Misguided Ghosts

Gerard's POV

Ive been dead for almost 30 years and i only killed 4 of my victims.
Three families that are past New Jersey and one family that stayed in N.J

Thank god though. It took a shit load of time to find them. I have yet a ton more but my lazy level is rising and now I just want to float amongst others.

The past few days after the kill wasn't going to great, on my part. I didn't feel that
joy of revenge anymore. Or wait no. I loved the sight of the ones I envy the most dying. It made me almost feel alive again. I just felt that guilt. Not from killing. But from me thinking about my murderer, It pains me everytime I think about his name. Wishing I could just be alive one more time and say my sorrys.

I knew i took it too far when he started to cry in front of me. Poor thing. I scared him to the point where when I tried to hug him, he screamed at me to go away thinking I would lash out on him.
And for a fact. I would never hurt a person so close to me.

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I sit in the -now- dead family house pushing over books on shelves out of anger.
picking up one of the fallen books and writing on it with their blood.

'Made fun of Mikey Way' My beloved brother. To this day, still thinks im nothing but a killer.

I sit on the chairs in front of the bodies as police storm in the room. Using their stupid devices, taking pictures. Fiddling with their walkie talkies and all that shit.

"Hey it seems to be a person is trying to mimic Gerard Way i repeat-" One of the officers spoke into the device

I walk in between them. Tempted to just show myself and slaughter them all but I decide against it. I scrunch my nose as they leave and come back with more people.

Wow really? Its just three people.


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I walked around the college i went to for at least 4 hours now. Watching students go in and out either getting in late for class or skipping. I float up to the roof. Watching inside it through the glass ceiling. It changed. They added more color. More tech.

I notice my brother in one of the classrooms and I press my face against the glass,

I can't recall how old he is but when my life shattered, he was a freshman in highschool.
He looks so happy, dealing with annoying 19 year olds all day long isnt that welcoming but look at him! What a champ.

I want to walk in and say hi to Mikey but then again i'll probably scare him even more, or even ruin his joy.

I sigh hopping off the roof and onto the sidewalk. About to walk to the convenient store to freak out the cashier when on spur of moment. The bell rings and i jump.

Before i witness the stampede of young adults, I see a guy. Looks no older than 20 running out.
It almost seems impossible for someone to possibly run that fast.

He has black shaggy hair thats swept slightly over his face, Nose piercing, Lip piercing, tattoos. His eyes show no light in them and I can tell he's sad right off the bat. Longing to get out of this place. I feel it.

So. I follow him. To his car, and i catch a ride as I sit on top not wanting to scare him by opening the car doors.

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I observed him from outside of the car and I already know a lot about him. Just from how he acts. I can look him inside out.

He's been stalling at a red light for over 10 minutes and I want to do something like knock on his window to let him know to prevent any kind of embarrassment but some other prick does it for me, honking his horn.

I see him jump. A cigarette falling out of his dried lips. He hits the brakes hard and speeds through all the stop signs. I cross my fingers hoping he won't crash into anything or else I would stop that by showing myself. But its too early for that


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The car comes to a halt suddenly and I jolt forward getting swung onto the pavement, I get up shaking off the light headed feeling and walking towards the guy.

He enters the house and i follow swiftly. When he shuts the door I move in front of him
viewing all of his features up close. What a beautiful guy.

His eyes look around the room and I see him shiver a bit, I look around with him. First he checks the living room then the kitchen then what i'm assuming is his bedroom. It takes a moment to realize why but when he turns up the heat I almost feel bad. I caused the cold air.
My blood went cold 30 years ago and now every time I'm around a beating heart, it bounces off me getting sucked up into them.

I see him go into his bed and as soon as he's comfortable I watch as his eyes shoot daggers
at the door frame. I immediately start to panic thinking that he can see me.

I walk closer to him focusing on his eyes making sure they don't follow my movements but,
they dont. Their glued to the door. I sigh in relief and his eyes close.



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I walked around his house god knows how many times, collecting information without trying to hard into reading his mind myself. All of a sudden i sense fear and i walk toward the guys room getting an idea that it him causing that current. I listen to his thoughts figuring out what exactly is going on. I hear whispers of the name 'Frank' and I smile deviously.

Ah ha! That was too too easy for me to figure out.

I am stood at Frank's doorway feeling proud of figuring out so many things in so little
time. Like, I can tell he has schizophrenia from the whispers he hears, what he does.

Frank looks at the door again, this time he looks absolutely terrified. His eyes are wide and i curse under my breath forgetting about what happens when it's night. There are pros and cons. The living can see silhouettes of me when it's this time of night, the story behind it is far too long but a brief one will do.

I died killing. Therefor I'm not considered a nice soul. Some others call them 'Demons'. I used to love the fact I was called that when i first got used to being dead but now it sounds too gruesome. I know I shouldn't be talking for I am all about the slaughter of other human beings but I'd rather classify as a bad soul rather than a demon.

Getting to the point, bad souls send out bad currents to the living around around us, that means
if they look hard enough they can see our shadow. Good souls on the other hand also known as 'Angels' send off good currents around beating hearts. Though they only appear when they want to tell you that they're there but not wanting to hurt you.

As for us bad souls show up regardless at night for thats when we come out.
According to legends of course.

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I focus back on Frank's face but all i see is fabric. He must've covered his face while I was explaining. I grit my teeth knowing i scared him and there's nothing I can do about it other than concentrate on trying not to show my true form and just hug him for god's sake.


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It becomes morning in a blink of an eye and I watch as Frank gets up. How he rubs his eyes with his hand while the other pushes down on the mattress so that he can get to his feet. Before he goes towards his door I run to the living room not wanting to scare with the cold.

When he doesn't come into the living room right away, I walk to the front door. Opening it slightly not making a sound. Though I don't shut it fully in case that indeed makes a noise.

Frank finally enters the living room and I can see him going to the tv but freezes in his tracks suddenly. My presence must've lingered in that room for a bit before I left to the front of the house.

He successfully turns the television on and sits down on the sofa. I stare at him intently as I
watch him doze off. I stare at his eyes, taking in their color but when he meets mine I notice his breath hitch. He jumps. Blinking. I hide quickly behind a hedge to prevent him from seeing me any longer. It takes a moment for me to get to my invisible state but when I do, Frank's gone. Well I mean, out of the room.

He comes back with a cup of coffee and settles into the couch.

I focus on hearing the tv through the glass regretting it instantly as I hear the news reporting
the killing of the Toro's.

But Frank's eyes don't go wide until after he hears the name 'Mikey Way' as if he might
know him.

I want to go back into the house for more observing but when I turn the knob, my hand slides right off of it like they're made out of water. I try a few more times but when I peak in the crack the first thing I see is Frank's scared face staring straight at the door and I quickly shut it.

Fuck.

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