You know what they do to guys like us in prison

Chapter 2

The ghost of you

Gerard and Quente became very close over the next few months, he would help out at the restaurant, the business hadn't really taken off yet but it was about to, he could feel it. It had taken weeks for Quentes' parents to accept and trust him but when they did, he found himself trusting them too. The family atmosphere made him think of Mikey. He would have hated it there. Mikey never really liked anyone in his business, except Gerard. Gerard spent a lot of days guilty about leaving but Quente dulled the pain. She made him laugh and her beautiful yet tragic artwork made him want to cry. She was truly an artist, she said the same to him when he showed her his comics that he'd drawn up, and the music he sang. They were practically joined together at the hip; everyone would joke about how they'd end up married. l They'd laugh it off at first but after they got together they'd just smile adoringly at each other. Sometimes they'd say "We are married!" just to give the locals heart attacks.

Live was good. And then it ended and for the first time, Gerard did not find blood fascinating in the least.

Gerard woke first in a cold sweat. He quietly washed his face in the sink downstairs and checked the clock. 2:58 pm. Gerard wondered distractedly if the others would get up soon.

"Nightmare?" Came the drawl from the front door. Lady was standing with at least six bags full to the brim, Gerard decided to help her taking four bags

"Memories" he said simply and Lady squeezed his shoulder

"Well go wake those sloths, I've your new clothes, and they're fabulous so don't give me any sass!" she continued

Gerard scoffed "Since when have I been sassy"

"I myself am personally offended" Came Mikeys voice from the doorway that led to the guest room "Sloths? Really?"

"Who cares, I wanna see the new outfits!" Frank bounced into the room, followed by his less than enthusiastic team mates

Lady pulled out a garment from her bag "I hope you guys don't mind matching"

Gerard looked in the mirror; he was almost unrecognizable even to himself. The black band of makeup across his eyes had been replaced by black eye-shadow and his long black hair had been cropped short and dyed white. His once bare hands were now covered with leather gloves. His black dress shirt with red tie and black jeans had been replaced with a black marching band outfit. The rest of them were in similar attire though Mikeys marching jacket went down longer than the others and had a thick belt at the waist. Frank tore the sleeves off his (much to Ladys' chagrin) to reveal white and black softer fabric with a cross that was sewn onto the shoulder courtesy of Lady. Bobs was more of a jumper than a jacket and Rays was pretty standard, like Gerard's. All of them had their MCR bands taken off their arms (for is there any more of a giveaway than their gang name on them?) Of all of them, Mikey had probably the most unrecognizable. His huge glasses were replaced with contact lenses and lots of black smudged around his chocolate brown eyes. His beloved beanie was taken away, leaving his now black hair combed to the front. He looked a hell of a lot more dangerous. Franks hair had already been growing out so they just dyed it all black and removed all extravagant make up and even his earrings. Bob combed his hair to the front in a side fringe and Ray tamed his fro with gel. They didn't look much different but they were skilled in the art of blending in so it really wasn't a problem.

They spent the rest of the week with Lady before parting ways with her.

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"What now?" Frank asked as they stopped at the edge of the forest

"We're gonna have to lay low for a while, no outlandish stunts" Mikey said, looking at Gerard

"Mikeys right, and don't worry I won't get drunk and do something stupid, I'm not an alcoholic anymore" Gerard said honestly and they all nodded once and made their way for a motel. It was going to be a while before anything fun would happen. Oh how wrong they were.

They stayed a month in the motel before packing their bags, even with the disguises; it was dangerous to stay in one place for too long. Unfortunately they were too late.

"There are cops outside!" Frank said from the window, they'd all heard the sirens and were already ready to leave.

"Let's leave them a surprise" Gerard grinned and set fire to the room as they left, the fire spread faster than anticipated and they soon took to crawling along the floor as to not choke on the smoke. Gerard opened the door that they knew lead to the outside door and they all rushed out, Bob was the last to leave and as he did the flames licked at his arm and he tried not to scream, biting down hard on an cloth covered knife to mute his anguish.

"We'll take care of it later, let's go!" Bob assured his worried team who had all frozen as he ripped off his own sleeve to reveal third degree burns.

But it was too late and they were surrounded. It was blur as they were arrested, even as they were question Gerard was shocked, he said nothing but he didn't need to; all the evidence over the years piled against them and they were thrown into separate cells. Left to rot. Gerard didn't even look up at his cellmate, he stared blankly at the grimy wall for what must have been hours. He felt numb.

Then his cellmate spoke "Welcome to hell"

Gerard looked up at the well-built man that towered over Gerard who was sitting "Hell, hmm I expected more of a burning sensation"

The large man just grinned sharkishly at him "Okay smartass, let's see you keep that wit in here" and he went back to what he was doing before. Gerard went back to doing nothing.