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Through A Soldier's Eyes Battle surrounded us, getting louder, they're closer now than they've been since the war started. It no longer looks like it'll be over by christmas. I've been here 5 months now, 5 months too long in my opinion, this hell hole isn't fit for even murderers, though i guess that's what we are now, cold blooded killers.
Memories of faces as people are mowed down brutally by machine guns. The look of knowledge in their eyes as their heart beats one last time. It's not just the opposition getting killed, it's our own men too, they lie waiting for death to come and spare them of the pain, in hospitals not nearly developed enough to save them. They too know at some point soon they will die, and most just accept it, see it as inevitable in war. Some though don't accept it, it's their cries that haunt your dreams and follow you into the deepest parts of your nightmares, as they prey to god that they will survive the night.
We have fa
Black Pariah _Chapter Eight_
He shoved his hands deep into the pockets, trying to pull the material further around him to help ward off the ice wind chill as he approached the corner store.
"Hmmm," the old woman said a she rang up the price of the plastic bottle and the four cans that were cheaper than a second bottle. "Anything else?" she snapped, not bothering to hide her disapproving tone.
Gerard's cheeks burned with embarrassment, making him lift a newspaper from the rack in front of the counter, "Uh, yeah this too."
He paid and left as fast as he could and scampered back to the safety of his room. Without even bothering to take off his jacket or put the bottle under the sink, he dumped the bag on the table. He sat down, wiping his hands along his grimy jeans, trying to stop the shakes and catch his breath so he could open the bottle.
Half a bottle later, he had calmed down enough to put his feet up on the table, sit back and settle himself in for the day. He caught sight of the paper he leaned forward ,
I'm Gonna Save You - Frerard 5"Okay, I'll ask him." Mikey said to the person on the other line of the phone. "Gee, Ray ask if you wanna go for a coffee or something like that, he misses you."
Gerard glared up from his comic and saw his little brother stand at the other end of the couch.
He had pretty much only been outside in their garden or at least very close the house the last month and he was oddly enough fine with that.
Ray was one of his best friends and he hadn't told him about the project with getting sober. His friends had been over a few times, but because it was summer they preferred to be outside, maybe down at the beach or stuff like that.
Gerard smiled at his brother and said he would go if he came too. Mikey nodded and agreed to meet down at the nearest Starbucks with Ray and their friend Bob.
About ten minutes later the brothers left and Gerard smiled when the wind blow his hair out is a giant mess. Normally he would get pissed when it happened, but now he just enjoyed the lovely weather.
Black Pariah _Chapter Nine_
He yelled in frustration, trying to get his cold numbed fingers to punch out the right sequence of numbers on the too small payphone buttons.
"Hey Buddy, Cut that shit out! " the bartender called over, half heartedly.
Gerard never paid him any heed; he was too busy praying this was still the right number, that this would work, this would answer his question, all the while dreading hearing that much longed for voice, feeling guilt for the longing, even throughout the horrified screams for his mother that echoed around his head.
"Hello, Mr Iero, Sir?" the young blue haired receptionist babbled into the phone with obvious relief threading through her voice.
"Um... no, sorry, I was just...... um, is he there? I was hoping to speak to him " the unfamiliar male voice stammered into the phone, he sounded upset.
Was this the call her boss had been waiting for before he took off? Could it be THE Gerard himself?
She knew the others voices and it wasn'
Five - 1 chapter
It was the first time I had ever been in a club like this one. I had always been that kind of guy who swore up and down to never set ones foot inside a bar like this one. But you can't say no when your best friend says that it is the only way he can get over his ex.
Well, that wasn't exactly what happened. He begged on his knees. Swearing like a crazy person and begged me to come with him. I kind of felt bad for him. He seemed obsessed with this. He had to go to this place. And nothing in the world was more important than this was. So as the good guy that I am, I said yes. But just to make that perfectly clear, I'm only going because he needs me, not because I want to or like a place like this. But because he looked so lost and sad. And maybe a tour to a bar like that could cure his broken heart.
Not likely, but if he wants to try, I'm not going to stop him.
And by the time I had said yes, I couldn't take it back. I had to go with him to this bar called five, a bar
Black Pariah _Chapter Eleven_
the desperate wail cut off as he throws up again ,it's good, get that poison out his system, Frank thought, trying not to retch himself as he perched on the edge of the hotel bath, his hand against Gerard's head to stop him from splitting his head open on the cold porcelain.
