Disclaimer: Although based loosely on the song 'Hang 'em High', the June 2005 Rocksound photoshoot, and the somewhat apparent fight between The Used and MCR, I own nothing from this story. None is true, so don't you sue!

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We did a bad thing. There he was, lying on the dark ground, his crimson life-force leaking out of the bullet hole that Gerard had just put in his chest. We had killed a man.

"We just killed him," I blurted out. "We really fucking did it." I was standing next to Gerard, eyes wide in disbelief. Gerard's hand was extended, still pointing the gun that was smoking.

"The bastard deserved it," he spat. "No one kills a member of My Chemical Romance and fucking gets away with it."

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Katherine Reilly, but call me Kat. No one calls me Katherine. Last guy that tried that got a nice Italian neck-tie. The guy with the gun was my boyfriend/partner in crime, Gerard Way. We were the Bonnie and Clyde of 2005, if you will. My Chemical Romance was what we called our little group of friends, so it was basically a gang. There was Frankie, Mikey, Ray, Gerard, and myself. We were basically a band of modern-day mobsters. It's not like we really even did anything though. Normally we would just rob convenient stores and sell acid or some shit like that, but tonight was different.

"What are we going to do with him?" I asked, sounding slightly afraid. Gerard put his arm down and sighed.

"Shit, I don't know. You got a lighter or something?" I nodded as I pulled my cigarette lighter out of my front pocket.

"You don't have any fuel though. He's not going to burn that good."

"I know, but if we put some dry leaves or something on top the fire will eventually spread."

"Good, not only are we going to get arrested for murder, but for arson, too!"

"No we won't. Did you wear your shoes?" I looked at my feet and saw how my shoes didn't quite fit. We all wore shoes at least a size bigger, so in case we ever left foot prints, the cops would never know it was us.

"Uh huh."

"And did you touch anything with your bare hands?"

"No."

"Then we should be good." Gerard grabbed some leaves with his cloth-covered hands and threw them over the body. "So long, you bastard," Gerard said as he lit the leaves. I stood there, my eyes fixated on the inflamed corpse in front of me, and the events of the past week came flooding through my head.

The guy we had just whacked name was Jeph. He was a member of our rival gang, The Used. Until about a week ago, we never had problems with them. We left them alone, and they did the same. We never really liked the guys, but we just kept to our own and stayed away from them as much as possible.

Well last week, me and this other guy, Bob, went to go jack this ATM machine on the other side of town. Bob was a really nice guy, too. He had been a member of the gang for a little less then a year, but he was already one of our best friends. He acted like a real tough guy, but when you knew him as well as I did, he was a real sweetheart. Well anyway, back to the point. As Bob and I were collecting the money from the ATM, three guys in a truck pulled up and got out. One was this blonde skinny kid named Quinn, another was this black-haired guy that looked like Jesus named Bert, and the other guy was Jeph. They started giving me and Bob a hard time about how we were on their turf or something like that. Were these guys from the fucking 50s or something? There was no such things as territories anymore. Everyone in a gang was so fucked by life that it was every man for himself. Bob told them all of piss off, and that's when things got rough. Quinn and Jeph jumped on Bob and tried to beat the crap out of him. Bob was a good fighter though, so he easily kicked the shit out of the both of them. I grabbed the money and Bob and I ran away, but not before hearing Bert shout something about getting us back.

Bob and I had gone back to the hide-out, where we reported that night's events to everyone else. We thought nothing of Bert plotting revenge, since The Used has been known to be all talk and no action. But our minds quickly changed the night after that when we found Bob with a bullet in his head outside of the local bar.

Bob's death really hit Gerard hard. At the funeral, Gerard could barely contain himself. He wasn't even sad, just pissed off that The Used would even think of something like that. I remember at one point, Gerard went up to the coffin after the service and started screaming frantically at the top of his lungs. Everyone in the church was scared of him, even Mikey, Ray, and Frankie.

"It's not fucking fair, Bob!" I recall him shouting. "You were a good man, and that son of a bitch took you away."

"I know, Gerard, I know," I comforted. "Bob was a great guy, and his life was cut so short by a bunch of assholes. But honestly, what can we do about it?" Gerard turned around and looked at me, but I didn't want to look at him. He had this crazed glint in his eye that was a mixture of anger and revenge.

"I swear to whatever the hell is the higher power in this fucking world, Kat. If it's the last thing I do, Bob will have his revenge." I have never been so scared of a person then at that moment. Gerard strongly grabbed my hand and led me out of the church, but not before saying his final good byes.

