from the outside, and I assumed it was the branches of the trees against the window. Then there were slight flashes of light. A thunder and lightning storm – perfect for the mood. To be honest, the silence dragged on for what seemed like forever. Even my breathing seemed to amplify itself. I felt like I was on stage, in front of thousands of people, and all they could hear was me; all eyes on me. This was bad, and I felt guilty, but it was too late to do anything about it now. I couldn't go back, not now. It was too close – it was now or never. Lindsey's neck was beautifully uncovered by the blanket, and her eye lids were moving. She was having a dream. I could tell because her eye balls were moving from side to side. "Oh, come now Lindsey. Might as well face your killer once before you die."