I Walk A Fine Line

Prologue

In a world where people know of unexplainable things that can happen, there are a few people in this world that are gifted. These gifts make a total of three people. These people are the strongest in the entire world. Other people have gifts, but not as strong as the three. It is said that two out of three of these people will fall in love.

This is the story of the Way brothers and a friend that is added on that faithful day.

This is the story of how romance blooms in the weirdest places and hardest of times.

This is the story of a rare occurrence and how fear must be overcame in more than one form.

This is the story of how a family becomes closer than before and how this happens even when they are already close.

This is the story of when genetics are in favor of a child, though unknown.

This is the story of a world where a man can get pregnant on the correct date of the month. But how it can’t be seen; the only time you know is when it is too late.

I know this because this is the story of how my two gifted parents met and fell in love. Not when I came into the picture.

My parent’s names are Gerard Way and Frank Way. The couple name is Frerard. Frankie and Gee have been together for fifteen years.

My father is the only oracle in the world and my dad is the strongest foreseer. Tell this story to your kids and have your kids tell it to their kids.

This is a love story that will be unforgettable. This is how my fathers met.

Chapter 1: The Only One

“Gee! It’ll be fun! We can find out our deep dark secrets that we don’t even know!” Mikey, my younger brother of three years, who was sixteen, was jumping up and down like a two year old.

“Fine, but then we go home; it’s getting late,” I told my younger brother. For a sixteen year old, he was a hyper little shit. I knew I shouldn’t have let him have that elephant ear.

I was dragged to the physic's tent and the door was flung open by Mikey. A guy turned around and met my eye. I felt like I knew this guy and I started to feel sick. “Have fun. I’ll be outside by the water fountain,” I leaned over and whispered in my brother’s ear.

I walked out and felt worse than before. I walked over to the fountain and sat down on a bench. I was trying to breath. My chest was really tight. It was like having cinder blocks pushing down on my diaphragm. My head hurt so bad; I felt like I was going to pass out. Mikey and the man from earlier came rushing out.

The guy was talking, but it was muffled. The throbbing in my head increased and my ears started to ring. My vision got cloudy. I barely felt myself being picked up. My head started to spin. I fell into a black hole.

“Gerard.” Someone was calling my name, but it was still just a bit out of my hearing. “Gerard.” The voice was getting clearer now. “Gerard!” The voice wasn't very familiar. “Gerard, come on! If I've done it, you can do it. Just open your eyes.”

I slowly opened my eyes to see the guy from the psychic's tent.

“See, I told you it would work!” Mikey said. I was confused until I smelt coffee.

Pictures started to flash through my head of things that were indescribable. The pictures flashed so quickly that I only got a quick look before one slowed down. I was lying on the floor with a rope around my neck and a dagger through my chest.

“Gerard, what you see isn’t going to happen unless you make it happen. We all get the same vision and I know that is a hell of a vision, but you need to stay awake after a vision like that.” The guy from before was looking at me like I was some kind of special person. I was still in shock from seeing myself die.

A voice started in my head and I felt my mouth moving, but it sounded like three of me were talking in perfect sync. It was like when Mikey, Mom, and I would all say the same thing. But it was only me, only I was speaking.

“Time and time again, the clock ticks, a face, a hand, and mouth must open. A wheel inside a wheel, turning to and fro. Many a moon will wish. One will die, one will live, and the third will be found. No one will know. Rome will fall and the moon will rise in blood. The elapsed time will return on the date of the year that was lost. Find the lost gift and it's host will be complete. Tick-tock reads the clock, time and time again,” I finished and blinked. The man, who I assumed was the psychic, was looking at his phone and pushed the button to stop recording. I had no idea what was just said. It all pasted by in a blur.

“Well, that’s rare. The last person that had that gift was in Greece, over a few hundred years ago. The only person that had it was a woman, so for a man to have that gift is rare. I wonder what else you have stashed away that you don’t even know about. I would read you, but I can’t seem to get into your head. You have this barrier up that I can’t get through. Maybe later, but you should rest. You just had a vision that was hard on you and a prophecy just slipped out.” The psychic was excited for seemingly no reason.

Notes

Hello! So I want you to tell me what you think and if I should go on just delete this and try again. I am truly sorry if there are any mistakes please let me know so I can fix them.

Blood Splatter-Killjoy