"What kind of fucking god does shit like this?!" he cried from the steps of the church. "You call yourself the savior, well what the fuck are you saving us from?!"

"Gerard, please," I begged. "You're scaring me." He inhaled deeply and squinted his eyes at the large cross that sat atop the church.

"C'mon Kat," he said sharply as he gripped my hand. "Let's go home." With one final look at the luminous cross, we walked back to the car.

Two nights after Bob's funeral, I was sitting in the little apartment that all five of us shared, when Gerard pulled me off of the couch.

"We're going out," he stated, still clutching my arm.

"Why?" I questioned.

"I have some business to attend to. Put the big shoes on." I froze in my tracks. The big shoes always meant we were going to be doing something that society would rather not have us do.

"Gerard, what are we doing?" I asked as I stopped by the door to put my shoes on.

"I just have to do something, for Bob," he replied seriously. As I looked at him, I noticed his face was calm, but his eyes looked the same as they had at the funeral.

"Honey, Bob is dead, and there's nothing we can do," I said as I tied up my chucks.

"I know that, Kat," he snapped. "I just need to take care of something. Are you coming or not?"

"I guess so..." I sighed.

"Good. Put these on." Gerard tossed a pair of white hospital gloves at me. I examined them, and realized that this meant we could be doing something major. By the time I had the gloves on, Gerard was already in the car waiting. I ran out the door and got into my seat.

"So exactly how illegal is this crime we are about to commit?" I asked as I buckled my seat belt.

"Depends on what country you are in, I guess," he replied. Now I was starting to worry.

"I don't like the sound of that," I said shakily.

"I don't either, baby. I really don't." We drove around with the headlights out for about ten minutes before finally seeing someone walking through this one park. Upon further inspection, I saw that the guy was Jeph, from The Used.

"Get out of the car," Gerard growled between clenched teeth. I quickly unbuckled my belt and hopped out. I saw Gerard reach over and grab something out of the glove compartment. I hoped to god that it wasn't what I thought it was. Gerard got out and walked over to me.

"Stay close and don't let your hands touch anything," he warned. Oh shit. I knew exactly what we were about to do. We quietly walked up behind this Jeph guy without being detected. He was just treating it as a regular walk in the park. Too bad he didn't know it would be his last. Gerard and I walked right up behind him, so only about a foot was separating us.

"Hello, Jeph," Gerard mumbled in a menacing tone. Jeph stopped walking and he turned around.

"Who...who are you guys?" he stuttered. Jeph looked so scared. I seriously was re-considering this whole thing, but it was too late now.

"You don't know us, but you certainly know our friend Bob," Gerard replied,

"Seeing as how you were the one who fucking killed him!"

"Dude! It wasn't me!" Jeph cried. "I didn't..."

"Don't fucking give me that!" Gerard said as he pulled a gun from his coat pocket. "You might not have done it, but you know who did!"

"Hey, I'm not looking for trouble here..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Gerard shrieked as he put the gun right up to Jeph's chest. "And say hello to that son of a bitch called god for me."

"What the..." BANG! Gerard had pulled the trigger, and Jeph collapsed on the ground, dead.

As I watched the dry leaves curl up and turn into embers, I had just realized exactly how much trouble we were in. Not only were we in trouble with the law, but also with the remaining members of The Used.

"You realize we have to lay low for awhile, right?" I asked, covering my nose to protect it from the smell of burning flesh.

"Yeah, I know," he sighed. "We better go home and tell the guys." Gerard reached out his hand covered in Jeph's blood, and I grabbed it. And with our bloody hands still linked, we walked back to the car and drove home.

When we arrived back at the apartment, the rest of the gang was not surprised.

"I figured you guys were going to wipe someone out," Frankie sighed as he ran a hand messily through his hair. "This is some serious shit you got yourselves into though."

"I know," Gerard said as he put his head in his hands. "We left no evidence though, so I think we'll be okay for a little while."`

"Still, Bert's going to know it was one of us," Mikey warned. "Anyone in this room could be dead within the next week." I felt tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes. This wasn't fair.

"Are you okay, Kat?" Ray asked. He must have noticed that I now had tears streaming down my face.

"No, I'm not!" I sobbed as I buried my face in my hands. "This whole thing is so fucked up!"

"Shh...it's okay," Gerard comforted as he wrapped his arms around me. "Everything is going to be alright." I knew Gerard hated seeing me like this. See, even though he may seem like a pretty bad guy, I knew that Gerard would do anything for me. I was basically the only thing that Gerard had in life, and the same went for me. If we weren't together, I would've shot myself a long time ago. Before we met, we were just two misguided young adults with no direction and nothing to live for. And the second that I saw him, Gerard became my reason to stay alive.

