Disclaimer: This never ever happened. Ever. It never will happen. I don't own Gerard, or Bert, or Frankie. But if I did I would be making them re-enact this. Oh, and this is Dedicated to my new found friend Iero. I love her.

New Jersey Falls Into The Atlantic

Chapter 1: Say Please Baby.

Well it's not hard to say I'm different, I always have been but it's deeper then that. There's something inside of me that twist and bends and changes me, something I can't kill or take away. It's a drive, and in fact it drives me insane that I have to do it, but they'll never ever know the truth.

I killed a man last night, I'm not shocked, it's not my first kill and it's not hazing me or scaring me. Even though I know he was a human being and deserved to live there's nothing like it. Taking a life is an art it's an expression of hate and desperation. But not on my part. It was fun I'd admit and feeling his body go limp in my hands... AGH, totally orgasmic.

"Please don't, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.." That was enough of hearing him whine so I choked him, sensing him gag, giving me the better feeling of power.

"There's nothing left for you here, you're going to die tonight my love." I remember saying before licking the side of his face and smirking, he tasted so good. His eyes stayed still in shock I'm sure and he could of well died that moment, but he didn't that was his mistake, his big mistake.

"You told me you wanted to please me did you not?" I said in a teasing voice, oh how I loved to watch him squirm.

"Yes, I did but I'd like you keep my life, please."

"No." I said daringly, having the silence of realization fall upon us both. He was nothing like the first yet the same, they had the same eyes... those haunting eyes.

I kept a good hold around his neck and then got on my knees to be at his level, so I could breathe the same air. He looked so wanting, so begging it was quite annoying to me. I let go knowing he wouldn't run away. I pressed in mouth over his mouth as he inhaled deeply and I exhaled, ripping away his breathe, he coughed, stupid weakling.

I stood back up, slapping his face and digging in my nails, drawing a line of blood on his face and on my fingers that I sucked on, the rusty flavor filled my mouth and swirled on my taste buds before I looked back down at the man scrambling away on his hands and knees, crying like a two year old without his mother.

I let him get on his and start off in a run before chasing him, a chase was always fun. He tripped, how cliche. I flipped him onto his back and sat on his hips squarely, looking down at him. "You want this don't you?" the man nodded, he did obviously. I leaned down and licked his face again, and let me tell you even better the second time.

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my dagger, the silver one Gerard gave me for my birthday, as always I glanced at the side the engraved had "October 31st." I shrugged down at him while pushed the blade against his lips. "Don't say a word." Then it started it rain, how I hate Jersey rain, it wasn't the happy go dance it rain, it was the disgusting acid rain that always found a way to fall. I slide the knife slowly down and then to the center of his chest, letting it hover for a moment. "Be a good boy, don't scream." My smirk, I could feel squirrel onto my lips as I planted the blade into his chest, feeling his body buck up in shock or fear, I haven't defined which yet. I kissed him in his last breathe, his last exhale was ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. Then it was over he went limp, boring, blah.

I got off him and yanked his body toward my car and kicked open the truck, tossing him into it and watching the back of my car sink. I hopped into the front, how I loved my junkie car but almost forget the license plates...How dumb could I be? I removed them and then went to Dunkirk Peer.

Scuffing down the wooden dock, the one that was for the fishermen. I almost remember fishing with dad.

Hmm, anyways I went down the dock and got out of the car, inching on the sides knowing if I would have fallen into the water I would be matching my victims pulse. I finally got to the back of the car and pulled it off the edge, cackling as I watched it tumble to the Atlantic and know it would swallow up everything.

I walked to the tour bus that night and looked at Gerard's face.

"Where have you been?" I tossed a ring at him.

"Getting you this." I didn't think I should mention from where though...

Chapter 2: Just The Mistakes.

Another night again, I wait. I know I need him and frustration fills me like it always does. Like I always do I walked out of the bus, trying to catch up with my thoughts, I needed to clear them all. The Tainted Lady was a cheap, run down bar that when you entered no one asked you who you were, you were just one of the crowd .I sat there on my stool looking at the ceiling thinking about Gerard and Bert, how they loved each other, every night hand in hand all that bullshit. They were made for each other , but I didn't care. Gerard was mine. I had him first. Those honey-green eyes were mine, those broad lips were mine. It all was weather he knew it or not.

"Hey there big boy." I heard a voice behind me. I huffed, it was a hooker; no doubt thinking I was looking for her goods.

"Go away.." I murmured in a soft tone.

"You know you want to have fun." she purred, sitting in the stool next to me and turning me toward her to take it all in. She was dressed in an all brown short tacky cocktail dress, her fishnets were ripped and her makeup was running down her young yet used face.

"I said go away, I'm warning you." She placed her hand on my thigh, I could feel my stomach churn with disgust. "Listen lady, I rarely ever repeat myself so you better follow this." She placed her hand on my thigh sliding it up higher as I swatted it away.

"C'mon, don't you want to have fun?" she cried, huffing and grabbing my crotch. I slapped her hand the second time as she popped off the stool and mumbled "Whatever fag." I lost my mind and grabbed her by the wrist.

"Come on bitch let me show you a good time." As she smirked that jaded 'I always get what I want' smirk.

Her heels scraped on the floor across the bar and out of the door.

"How much?" I spat out.

"100."she cooed pulling me into an alley and reaching for my belt. I let her take it off, because well it was easier for me.

