Hey people! Thank you for choosing to read Journey with the Black Parade. As you can guess through the title, this story features the My Chemical Romance CD: The Black Parade. Which means this is a songfic. But don't make that turn you away, the songs are a story itself so it should be pretty interesting. Also if you have the privilege of listening to this amazing CD, listen to it while reading, it's so much better than just reading the lyrics. So I'll stop blabbering so you can R&R please! Note: Lyrics in Italics.

Dan's eyes snapped open and he looked around his hospital room. He'd almost forgotten where he was, but it all came back to him. He came in for surgery on his ribs because of a serious ghost fight. But while the doctor was in there, he found a complication in Dan's heart.

"It seems you have cancer, Mr. Fenton. And it spread to your heart." Dan recalled the doctor saying.

He sat up in bed and snatched his information card off the foot of the bed.

DANIEL J. FENTON

AGE: 32

DIAGONIS: CANCER

TREATMENT: CHEMOTHREAPY

LIFE EXPENTACY: --

Dan couldn't read the last part. Even though it had been a few days it still came as a shock to him how life can end on such short notice. He'd been thinking lately about his own death. To tell the truth, he was afraid to die. He had no idea what would happen when, well, it happened. Would it happen in his sleep? Would he just suddenly collapse? He didn't know and wasn't prepared. He wished somehow there was something that could prepare him for it. Either that or something that would make him live longer.

He sighed,

Dan- "Now come one, come all to this tragic affair,

Wipe off that make up, what's in is despair,

So throw on the black dress mix in with the lot,

You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not,

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see,"

He looked at his refection in the mirror then turned away,

"You can find out first hand what its like to be me.

So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye,

I'd encourage your smiles!

And expect you won't cry!"

He started walking around his room a little and snapping his fingers,

"Another contusion my funeral jag,

Is my resignation I'll serve it in drag,

You've got front row seats to the penitent's ball,

When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!

I say Yeah, yeah, yeah! I say Yeah, yeah, yeah!

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, say,

Save me!

Get me the hell out of here!

Save me!

Too young to die and my dear,

You can't,

If you can hear me just walk away and…"

He paused, and a burst of energy hit him.

"YEAH!"

It was strange, ever since he'd been diagnosed and hospitalized, he'd sometimes feel like mocking people or was happy about something. He just figured it was "pre-death jitters". He started putting a little more bounce to his step.

"And if your heat stops beating

I'll be here wondering

Did you get what you deserve?

The ending of your life

And if you get to heaven

I'll be here waiting, babe

Did you get what you deserve?

The end, and if your life won't wait

Then your heart can't take this

Have you heard the news that you're dead?

No one ever had much nice to say

I think they never liked you anyway

Oh take me from the hospital bed

Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned.

And wouldn't it be great If we were dead?

Ohh dead.

Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish

You never fell in love

Did you get what you deserve?

The ending of your life

And if you get to heaven

I'll be here waiting, babe

Did you get what you deserve?

The end, and if your life won't wait

Then your heart can't take this

Have you heard the news that you're dead?

No one ever had much nice to say

I think they never liked you anyway

Oh take me from the hospital bed."

He made a gun with his fingers and put it to his head,

"Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand and wouldn't it be great if we were dead!"

Then he took on a double personality and acted as the doctor and himself.

" "And in my honest observation,

During this operation,

Found a complication in your heart,

So long.

Cause now you've got,

Maybe just two weeks to live…."

Is that all the both of you can give?!?!?!?"

He started playing air guitar and having a little fun. He danced around, hopped up and down then finally flopped down on his bed.

"1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4."

Dan then started jumping up and down on his hospital bed.

"La la la laa la, lala lala laa la, lala lala la la laaaaaa. Well, C'mon! La la la laaa la, lala la la looor la, lala la la la la laaaa. Oh mf! If life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing? If life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing? If life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing? If life ain't just a joke, then why am I dead!?!"

He kicked a pillow in the air and shot it with an ectoblast.

"DEAD!"

And as if on cue, a blonde nurse opened the door to what looked like a chicken murder scene. Feathers and cotton floated everywhere in the room for being ripped apart by Dan's blast. Dan stood smiling guiltily atop his bed in the middle of the mess.

With a bit of hesitation and confused look on her face, the nurse finally spoke.

"Um…Mr. Fenton, you have a call from your sister. Do you want to take it in the lounge or in…" She paused and took a look around the room, "here?"

Dan also took a glance around the room at the feathery-cottony mess and decided to take his call in the less messy lounge. He followed the blonde girl out into the hall and slowly closed the door behind him with a wide smile.

Okay, so lemme just say chapters might not be the longest thing ever. So, because of that, I'm going to try my hardest to spit out a chapter every few days so it stays entertaining. If you don't think this is interesting so far, just wait it's only the beginning and Dan hasn't even met "death" yet. 'Til next chapter!

DDH