And we'll love again, we'll laugh again, we'll cry again, and we'll dance again! And it's better off this way, so much better off this way; I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed! And never again, and never again, they gave us two shots to the back of the head, and we're all dead now.

"You… you're the last evil man…"

"No! That can't be! If I died, how would I still see Helena again!?"

"Oh, trust me, my friend… soon, you will realize the truth!"

The Devil's voice faded into silence, and Gerard was once more surrounded by that same unnerving darkness. Then, out of nowhere, the memories began to creep into his head, piling up until the bomb inside him started ticking off. The people that he'd killed… so many lives taken… biting into Helena… killing for enjoyment… The blood… the guns… the screaming… the twisted satisfaction… The scenes of Draculoids falling to the ground, the desperate screaming of Helena as his fangs battered her body, all those bullets, all that blood…

For all you've done, you are the last evil man…

It was a lie. He was given a lie.

What a shame; how stupid was he to trust the Devil!? But it was all too late; he'd never be able to regain his innocence and undo his actions, the lives he'd taken. He would be forever in hell…

He'd never see Helena again.

No… no… no, my angel…

But he knew he had to do it… Maybe it'll at least silence his constant nightmares…

You're the last evil man…

You're the last evil man…

You're the…

His voice was drowned out by Helena's desperate screaming.

Gerard sat up, gasping in horror and anguish. He is the last evil man; for hopes of seeing one person again, he had taken the lives of nine hundred ninety-nine. He had become a selfish, greedy, twisted man, far away from the fabulous Killjoy that he once was. He knew he deserves to die, he deserves to never see his lover again; he deserves to forever burn in hell.

Haha, fuck it. It's time to hang 'em high. Make a show with his dead body, eh? He was nothing but a sad song with nothing to say, so why should've anything mattered, and why should he have tried in the first place? Just gun it. He's not holding on anymore; it's time to leave this world of shotgun sinners and wild-eyed jokers behind. (Yes, the Riot were annoying the fuck out of Gerard.) He'd kiss her lips, but now, it's too much too late, and he can't. He wondered if he should at least try to save her heart, or see what her inside thoughts of him may be, but now, all he could say was that he'd encourage her smiles, and he'd expect her not cry. Perhaps he'd drown himself in misery tonight, if she wears out all her dancing shoes this time. But, did she even know of his existence during all this while?

He got out from his bed, and grabbed a pistol lying close by. Loud, heavy music was turned on right after, revealing its depressing lyrics of misery.

Back home, off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun?
Staring down a loaded gun…

So, I won't stop dying
Won't stop lying;
If you want I'll keep on crying!
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for!?

He could feel a slight tingling of terror as the voice, so familiar to his own, started whispering "way down…" repeatedly. The voice progressed in loudness, until a final scream of "WAY DOWN!" that tore into his heart and shattered him.

Suddenly pressing the 'pause' button, he stopped the music. 'Way down' would be his fate soon. Deliberately shutting his eyes, he leaned down and drew in a few cycles of breaths, trying to calm the abrupt turmoil boiling inside him. As his heartbeat drew back to normal, a giggly feeling rushed back into his untamable brain. Very slowly, he got back up and walked to the steel bar. He unlocked the victim from his hostage, causing the animal to crumple to the bloody carpet due to its weakened legs. Smiling, Gerard slowly crouched down in front of his tortured Draculoid, and whispered to the victim, "hey, you wanna see some entertainment?"

The victim feebly opened his eyes, and blankly stared at Gerard, who was pointing the muzzle of his gun in a suicide position. Unsurprised (the former Draculoid knew very well of Gerard's mental state), the animal said nothing as the two exchange glances.

There was a moment of silence, before Gerard's impatience grew out of control. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!?" Gerard snapped at the frail, severely injured man, his eyes turning just a bit more bloodshot as a burst of anger exploded inside him. Startled at the vampire's sudden outbreak of fury, the victim gradually nodded.

Gerard sighed in relief and hunched over for a brief second, before giving another debonair smile at his victim. "Oh, I bet you'll enjoy this…" he murmured with a dark chuckle, pressing the gun to the back of his head. "After this is over, leave." He closed his eyes, and drew in a final breath…

Pang-pang.

He pulled the trigger two times.

1,000.

Down, and down we go, and down we go, and down we go, AND WE ALL, FALL, DOWN! I TRIED! I TRIED!...

But I lied. I lied.

He was falling towards somewhere hot. He could see flames; scorching, red-hot fires were shooting up at him, trying to tug him further down with each strike. This is it, he assured himself as his mind flooded itself with serenity. His mindset had strangely changed; he could feel no fear, no passion, no anger, no need for revenge, no sadness, no misery, no happiness… nothing but peace. Finally, the living nightmare will end, and the haunting memories will all disappear. At last, I shall descend to my doom; at last, through fortune and fame, I shall fall and go to hell. He shut his eyes, waiting to plummet down to the sweltering lava down below. Though he felt numb, he could still smell and feel the wet blood still pouring out from the bullet-hole created from the two shots he gave at the back of his head.

