A thousand bodies piled up, I never thought would be enough, to show you just what I've been thinking… and I'll keep on making more, just to prove that I adore, every inch of sanity, all I'm asking for is…

All Poison saw was darkness; however, he assumed the place was on fire, since smoke was filling his lungs and gradually choking him, and his skin was scorching hot. A mysterious, chilling shiver ran down his spine as an eerie, malicious laughter echoed around his surroundings. Poison gulped tightly, then daringly sneered, "come out, whoever you are!"

There was no response. Poison impatiently waited, while wondering where he'd ended up. Perhaps it was…

Lava shot up from the black, ash-covered ground, lighting up the cave-like place in a bright, ferocious red. More smoke rose from the vents enclosing him, and Poison coughed at the horrendous taste of the chemicals entering his throat.

He heard an evil snicker behind him; turning around instantly, he noticed a pair of glowing red eyes staring at him. The eyes, slightly darker than Poison's, stared at him intensely, and Poison could make out two large, sharp black horns that greatly contrasted the flaming orange-red lava spewing out behind him. Is this… the Devil?

Though he knew the beast could kill him any moment, Poison stood his ground. "What do you want?" He shouted at the monster, courageously meeting his gaze.

The Devil gave a wicked chuckle. "Hmm… Perhaps you like to make a deal with me?" He sneered, presenting his two ugly, jagged yellow teeth.

Poison glared at him, and the gazes of the two crimson eyes became locked. "What deal? Tell me more." Curious, he demanded the Devil with a menacing voice, with his two vampire teeth digging into his lower lip almost to the point of drawing out blood.

The Devil's eyes glowed with anticipation, and from his throat came a sickly, deep growl. "Your lover… she is still alive…" he hissed at the vampire. "You're… you are not lying to me, right?" His hands instinctively reached for the guns on his belt, only to find empty space. Poison snarled in anger and mistrust, and asked again. "You are not lying, right!?"

"Would I get any good from lying?" The Devil questioned Poison with that same bone-chilling voice.

Poison thought about it; it was worth a try. A glimmer of hope broke through his rage-filled eyes; if she's still alive, maybe he'll see her again…

"What's the deal?" He begged at the creature, his voice frantic.

"You may see your lover again… once you kill a thousand evil men." The Devil let out a thunderous, malevolent cackle.

Poison didn't hesitate to respond; his blind mind told him that it was worth a shot, and he had to be with his lover. "I accept the deal." He told the Devil with a firm voice, with a frown of mixed sorrow and joy displayed on his face.

"Good… good… good…" Poison could hear slow, impressed clapping and thunderous cackling from the monster, who had now disappeared behind the shoots of lava. Poison suddenly felt as if he were drifting upwards, and a blinding light forced him to shut his eyes…

From now on, Poison is gone. You, my fellow vampire friend, shall only be known as Gerard Arthur Way.

Gerard sat up, his eyes suddenly flashing open and again revealing its beautiful blood-red. He shook his foggy head around, trying to make sense of his fuzzy surroundings. He noticed he was sitting on a rotting black wooden bench, and the buildings around him seemed crumpled and grey, almost like the skeletons of the city structures distributed all over the desert. Cranking his sore neck and groaning in pain, he soon discovered a leather business suitcase by his side. Reaching towards it, he flipped open the locks, and unzipped the suitcase, lifting the upper section.

The suitcase was mostly empty; there were ten packs of cigarettes inside (something Gerard was very pleased with), a lighter, two black pistols, and a mirror. Gerard picked up the mirror, wondering why it was there in the first place.

Woah. He was quite shocked at his new appearance; now, his flaming red hair was completely replaced by countless lush, semi-long, jet black strands that dangled down to his shoulders in unclean cuts. It was still quite messy, but let's just say that Gerard was very fond of the color. The blood stains on his face remained, but now his pale vampire skin was basically white, as if he had been living in this grey, gloomy ghost-town for all his life. A black suit and red tie took the spot of where his stolen BL/ind jacket once was, and his skinny jeans (as well as his eyebrows) were also in the darkest shade of the color spectrum. A thick stream of red eyeliner surrounded his crimson eyes. Not bad, he thought to himself as he smirked with delight.

He admired his beauty for a moment, before shivering as the Devil whispered in his ear,

Now, Gerard, go kill 1,000 evil men.