"No it's not alright, Gerard, and you fucking know it!" I cried violently as I pushed him off and stood up. "I just killed a guy tonight, and now one of us in going to die because of it. It's bad enough Bob's already gone, but another one? I can't take this!" I rushed out of the room to the one that I shared with Gerard.

"Kat!" I heard someone yell before I slammed the door. I leaned against the door before sliding down and sitting on the floor. I was sobbing violently and could hardly breathe. I got up and laid down on the mattress that I called my bed. I knew this whole situation was bad, but why did I have this gut feeling that Gerard was going to be the one to die? I sighed heavily and cried myself to sleep.

Within the next two days I had calmed down quite a bit. I had stopped crying, but I was still a nervous wreck. I barely let anyone leave the apartment, but when they did, I called their cell phone every five minutes to make sure they were okay. This one time, Frankie didn't pick up, and I started flipping out.

"FRANKIE'S DEAD! BERT GOT HIM!" I ran around the house screaming. Of course, everyone believed me. Yeah, two minutes later, Frankie called and said he was in an area with bad service. But Mikey, Ray, and Frankie got off easy. I wouldn't even let Gerard leave the house. I barely let him go into a different room as me. Even when he had to use the bathroom, I always stood outside the door and waited for him. Call me paranoid, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to lose him.

It was two nights after the murder, and I was sitting uneasily on the edge of the couch. Mikey was across from me and Ray and Frankie were on the floor, but Gerard was in the other room. My legs were shaking out of pure nervousness.

"Relax, Kat," Mikey sighed. "Gerard is fine."

"How do you know that?!" I shrieked. "Bert could be in there right now slicing his throat open."

"I'm fine Kat," Gerard called from the other room. "But could uh...Frankie, Mikey, and Ray come in here for a second?" I looked at the three of them as they got up and left me alone in the room. Oh god, I was alone. And what were they doing in there? And how come I didn't know? Now I was starting to feel scared. I was all alone in the room. Someone could jump through the window and stab me any second.

"Gerard!" I cried.

"What?"

"I need a hug." Gerard came out no less then a second later and smiled.

"What's the matter?"

"I missed you!" I sighed. "And I need a hug." He shook his head and then embraced me in his arms.

"I missed you too, Kat," he replied almost sadly. "Now, I have to go talk to the guys for a few minutes, so just sit tight okay?"

"Hurry back!" I said as we reluctantly broke apart. He had just walked out of the room and I already wanted him back. Man, I had attachment issues. So there I sat, alone and fidgeting. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the four of them filed of the back room with very solemn faces.

"You're back!" I exclaimed happily. "But what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Gerard replied quickly. "It's nothing."

"Oh...Kay..."

"So listen, do you uh...want to go out somewhere?" Gerard asked nervously as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh Gerard, I don't know. You know how nervous I am about us leaving the house."

"Please, Kat? It's important." I looked at him, and I noticed his eyes were filled with sadness and fear. What was wrong with him?

"Alright..." I sighed, "but just remember I'm only doing this because I love you."

"That's all I ask," Gerard replied with a relieved smile as he held out his hand. I took it in mine, and we headed to the car.

"So where are we going?" I asked as I got into the car and attempted to let go of his hand to put my belt on. Only, Gerard wouldn't let go.

"No, don't let go," he said seriously. I looked at him with a curious expression.

"Why...?" I asked in a confused tone.

"Just...please...don't. Okay?"

"Alright, I won't." So on we drove, with our hands linked together in between us. It wasn't the safest way to be driving, but if that's what makes him happy, then I am all for it.

Ten minutes later, Gerard pulled in to one of those cheap motels people stay at when they are on business or have an appointment with a whore.

"What are we doing here?" I questioned as I looked out the window.

"I don't know exactly. It's just somewhere where we can be alone for awhile, you know?"

"Yeah...I guess." I got out of the car, which is difficult when you are holding hands, and headed to the lobby to get the key to the room. The lobby was full of creepy old men and trashy hookers. I really didn't know why Gerard brought me here, but again, if it makes him happy, then I was happy. Gerard got the key and we headed to our room. The number was 536, right at the end.

"Welcome to your home for the next hour or so," Gerard sighed as he swung the door open. I looked around and saw that it wasn't the cleanest room in the world, but I guess it was okay.

"My new home needs some renovation," I said as I plopped down on the bed, which was not very comfortable. "And maybe a new bed."

