Chapter One - Amy's mouse

It was an average day in the land of Donnington. Birds were singing, the sun was shining..and Amy Lee was screaming.

'AHH! WHAT IS THIS, THIS THING! SHAKIRRAAAAAA! GET IT OUT! OUT I SAY!' She screeched as she jumped around on the table top, staring down in horror at the dead mouse her cat, Mr Tubbington, had recently brought in. Gerard Way, her husband and Mayor of Donnington, watched with an amused smirk as his wife jumped around. She looked like she's dancing on hot coals, he thought. The idea pleased him.

Shakira, their Spanish maid, finally appeared in the doorway with an exasperated look on her face. She took one fleeting look at the situation and adopted a similar expression to Gerard's.

'What? This little thing?' she asked with an innocent voice as she bent down to pick up the mangled corpse. Her expression showed even more delight as she dangled it in Amy's heart-shaped face. 'This little thing cannot hurt you, Miss Lee!' She half chanted half sung in her thick Spanish accent. 'Its just a little mouse!'

Amy looked Shakira straight in the eyes and said in an icy cold voice 'Shakira. I do not care whether it's a mouse or not. I want it out. NOW.'

Without another word, Shakira scuttled out of the room, clutching the long dead mouse. Amy glared at her husband as she climbed down from the table, shaking out her hair. 'Would it have killed you to help me instead of standing there with that smug look on your face!?' she hissed, glaring at Gerard, who was now suppressing the urge to burst out laughing.

'Help? Now why would I do that when I could just stand and watch you make a fool out of yourself, as per usual.' He sneered back at her, anger building up. AmY stepped up to him, also getting very, very angry. Her voice was low and menacing as she said

'Now listen here you son of a bitch-,' just at that moment, their butler Louis Spence popped his head round the door. 'Darling, is everything ok?! I heard screaming and I ran all the way here! Oh...Is everything alright in here?' He pushed the door all the way open now, showing the couple his naked chest and skimpy towel wrapped around his waist, threatening to fall off and show them both something they didn't want to see. Gerard sighed, he should have expected this. Louis seemed to take every opportunity to appear at the most inconvenient times. And almost all of which, with very little clothing on.

They backed away from each other and turned towards their butler. 'Oh, it does seem you came as fast as possible.' Gerard observed, taking in the beads of water running from his hair down his chest. Louis, seeming oblivious to Gerard's cold stare, smiled and pretended to be embarrassed. 'I was in the shower, but heard Miss Amy's shouts. I didn't want her to be in any sort of danger,' he shot a look at Gerard, 'So I ran straight here.'

Amy gave Louis the smile Gerard remembered her giving him when they were in love. 'Oh Louis darling, everything's fine! I just got a bit of a shock, that's all.' She explained, walking towards him.

'Oh thank god for that! You had me worried Miss Amy!' She gave him a cheeky look,

'How many times Louis? Just Amy, friends don't address each other formally.' She embraced him, getting far too close for Gerard's liking.

Gerard coughed, staring straight into Louis eyes as he half hugged half groped his wife. 'Well, if that's all, then I see nothing stopping you from getting back into that nice, cold shower.'

Louis slowly released Amy from the embrace, trailing his hands across her hips as he did so.

'Oh, I guess I should. So sorry to interrupt' Louis strutted out of the room, closing the door a little louder than necessary.

'Getting a it jealous are we, Gerard?' Amy asked, her voice dripping with venom, before sauntering out, leaving Gerard all alone.