"that's it, get it all up , you'll feel better once it's out" Frank soothed.
After what seemed an eternity of retching and dry heaves Gerard seemed to have stopped, but hadn't spoken a word since the incoherent sobbing and rambling mumbles in the cab.
"Ger, you need to clean up, think you can get up?" Frank asked and suiting action to the question he helped haul him up and sat him on the edge of the tub as he closed the toilet lid and flushed yet again.
He took off Gerard's jacket and knelt on the tiled floor to untie his laces, the task becoming much easier as the dirty, frayed string snapped in his hands making the old worn leather slide off easily.
"huh! no socks?" he commented, Gerard only
He sat in the park on the bench smoking waiting for his friend, the sun set along go and the night air become nippy as he tried to warm himself up, "Hey Frankie!" came a voice behind him, Frank turned to the figure walked towards him,
"Hey Gee!" he said with a smile, "What's up?"
"Nothing can I bum a cigarette of you?"
"Sure" Frank handing him over the white cigarette and watch as the taller dark hair man popped it into his mouth and lit it up "I thought you don't smoke?"
"I didn't I just started!" he told him sitting next to him on the bench
"Not good once you start you can't stop!" Frank told him taking a deep breath and letting out a mixer of breath and smoke.
"Frank, how long have we known each other!" Asked Gerard looking at the swings
"Urrrrh 6 months 12 weeks and 14 day "
"Yeah, yeah! I get it do you trust me!" Frank turned to look at him
"Odd question yes of course I trust you, you trusted me right!"
"Yeah of course! Do you like me?"
"Yesss where is this going Gee?" asked
Way Down chapter 1***Gerard's POV***
"I miss you! I miss you so far! And the collision of your kiss, that made it so hard!" I screamed into the microphone while strutting my stuff across stage. It had been a while since we played Cemetery Drive live and it felt good playing it again. I think we all liked it. Frank was going crazy on the floor, Ray was rocking out his guitar solo, Bob was beating the heck out of the drums and Mikey was getting way more into it than I had ever seen. Normally he just walks around on stage bopping his head to the beat, but he looked as if he was in competition with Frank. "Way down, way down, way down..." I sang, but suddenly the background sounds became bare. Frank had stopped playing and shortly after so did Bob. I turned to look behind me and saw both Frank and Mikey on the floor. Frank was leaning over Mikey who lay motionless. I'd seen him fall before but he continued to play, and this time he wasn't. I dropped my microphone as Bob got out from behind the drumset. Fina
Black Pariah _Chapter Ten_
Gerard hung up the phone and stared at it. Now what?
He felt his pocket to make sure the fold of bills and small coins were still there, he hadn't checked in his headlong flight to find the nearest phone.
He turned and made his way to the greasy bar and hoisted himself up onto the stained red plush barstool.
"Bottle of bud and a JD " he told the indifferent bartender,sliding two folded bills across the bar,and tucking the rest of the meagre fold back into his jeans pocket.
May as well wait, see if he phones.
Frank was frantic, he felt like he was going crazy with anger, worry, frustration and grief - all underscored by guilt.
why the hell hadn't they heard from him by now?
Why hadn't anyone found him? -he and the guys had had everyone they knew keeping an eye open for Gerard and all this time nothing.
Then, just when he began to believe as the others did, that he was dead after all, right out the blue - a phone call, from some bar in a city he couldn't
Black Pariah _chapter two_
He drained the plastic bottle with loud pops of the thin bottle walls collapsing at THAT name dropping into his drunken haze.
Frank. Frankie, and so many other pet names they all used to use so casually, that now cut him to the quick just to think, even in the most private sections of his mind.
The empty bottle slid from his weak grasp to fall the few inches to the floor with a quiet hollow thud, as he finally managed to pass through the veil of memory and into a drunken dream filled sleep.
"Frankie, Frankie where are you?"
he called happily, wandering backstage on a warm sunny afternoon, his claret hair bright, and latest costume fitting perfectly, he felt great and looked better and oh! How he knew it, played on it even and knew exactly how to work the crowds of adoring fans and give photographers the special something extra they all wanted.
They had a great afternoon filming the latest video in what he felt was his best creation yet, he usually felt t
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