Tell the judge that I'm innocent! Tell the jury I'm no one at all… A voice of panic squeaked in his head, though soon silenced by the eerie quietude. Perhaps this was tragic with a capital T, but… let it be.

"Gerard Arthur Way."

Gerard calmly opened his eyes, as he continued to descend. Standing right in front of him were two phantoms, dressed in black-and-white marching band outfits and staring at him with divine smiles on their faces. They were almost transparent, and their voices sounded so hollow, but Gerard knew they were real and not just hallucinations.

One of the phantoms reached out to him, gently grabbing his hands. A strange and somewhat chilly tingle ran down Gerard's spine as the phantom, with an almost non-existent touch, stroked his skin. Who are you? Curious and amazed at their marvelous, almost saintly presence, Gerard tried to ask the phantoms, but no voice came out. Still, the phantoms seemed to read his mind as he kept on drifting downwards, closer and closer to hell.

"You have no need to know who we are; you will soon find out. We are here to grant you the privilege of seeing your lover again..."

Their splendid, soothing voices echoed around his mind as his falling seemed to stop. The phantoms slowly faded away, and with a flash, the darkness and flames engulfing him turned into a blinding ray of sunshine. Gerard quickly shut his eyes, covering his eyelids with one of his hands.

The bright light seemed to die down as he felt himself lying in the arms of someone warm… That breath-taking perfume, those soft, angelic fingers that made small circles on his face as they tenderly stroked…

Gerard opened his eyes to the sight of her glorious splendor.

"Helena, my angel…" He whispered weakly at his ethereal lover. Helena stared down at him, a loving yet forlorn smile on her face as tears gathered in her beautiful crimson eyes.

"Poison, my love…" She murmured tenderly, her voice cracking as she called his name. "I miss you so much…"

The smell of blood was gone; however, Gerard could still feel the strength leaving his body. It felt as if invisible hands were suffocating and drowning him, and knew that although the beings he saw were possibly angels, he was still dying in some way. All he could do was pray to be granted more time with his lover, as a final, sorrow-filled goodbye. "Helena, my sweetheart… listen to me…" He gazed up at her with pleading eyes. Helena, with tears clouding her vision, nodded as she fingered his greasy black, terribly cut hair.

"Helena… remember, after I'm gone… Be the savior of the broken, the beaten and… the… damned… bring back the humanity of BL/ind's victims, please-" choking, he stopped for a moment, gasping for air. He begged at the damned invisible hand that constricted his throat, please… just a few more moments… Temporarily regaining a bit of strength, he continued, "destroy the remains of BL/ind… promise me… please, my lovely angel… promise me…"

A brokenhearted tear finally plunged to his face. "I- I promise, my love," she shakily whispered to him, leaning down to give the shivering Gerard more warmth. Gerard looked up at her with an affectionate glance, smiling at her fragile beauty, as more droplets fell onto him. With a quivering hand, he reached up and gently wiped away the streaks of water flowing down her cheeks, comforting her as he then stroked the bags under her eyes. "C'mon angel, don't you cry… c'mon angel, don't you cry…" he hoarsely breathed, while continuing the caressing movements with trembling hands. Although it may sound twisted, he found it comforting to see that she still loved him enough to weep. Back in his solitude, he thought he'll die alone- live and breathe and die alone. Flashes of their fondest memories raced in his head, bringing intense melancholy as he thought about their kisses in the desert, and all the embraces they've had over the few years they have been together. The taste of revenge may have been sweet as hell, but nothing's sweetness could ever compare to her honeycomb scent.

"Look alive, sunshine… Don't be afraid to keep on living… don't be afraid, even if you walk this world alone… Remember, my angel, that I still love you, like I did yesterday, and I will forever love you… I-I really wish I could sing you to sleep, but now, my lovely-" He leaned sideways and coughed violently, as the invisible hand's grasp tightened and last of his life began to seep away. Helena, frowning with torment and sadness, bent down and tried to ease his pain by kissing his lips. Gerard's eyes crinkled as the kiss deepened and Helena's affection entirely consumed him. I'll miss you, my lovely Helena, he thought to himself. But it's time for me to go…

Fighting the urge to cry, he feebly pushed Helena away, and sniffling, she sat up again. "No, Poison, don't leave me," she dreadfully pleaded between sobs, gazing down in sadness as she continued to tightly clutch Gerard in her arms. Now, even Gerard couldn't stop the waterfalls spilling down her face. But, did she even know a thing about his sins? Oh, how the misery begins…

Gerard stared into her eyes with a loving gaze, and after stroking her delicate face one final time, he softly whispered, "Helena, my beautiful… angel… don't you cry…" Drawing in a final breath, he shut his eyes, hoping her gorgeous crimsons would be the last thing he ever saw before his eternal sleep.

Saints, protect her now… Come, angels of the Lord… Come, angels of unknown…

He exhaled.

So Long, and Good Night.

Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo!

If you say goodbye today, I'd ask you to be true… 'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you…

'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.