Frerard • I was killing before killing was cool

This is the last background story, after this it will all really start! Sorry if it's boring ;$

Writers POV

Gerard Way is'nt your average 21 year old. He likes other music than most people of his age, he prefers blackish colors, he's fucked up, and not to forget: he is a hitman. But he hates it. It's a really twisted situation, and you could say that it all started back when he was 2.

His parents told him the news of them getting another child! Gerard would have a little brother! It all didn't seem bad or anything, he was happy! Ofcourse, but all the trouble started when his brother was actually born. He was 3 at the time, and his parents only cared for Gerard's brother, Mikey. Mikey was a baby, so obviously they'd spent more time with him for a few months or so. But it never really stopped. Gerard was highly ignored while Mikey was swimming in the attention.
When Gerard was 9, people began to bully him. His grades where suffering under it, but he didn't tell anyone, 'cause the bullys told him that if he'd dare to speak a word about it, they'd kill him!
So the bullying continued, untill he was 14. When he was 14, he started to get a few friends. Highschool wasn't bad with some people by your side.
But they later on start to ignore Gerard more and more, and the person he once called his best friend, is now a stranger. 15, he was at the time, when he told his friends he was gay. And he was broken. But did anyone notice? No. But did anyone care? No. (Ha, references everywhere!) He was all alone and there was nothing he could do about it.

Gerard wanted to get out of his life. He just needed some money, so he could pay a small house, a car and a lot of comicbooks and cd's. The dream of every misunderstood teen.
He continued high school, never speaking a word to anybody, except when he needed to.
His last few days in highschool, he was 18 at the time, and ready to get out of this shithole everyone calls a school. Just at that time, he overheard a conversation.
'Dude, have you heard how much money a hitman gets?!' one jock said to another.
'Are you seriously thinking about becoming a hitman? Come on, man, be realistic,' the other one replied.
'Nah, ofcourse not. I'm just saying, that hitmen get paid a loooooot!'
'How much is a lot?'
'Like, every person they kill, they get like... 15000 I think!'
'Damn...'
'And then there are like these things like CSI and stuff, only it's a company for hitmen! I got it written on a paper here!'
The guy showed his paper and his friend took it and dropped it on the floor. 'You don't need that. And neither do I. Come on.'
And with that, the two ended their conversation, leaving Gerard with some thoughts. Being a hitman? That's absurd. However, it had something interesting. He had nothing to lose, right? And it pays well. What could go wrong? Prison? Even prison is better than this shit. Killing people you love? He could just say no to that. He could, right? He'll figure out something. Moving away from this town? YES, please!
He repeated his thoughts in his head. What could possibly go wrong? Being a hitman... Gerard walked up to the paper, took it and read everything that was written on it. An adress. A phone number. A secret code.
He was going to do this! He could put all his thoughts and feelings away.
His fucked up mind decided it was time for him to become something he never thought he would be: a hitman.
And that, is how Gerard became a hitman. A history, a fucked up mind, a note, and two dumb jocks dropping it.
They trained him, and trained him, untill he was good enough.
With a few deaths on his hands, a lot of money in the bank and the desperate thoughts of stopping, he everyday goes to the office to see if there is a 'job' for him.
And today, also, there was some work he needed to do. As he ran trough the papers on his desktop, he noticed a small paper, with 'Come to my office if you read this.' Under it, there was a small autograph, that he could recognize immediatley. His boss.
When he got to the room, his boss was already waiting for him.
'I got a job for ya!' He exclaimed.
'Tell me.'
'This kid here robbed Mr. K, the dumbass he is! I want you to do some research on him and than kill 'em of when the time is right. Here are some files and documents we could find.'
'Okay, I'm off then.'
He walked out of the door, taking a look on the documents and files.
Frank Anthony Iero Jr, it said, with a picture of him next to it.
19 at the time, when you look at his birthday.
What a cutie! I'm going to have fun with this one, Gerard thought.
And so he goes after Frank.

Notes

Backgroundstories are all finished noooow! Ily all, thanks for reading, if I make any mistakes, tell me, and sorry if I wasted your time with this heh ;$ <3