The flame beneath my skin began to burn, changing me. She got down on her knees and by now I'm sure they scarred from all the time she spent on them. I cupped her chin in my hand, looking into her desperate eyes. I could tell she didn't really enjoy this job but maybe she was a drop-out in high school and doing this to have a life.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Catherine." she said shocked that I asked her.

"Such a pretty name for such a pretty face, come on now, get off you knees." I pulled her up and pressed her into the wall, she must have not expected to be respected but I'm always full of surprises. See, I don't like killing people really but I can't stop, it's like a drug I take to O.D. on but never end at all, it fills me up and makes me feel alive. Only one other thing would do the same and I can't ever have that because of Bert. Don't get me wrong I love Bert, He's fun to be around, he makes me laugh and makes everything generally better but not when he's around my Gerard.

He touches him and hugs him in public and when I am lying in my bunk I can hear them below me with their heavy breathing and moaning. I loathe that he has the one thing I can't have yet, and most likely ever. It makes me so insane I just want to rip him to pieces, and I know someday I will.

I snapped back to reality from my silent rant. She undid my belt buckle and slid it off, I let her. It was easier for me.

"C'mon babe...I wanna feel you in me." She purred as she looked into my eye smirking. 'Stupid slut.' I recall thinking before I reached behind me into my back pocket for my silver knife gracefully.

"Do you really want that?" I said that oh so enjoyable feeling come along, that cold as ice, frozen rain feeling pouring over me.

"Yes I do." She replied. '

You did this to yourself.' I thought before forcing the knife into her stomach, covering her mouth so her muffled scream couldn't be heard. I pulled the knife out and tossed it on the ground, turning back to her terror filled eyes. "Oh babe, I thought you wanted it in you." I cooed as I pushed my hand into her abdomen.

Her insides were so warn and still beating against my hand as it forced it up toward her heart feeling her whither with pain. I found my target and held her beating heart in my hand before yanking it down, expelling my own scream of excitement. Her mouth fell open as she fell to the side, soundlessly. I cackled, looking down at the bloody heart in my hand. It was so pretty I almost wished I could have kept it. I stared at the cardiac material in my hands and promised to myself, the next heart I would be holding would be Bert McCracken's.

Chapter 3: Camisado.

Well, it wasn't that easy let me tell you. It's a known fact that killing a person these days gets harder and harder to cover up. So I had to do it carefully, very carefully.

"Hello Bert." I chimed happily into the phone, I had just called him to drop by, unfortunately the phone service was quite bad.

"Hi...Frank?" He replied uneasy for some reason, something was going on he didn't want me to know about. Quickly I had to think of an excuse as to why I was calling.

"Um, Bert listen ugh...I need you to come down to Matters Hill, I have something I need to tell you in person, could you be there...in ..let's say...5 minutes, and bring your car." I could hear Bert trying to comprehend what I was saying and then croak out a small

"Oh, ok."

By this time I was rushing down the hill with a pack of cigarettes, lighting up my New Port and breathing in the toxic waste soon to fill my lungs and turn them black within years. The ground was wet from the New Jersey rain and always like in the summer time it would raise as steam.

My feet raced down to the hill that i knew so well and once I reached the bottom and waited for a treat. "Ring around the rosey," I sang to myself inhaling and smiling seeing Bert's black car drive down the hill.

This was it, the elite sign from God that I was meant to do this deed. He pulled over on the road, making the small rocks crunch beneath his tires. "A pocket full of posies.."

I reached into my pocket grasping the cold gun that it held. The power I felt in my index finger was unlike anything, It was if as I was God for a moment and I controlled everything around me. "Ashes, ashes.." I cooed and smiled as Bert got out of his car walking over to me like the fuck-head he was.

"Hey dude." He shouted at me, as if I was below him.

"Hey, I have to tell you something." I started wrapping my left arm around his shoulder in a 'bestfriend' manner and crossing over my right with the gun into his back.

"Yes, Gerard told me something was up with you, you've been acting different lately."

'Oh, so Gerard does think about me' I recall thinking before answering Bert. "Bert, you know I can trust you with anything and I hope you feel the same." He nodded so I continued "and, since we're both still rising stars we can't be too careful of who we talk to. So, I've decided over much thought that I'm taking you out of picture."

Bert frowned and turned to me, leaning back into the gun and tensing.

"Frank, don't do anything stupid.." He said nervously and I heard the train coming.

"I heard a train, a very loud train, Berty-boy." I said in a child like tone and watched as the engineer zoom by and pushed Bert into the hood of the car. I can only imagine how hot that hood was in the beating sun. "Bert, Bert, Bert...you can't be on top of the world forever..." I pushed the gun deeper into the center of his chest and stood behind him, pressing my hips into his and leaning over him. "We all fall down." I whispered into his ear and pulled the trigger.

I felt the blood explode on my white shirt, burning into my skin and driving me wild. To tell you one thing, there is nothing like human blood on your skin especially that of your enemy. The train has passed and the dust had began to settle. "Hmm, I love it when your not breathing..!" I said girlishly and yanked him back up by his neck and picked his pocket for the keys.

I opened the back door and put him down on his stomach, making sure the blood didn't appear on the interior. I returned to the front seat and turned on the car, flipping on a nice Christian rock channel.

After driving through the city and watching the children play and the innocence die among the gossip of the people, my eyes scanned for the exist to Cemetery Drive, Night had become rosey and orange and watched as angels faded in the sky remembering it was nearing time to call Gerard.

END!