It was all very strange, Gerard was used to your average kind of dreams... Flying, nudity in public places, the odd, Mikey phone call induced, riding a unicorn dream...don't ask!...but this was different. Comic book colours and strange new characters ran through his mind, a hero, a villain, places, the whole damn story unfolded within the dream! Then Gerard woke up!

"AT LAST" he shouted, leaping from his messy bed, and rushing to the kitchen...cos as much as he just wanted to start drawing, he still HAD to get a coffee first. Waiting for the nectar of life to finish brewing, Gerard grinned to himself, planning his day, or rather, that of his main character... Click, DONE, pour, drink, pour another,... and relax.

Gerard sighed, coffee in hand, and headed to his messy desk...he could tidy tomorrow. Setting his precious coffee carefully down, he sat in the, to be honest, somewhat uncomfortable wheelie chair, pulled a fresh sheet of crisp white paper in front of him, picked up his sharpest pencil, and began to draw.

First frame- a boy, about 18, running down an alleyway. He had this weird, faux, Mohawk thing, and bright, scared, hazel eyes. Reaching a sudden dead end, he stopped, turning on the spot, gasping for air, as his pursuers skidded to a halt a few meters away, grinning like idiots. "Well, you got me..." The boy trailed of, backing towards the wall...