Gerard pov.




Tonights the night. I anxiously look up at the clock and then back down at my phone and make sure I have everything I need and don't forget a single thing. I carry a light backpack on my shoulder, filled with hopefully everything I need.

I doubt I missed a thing though, considering I checked it at least fifteen times. Well, one more check won't hurt me, right?

I slide the bag off of my shoulder and unzip it, pushing my hands through the tightly packed in objects.

Yep, everythings in there.

God, I hate that I have to be so anxious about things all the time. It makes my job so much harder, but I also do never forget things now. And I can't exactly say thats a bad thing.

Anyways, back to the point. I still can't believe I'm actually doing this. Ive never done anything this..well, complicated before. Well theres always a first for everything I guess...

If I'm going to do this, I can't let anyone know I'm even slightly nervous. I have to appear confident. Thats basically my whole life though, appearing to be something I'm not. Its pretty effective though. If they don't know I'm scared, it makes my job that much easier.

I grab my much checked backpack and my keys and head out the door into the cold air.

Its time.

My palms are shaking so much that I can hear the soft jangling of the keys hitting together because of my nerves.

When I get nearer to the car, I press the unlock button on the keys and the whole car lights up, making a louder than expected "beep". I mean, when its silent even the smallest noise sounds extremely loud.

I cringe internally and my head whips around in all directions. making sure no one knows I am awake, or going somewhere. I don't want to seem suspicious, thats the last thing I need.

I quickly get in my car, start it and drive away as fast as possible. I need to get out of there.

I keep my eyes focused on the road as my mind wanders in different places, trying not to become overpowered by the feeling of sleep, and trying not to have a mental breakdown with the events ahead. So I allow my mind to wander, just for the sake of my sanity.

My name is Gerard Way, and I am a criminal. Now, you're probably wondering what the actual hell that I am doing right now, so let me tell you. I steal, as you can tell from my title as a criminal. However, I don't just steal anything. I steal only things that I absolutely need. Im not completely heartless. Today I am going to break into a mental institution. You probably think I'm insane, I know. This is going to be the most complicated place I've ever had to break into. With the high tech security and officers guarding every perimeter, its not exactly going to be easy. I'm sure there are also alarms everywhere, so I'll have to find anyway to disable them. Like I said, this is going to be fucking hard, but I'd do anything to get into here, especially for the reason I'm doing it. At least I have a good reason.

My mother, is very, very sick. She has an illness that no regular hospital has medication for, only mental institutions. Sure they have kinds like it, but its not the same. And theres no way I could just buy it from them, without admitting her into the asylum, and theres no way I'd even think of doing that. She's the only family I have left. And pretty soon, if I don't get her the medication she needs, I may not have any family left. She has been getting worse every day, and I don't think I could live with the guilt of her dying because I didn't do anything to help, I wouldn't make it. She means too much to me, especially since I have no one else.

Sure I have "friends" if you can count the people I occasionally sell stolen drugs to for money. They consider me their friend because I help with their deadly addiction. I don't think I can count them as my friends though.

Honestly, I don't mind that much having my mother as my only friend. Its nice to have someone to care for, to have a purpose for. The only thing that gets me is that Im just waiting for the day she dies. When that day comes, Ill have no one to care for. Ill have no purpose.

I shake the thought from my head. I need to live in the present, not the future.

My eyes remain focused on the road as the dim lights on the sidewalks light up my path and I become nearer and nearer to my awaiting destination.




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Frank pov.




I look at the white walls surrounding me. The same white walls I've been staring at for a year. They haven't changed even after all these months. They're still the same boring, white color. Not even slightly different.

However, by the end of the night, I won't ever have to see these white walls again.

Over the months, I've gained the doctors trust, they respect me enough so that I can roam around wherever I want at night and during the day. They trust me enough so they know I won't leave, which is a very good way to live amongst your fellow patients, for they get very jealous. It wasn't exactly easy, but my determination to get out of here made it easier and so much more worth it.

It took months of just sucking up to everyone and being the best to get here, and I have to say, it does feel very good.

At first I was pissed off beyond belief of why they put me here in the first place, but then I realized. These people just don't understand what I understand.

Shortly before I was put in here, I started seeing a ghostlike figure, a man to be exact. He followed me around everywhere I went, telling me great things about myself and how I could be great. At first, I was slightly scared by him, but then I got used to him, well I got more than used to him.

I dwelled in the compliments, for my life had been a very rough one and he was the first person to tell me something good about myself. I loved every second of it too, and soon became slightly full of myself.

I never got to feel this way when I was young because for the first fifteen years of my life, I was abused by my father, before he finally got caught and was put in prison.

I don't know if I've ever felt so happy, or had a bigger weight lifted off of me than that day. I felt so..free. And well, now look where I am.

I hate my father with every ounce of me.