"I'm sorry, Kat," he sighed sadly. "This was all I could afford. You know I want you to have better then this."

"I know. It doesn't matter. I could be in a fucking sewer with you and I'd be happy." Gerard smiled and laid down next to me on the bed.

"I love you so much, Katherine," he said.

"Hey hey hey, no one calls me Katherine." He smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Just shut up and come here," he laughed as he grabbed my head and attached his lips to mine. This kiss was unexpected: yes, unwanted: fuck no. But this kiss was so different from the ones we have shared before. It was more wanting and needy, almost like this was the last time we were going to do this. I wasn't complaining though, because I was definitely enjoying it.

The twenty minutes that we had spent making-out on the shitty hotel bed felt more like heaven to me. There was nothing more I ever wanted to do then to just spend every waking moment of my life with him. We had stopped by now, and I put my head over his heart.

"Mmm...Gerard that was great," I mumbled happily. "I love you."

"I...I love you...too," he whimpered. I lifted my head and looked at him, only to find that he was crying.

"Baby? What's the matter?" I asked in a concerned manner. He wasn't answering, just staring straight ahead with tears in his eyes.

"Gerard! Please tell me what's wrong!" I begged, close to tears myself.

"They're....they're coming....coming for me," he said while breathing jaggedly.

"What do you mean? Who's coming for you?!"

"The...Used. They...they know I'm here."

"What?! Gerard, they are going to kill us!"

"No...not us. Me."

"What are you talking about? I'm here, too!"

"Bert doesn't know about you. He thinks it was only me."

"How...how do you know?!" I felt like I was going to vomit up my insides. Everything was happening so fast.

"Frankie talked to Jimmy today. Jimmy said Bert was looking to shoot me tonight."

"He can't Gerard! I love you! He can't!"

"Bert was supposed to do it at the apartment, but I told Frankie to tell Bert that I was here. No one else needs to get hurt."

"Gerard, we have to run! We can escape before he gets here!"

"No, Kat. He's going to get his revenge at one point or another, and if it was any later, both of us would be dying."

"Well what are we going to do when he shows up?"

"I'm going to stay here and get what's coming to me. You are going to sneak out of the bathroom window so he can't hurt you."

"Gerard, no! You're not leaving me! You're not dying!" Both of us were bawling our eyes out now. I couldn't believe what he was telling me. He got off the bed and walked over to his coat.

"Here's the rest of the cash from the ATM last week and my lucky handgun," he sighed as he shoved them into my hands. "When The Used get here, you are to jump out that window and run. And no matter what you hear or what you see, don't stop running until you've reached our apartment."

"I can't leave you, Gerard. We did this together, we should die together."

"Don't even fucking say that, Kat! You have so much to live for. You don't deserve to die."

"You're my reason for being alive! I can't live without you!" Just as I said this, I heard a car pull up and doors being slammed shut.

"They're here," Gerard whispered. "You have to go."

"No! I won't. I'm staying with you!" I said as I flung myself at him and gripped his waist.

"Kat, you need to leave. Don't make me do something I'll regret."

"I can't Gerard. I love you." Gerard sighed sadly.

"I'm so sorry, Kat," he whispered as he kissed my lips softly. A loud banging came from the door.

"OPEN UP, BASTARD!" a man's voice shouted. "WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

"Gerard, I'm scared," I cried.

"Me too, but just always remember that I love you, no matter what I do." Gerard let go of me and stood in front of the door. "Leave, Kat. Leave right now."

"I...can't," I whispered sadly. Gerard began to cry again.

"I don't want to do this," Gerard said as he pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at me, "but you have to leave."

"Gerard! I love you!"

"GOD DAMN IT!" he cried as tears streamed down his face. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Gerard cocked the gun, and shot it at the lamp directly behind me. It made me jump, but it also hurt that the gun was pointed at me.

"Gerard...."

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND DON'T LOOK BACK!" I began bawling again, but I grabbed the gun and the money off of the bed and ran towards the bathroom window. Before I went out, I saw the people were banging on the door and Gerard was trying to hold them back.

"I love you, Gerard," I cried frantically.

"Leave, Kat." And with that, I jumped out of the window and landed on the grass. I knew what was about to happen, but I decided to watch anyway. I quietly stood up and looked into the window. Bert and that guy Quinn were in there, and Gerard's back was facing me.

"Any last words, mother fucker?" Bert asked as he cocked his gun and raised it to Gerard's forehead. Gerard swallowed hard.

