Red is the Divine Exception

Walking into the crowd of undying criminal cases was quite a pleasure upon my part. Being one among the unsolved mysteries even Scooby Doo couldn’t unmask, now that’s a real accomplishment. One that I do say I deserve since it took years of experience living in Jersey to validate. Me, being the complete and utter ‘boss’, I was given majority of the criminal charges; but that’s if they can find me first. Given the time being, it’s been 2 and a half years since I, Gerard Way, was put on a bounty; and because of that I probably won’t be found. It does help that I’m never called by my name. I’m more known for my nickname 'Party Poison’ or just 'Poison’, I don’t really prefer 'Party’ it sounds joyful which is the complete opposite of the meaning behind the label. Whenever I tell people the name, they either give me a strange look or decide that I’m just plain eccentric. Both are wrong, little do they know that I use it to hide my identity from the federal government. Hidden from the one crime that I’m most proud of is quite a tragedy, but so is my life.

I’m awoken by my thoughts when a strange man comes over to sit down next to me. He pulls out a cigarette then goes to light it, but his lighter just flicks. I take my cigarette out of my mouth and place it in my left hand between my fingers.

"Here-“ I mutter and use my lighter to ignite his cig.

"Thanks…” He murmurs under his lip as the smoke escapes his mouth.

I look over at the man beside me and see a distinct scorpion tattoo placed right below his jawline. I love tattoos, but never got one myself 'cause the number one rule for being a criminal is to not have a tag the police can use to describe you. Of corse I do have red hair, but I can always dye that another color. It’s not like a tattoo where it will always be there even through removing it.

"Why are you staring at my tattoo?“ He comments and turns to look at me.

I pull a strand of hair behind my ear,"Well I don’t know. I guess it’s 'cause I like tats and you have one, so-”

“Oh, do you have one?” He asks.

“No, um I-,” quickly I made an excuse,“I’m scared of needles…”

“That’s too bad, but at least your hair makes up for the loss.” He laughs and coughs a little from the smoke.

“Yeah, you could say that.” I move my eyes from his face to the ground.

“So what’s your name?”

I get up from my seat and smash the butt of my cigarette out on the floor.

"Party Poison." I scoff and walk away from the strange man.

"What?" He follows quickly behind with the cigarette still placed in-between his fingers.

"Oh, so you want to know more?" I laugh and turn around flashing him my award winning smile.

"Well it's not everyday you find people like you. I want to at least treat you to-"

I cut him off,"Coffee."

"Okay, coffee it is then." He adds.

"There should be a good cafe near here if I'm correct." I look around trying to find the place.

"Ahh, there it is, look." I point my finger to the shop,"Best place in town, hands down."

"Ray Beans?" He repeats the cafe's name,"Never heard of it."

As we walk around the corner I grab the man's hand and rush through New York's busy sidewalks.

"Here," I grab his burned out cig and throw it away in a nearby trash can.

We walk into the cool atmosphere of the cafe and as usual I'm greeted by the one and only barista, Ray Toro.

"Hey Poison, how's it going? New boy toy?" He asks.

"Good one, nah he's," I stop and realize I don't even know his name,"What's your name?"

"Make one up for me." I pause and think, biting my lip down.

Then it hits me,"He's Fun Ghoul, or just Ghoul. We don't joyful things around here."

"Ooo nice one Poison." Ray laughs. "So the normal?"

"Yeah, just get Ghoul-"

He interrupts me and answers,"I'll have what he's having."

Ray nods and I lead Ghoul to my usual table.

"So do you have a name?" He said as we sit down.

"Yes." I reply with a questioning gaze.

"What is it?" Ghoul I could already tell was secretly a serious person, he can make jokes and all, but in the end he wants to know the truth.

I look him in the eye,"Party Poison."

"No real name?"

"That is my real name."

"I guess I'm just going to have to go with it." He looks at me and giggles.

"What?" He stops and checks his phone.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there in a second. Okay, okay." He said sounding a little irritated.

"Sorry, I have to go. Nice meeting you...Poison." He holds his hand out for a shake, but I don't shake it.

"One thing you should know about me is that I don't say goodbye, I just leave without anyone noticing." I comment.

"Well, one thing you should know about me is that I would notice in seconds when that face," His finger traces the outline of my head,"has left my vision's perspective. So goodbye Party Poison. See you around, maybe even if it's just for your lighter." Ghoul strides away with a smirk splayed across his lips.

That guy is damn sassy as hell.

Ray returns with the drinks, a confused look on his face. He hands me the cups and I take both.

"Don't even ask." Is the only thing I say, then I take the cup that was supposed to be Ghoul's, open the lid, and pour all of it's remnants down the trashcan.

I walk out of the cafe with a pissed off look in my face.

No one has ever turned me down like that. I refuse to be unwanted. Who does that damn Ghoul think he is?

Notes

I didn't mean to post this earlier so it like accidentally happened....