And I envied the kids with perfect lives, perfect parents, perfect everything.

So this "angel-like" person gave me confidence in myself, and a reason to live. And made me less jealous of certain people.

That confidence and high self esteem didn't last long though.

There was a night that changed it all.

One night I was laying in my bed with the door closed and I heard a knock come from outside of it.

I was slightly freaked out as I was the only person in the house, but I convinced myself that it mustve been my mother or something seeing as no one can get in my house but me and my mom since she owns a key.

So I got up anyway and walked towards the door, cautiously opening it.

What stood before me was not my mother. It was a tall...thing. About six and a half feet tall standing up outside my door with one hand up looking like it was about to knock. It had a long face and its mouth was slightly open with drool coming out of it. Its eyes were locked on my every move however.

But, the thing never moved. Only its eyes moved. He held a bucket in his other hand, a rusty, old bucket.

I remember cautiously walking up to it and peeking inside the bucket. It was dark, and was very deep. It looked much deeper on the inside than the outside.

In the bucket was a heart. The heartbeat of the heart lying in there started off slow, but with each second it gained speed. And with each second I could hear footsteps. footsteps of more..things.

I remember with each footstep I heard getting nearer and nearer I could feel my own heartbeat speed up with the one in the bucket. I looked up at the thing before me, his hand still up, ready to knock. His eyes still followed me as I looked behind him.

There was an army. An army of things standing outside my own bedroom.

My eyes darted around, terrified out of my mind. But I couldn't speak, I couldn't even scream.

I remember one of the things, the supposed leader, took my arm and lead me to the bed, where he took out a knife.

He carefully laid me down on the bed and tucked me in softly. Out of instinct I closed my eyes, pretending everything was alright.

Minutes later I opened them, and they were all gone. The only thing that left a trace of them there was I had a stub wound through my stomach.

The thing had stabbed me. I couldn't even feel it.

So I closed my eyes and went back to sleep like everything was normal, and by the time I woke up, the stab wound was gone, and I felt like everything in the world was ok.

Until I was taken here, after my mother sent me here for telling her what had happened.

She betrayed me, but I could never hate her, not as much as my father at least.





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Frank pov.



I grab my very few things and leave the room preparing to head out and leave this place for good. I won't even miss it, not even the slightest bit.

As I grab my stuff and quietly close the door behind me, I dwell in the silence. It makes me feel...free.

I quietly run down the hallway, getting closer and closer to the exit and getting on more of a high than before.

Just as I'm about to run around the corner I run into someone...shit.





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Gerard pov.



Just as I'm turning the corner in the asylum that I have finally reached, I run into someone.

Fuck.

I look up, and it seems to be a patient.

"Who are you?" He stutters out quietly, looking very frightened. "Are you a new doctor here?"

I debate in my head whether or not to tell this boy the truth. If I tell him the truth, he could tell the other doctors, or I could kill him.

But then i'd be not only charged with breaking and entering, but murder too...

"Yeah, I'm a doctor." I lie and the frightened look on the boys face only grows more.

"I-'I'm sorry, I was just up to get something to eat." He clearly lies.

"Its ok." I say quickly and try to walk away, but the man stops me.

"Are you sure you're a doctor?"

"Yes." I say, and try to walk away again.

"No, you're not. I can tell."

"Well than what am I?" I ask, getting more frustrated by the minute.

"I don't know, I can't tell that."

"Fine I'm breaking in, ok?" I give up, and the man begins to laugh.

"You're breaking into a mental asylum?" He laughs.

"Yeah, now keep it down, ok?" I try to quiet him.

"Why would you do that?" He asks.

"I have my reasons."

"Well why don't you tell me why exactly you're here or ill tell the cops you're in here."

I sigh. "Fine."

The man smiles and crosses his arms.

"I'm getting special medication, for my mother. She's very sick." Tears well up in my eyes slightly, but i try to blink them away.

The mans hazel eyes soften and he uncrosses his arms.

"Well how about I make you a deal?" He asks.

"And what exactly is your "deal'?"

"I help you get your medication, and you help me with my problem and help me get out of here."

I pause for a moment. "What exactly is your problem?"

"Im not telling you until you get me out of here."

I stop for a moment, taking in his offer and his appearance. "Hm, you got a deal." I smile and so does he as we shake hands.

"Great." He smirks back.

Notes

Hey guys! New story!!

So I just want to let you know that I will not have the seven deadly sins trials in the order that they are originally placed, I will be mixing up the order for the sake of the story.

Anyways, this might be the most excited I've been for a story in the longest time, so I hope you enjoy it! Bc I just recently became obsessed with the concept of the seven deadly sins and this whole story is basically a dream I had (minus Gerard and Frank of course lmao). But yea this is all a dream I had basically and thought it'd be a great story idea, so I hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this first chapter!

Ill try to update as soon as possible!

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