"Yes..." he said boldly. "I'm sorry, Katherine Morgan Reilly. I will always love you." Bert smiled sadistically and pulled the trigger. A gunshot was fired, and Gerard fell backwards on the ground with the top of his head completely blown away.

"Oh god!" I shrieked as I sunk to the ground crying. "Why god?! WHY?!" I was beating the ground with my fists and pulling at my hair. The reason for my life was lying on the ground with a hole in his head. What the hell was I going to do now?!

"This isn't fair," I whispered over and over as I ran back to the apartment. "THIS ISN'T FUCKING FAIR!" After much difficulty trying to navigate back to my house with tear-filled eyes and lack of oxygen, I finally managed to find my way back. No one was home, and I really didn't care. The only person that mattered was dead on a hotel floor. I smacked the money and the gun on the table and threw myself on the couch. I don't know how I managed to go to sleep at a time like this, but I was fucking tired.

I woke up the next morning to the sun hitting my eyes. The events of the previous night flooded through my head, and I really just wished I was dead. I turned on the television because, hell, what else was there for me to do?

"This is Channel 7 news bringing you an important newsbreak." My heart sank. I knew what was coming.

"Police found the body of local gang member Gerard Way last night at the Sleep Well Motel. Way suffered from a gun wound to the head." I felt the tears coming back again. I grabbed a piece of paper and began scribbling a note.

"Police suspect Way's killer as Bert McCracken, leader of rival gang 'The Used.' Way is also believed to be the killer of a member of 'The Used', 26-year-old Jeph Howard." I looked up at the television from my note and saw images of paramedics taking Gerard's cloth covered body out of the hotel. I couldn't take it anymore. I glanced over at the gun on the table and picked it up.

"Way and long-time girlfriend Kat Reilly are believed to be the killers of Howard. Police are looking for Reilly as we speak. No information has been found, because Way was the only one who knew of her whereabouts. Looks like his little secret dies with him."

"That's right, Channel 7," I said with a sadistic laugh as I cocked the gun and put it against my right temple. "His little secret dies with him."

And I pulled the trigger.

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Mikey stared blankly at the two wooden caskets in front of him. One contained his brother, and the other contained his best friend. He really couldn't grasp the fact that he lost three of the people closest to him in under two weeks. He gripped the tiny piece of paper that was tear-stained and wrinkled from the numerous times it had been read. Mikey unfolded it and began to skim the words that haunted his thoughts.

Mikey,

Hey, it's me, Kat. I'm watching the news right now. They're talking about Gerard. If you didn't already know, Gerard died last night. Bert shot him in the head. But your brother was a fucking saint, Mikey. He gave his life for me, and I couldn't be more thankful. The only problem is, I fucking love your brother. Yeah, one of my dreams was to stop this life of bullshit and marry him. Fat chance of that happening now, huh? Ah well. By the time you find this, I'm going to be on the floor with a hole in my head. Just please don't cry about it. You have to understand, I wanted this. Fuck, this needed to happen. Gerard was my reason for living, and now that he's gone, why the hell should I stay in this dump? I need to be with him, Mikey. I'd rather rot in hell with him then stay alive without him. Enough of my rambling. I want you to make sure that I'm buried next to Gerard. I know you guys don't have loads of money, but if you just dug a hole and stick us in it we'll be fine. Nothing fancy. Also, I want you, Ray, and Frankie to quit this gang shit and start families. It's too late for me and Gerard, but you guys can still do it. Just please, please promise me that. I'm sorry for doing this, but there was no other way. Give Frankie and Ray my regards, and I'm going miss you guys.

Love,

XOXO Katherine Morgan Reilly

Mikey tried to hold back the tears as he folded the note and put it back in his pocket.

"Hey Mikey," Frankie said as he gripped his shoulder. "You okay, man?"

"Oh yeah...yeah I'm fine," Mikey sniffed.

"Alright. It's time to go to the graveyard. You wanna ride with me?"

"Yeah, I don't think I'm capable of driving right now."

"That's okay, buddy. C'mon, let's go." Mikey began to walk out, but not before looking at the ominous wooden boxes in the front of the church. But when he looked back, Mikey didn't see them as being sad, but they were at peace. Gerard and Kat were finally together and happy again, even if it was in the after life. Mikey smiled slightly, and followed Frank out of the church. ok that's it. hope you guys enjoy it. it's my first fic, so i'm not really sure how it turned out. and sorry if the coding screwed up. i'm still kind of new to stuff like that. ok, thanks! Yahoo! Shopping Find Great Deals on Holiday Gifts at Yahoo! Shopping