Chapter 1 (Frank's POV)

(This is my first ever fanfic, please don't moan at me! And sorry it's short!)

6:00am. The endlessly flashing, bright red numbers pierced into my now-photosensitive eyes as I slowly awoke from my dreamless slumber. I rose up and rubbed my eyes, and then I climbed out of my lovely warm bed regrettably and pulled on a Misfits tee and black skinnies. I trudged downstairs and noticed an eerie silence filled my open-plan living room/kitchen. Thank God for that, I thought. I switched the light on and slumped onto the sofa, grabbed the remote, switched on the TV and started to aimlessly flick through the channels until I found CNN. I always watched it when I woke up too early. It was like a routine. Then a story caught my attention.

"A picture of the infamous Belleville killer has been released by the NJPD today," it reported, "The killer is believed to be about 17 years old—" That's when I had paused my Sky+ box. Wow, I thought. He looked so evil, so...gorgeous. He had short platinum blonde, almost white hair, and beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to pierce into the depths of my soul. Oh. My. God. I then realised who it was. It was my old friend, Gerard Way! Wow, he's changed. He's gotten...attractive. Too attractive, in fact. I resumed my TV for more information.

"He has been seen around the local rock club, DirtBag, and is said to visit this location every Friday. Rumours suggest he waits for someone, an old friend maybe. We'll have more on this as it develops." I switched off my TV, practically hyperventilating. I checked the date on the calendar; Friday 27th September, 2006. I almost fainted. So, after college, I had to go to DirtBag. I needed to see if the rumours were true, and more importantly, I needed to see him. I checked the time. 8:06am. I sighed, grabbed my bag and Pansy, and left my house.

I trudged into college with his face imprinted into my mind. Why would he murder people? He wasn't that kind of guy! He must've gotten bored with drawing and singing, I thought, and then I giggled quietly at my newly-acquired dark humour. Don't tell that joke to anyone. Not even Bob, I told myself as I met up with Ray, Bob and Mikey. Mikey ran from his home about the same time as Gerard. Gerard was his brother, you see. Then I decided to tell them about my shocking discovery.

"Frank?" Ray pulled me back to Earth. "You okay?"

Here goes nothing. "No. No I'm not. You see, I was watching CNN, at about 6 o'clock—"

"Oh, God, Frankie!" Bob sighed. "I told you not to watch that shit!"

"Lemme finish! Anyway, a story popped up about the Belleville killer, saying they found a picture of him and—" I looked around and took a deep breath, "its Gerard. Gerard Way, from high school!"

"What?" Ray boomed. "That's not the Gerard I knew!"

"It's the Gerard I knew." Mikey sighed heavily. "He always said he's 'get revenge on the world', and I never quite knew what he meant. Until now." Mikey then collapsed into tears and I rushed over to soothe him. "H-he had a h-hit list he used to keep under his pillow," he sniffed, "and I've been crossing off the people as they've d-died. It's m-matched so far. Even the order h-has been the same." He then wailed into my neck as I rubbed his bony spine.

Now I needed to see Gerard more than ever.