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Chapter One - Every Games Has A Prize

I am here to tell you a story
A story that will torture your thoughts by day
And poison your dreams by night
And though i will do my best,
There are no words that can be written
Nor brush strokes laid on canvas
That can describe this stark
And utter horror of the night...
The Emptiness Will Haunt You

Chemistry had proven itself to be extremely tedious. Even with bubbling beakers on flaming burners and lethal chemicals didn't entertain Frank enough to keep him from dozing off at his lab station.

It smelt like chemicals and burnt hair in the clean science classroom. Bright florescent lights caused burring light sensations to form behind Frank's eyelids. The bright swirling colors and growing brightness caused a dull pain to form around the edges of his nose.

His two lab partners, Max and Pete, were daring each other to add more of the white flammable substance to their beaker that was currently occupied by a bright, blue, bubbling liquid. Frank figured by the sound of their dares, the classroom would be in chaos in a few moments.

Frank decided that he was feeling slightly ill. Ever since school had started he'd been acting paranoid, not exactly how he usually acted. His fingers were twitching noticeably, his legs shook, and his shoulders were tense.

His fingers tugged nervously at the blond hair that curled around his ears and he pushed away his long black bangs that fell over his gray-green eyes.

"Are you alright, Frank?" Max Green asked as he looked at their calculation sheet and quickly punched in numbers into his yellow scientific calculator trying to work out the equation.

"I'm fine," Frank mumbled and he quickly typed in another equation into the calculator, writing the answer down, and adjusting the temperature on the burner.

"You don't look fine," Max said.

"It looks like you drank six cups of coffee." Pete Wentz commented as he watched Frank shake in his stool.

"I'm Fine," Frank repeatedly insisted. "I'm just feeling a little weird."

"Do you need to go to the nurse?" Max, always the worrying type, asked and placed a friendly hand on the small of Frank's back.

"No. I just think I'm hungry" Frank thought a good excuse and used it. His friends nodded understandingly.

"Here," Pete reached into his black, well used, backpack and grabbed a small fun-sized package of mini-cookies. "You can eat this."

Frank took the cookies and quickly tore open the bag.

"Thanks," He ate a cookie happily.

His friends laughed.

"Look guys" Pete gestured over beside their table.

Two blond stuck-up cheerleaders stood there gossiping. Hannah and Cassie were at the top of Pete's torment list ever since they called him a 'no good bastard' Freshmen year.

Pete casually leaned over their lab table, before he checked for onlookers of course, and poured WAY to much toxic crystal flakes into the two girls' bubbling beaker before they even noticed.

Almost instantly the chemicals reacted. Their blue liquid turned a deadly looking black the beaker started to boil out of control.

It caught fire.

Hannah and Cassie shrilled in their loud annoying voices. They yelled for Mr. Henry, their Chemistry teacher.

Like Frank had predicted, chaos broke out. Students ran around the class room yelling, trying to get away from the burning lab station.

Mr. Henry fumbled around as he came dashing towards the fire. He was grabbing for the fire extinguisher but, of course, he had trouble with getting the thing to work.

As the class screamed and ran around, Frank, Max, and Pete hid behind their lab station, laughing like maniacs.

"Oh shit!" Pete cried, laughing as the flame that was attempting to be put out only got bigger.

Ten minutes later the fire was out (thankfully), Mr. Henry was gasping for air, Hannah and Cassie were crying delicately, clinging to each other, and the class was laughing and screaming with the excitement the fire had caused.

"What have I told you ladies about not paying attention to your lab?" Mr. Henry yelled his usually handsome face was red with anger.

The two cheerleaders, who had an impressive record of making things catch fire in their science classes cried and kept apologizing to the angry teacher.

"Man, I wonder how they'd react if they knew Pete was the reason most of their labs blew up?" Max stated bluntly looking at the true culprit amused.

"They'll probably try to kill me," Pete stated.

"The teachers would probably try to kill you," Frank said matter-of-fact.

They laughed enjoying the mess they'd caused.

By the time the class settled down, the bell was ringing and dismissing them to their 8th period class.

The three boys gathered their things and walked into the dull, poorly lit hallways of N.J Prep High School.

"This school is so fucking stupid," Pete declared for maybe the thousandth time that day.

Out of everyone Frank knew, Pete was the one who hated N.J Prep the most. He said it was too clean.

To prefect.

Frank had to agree with him.

Everything was neat in plane whites, grays, and blues.

The white hallways, gray lockers, and the students dressed in their prefect uniforms lacked everything creative in the world.

"Craig!" Max cried happily as he spotted his longtime boyfriend walking towards them. Max practically danced over to Craig Mabbitt and he wrapped his arms around the taller boy's shoulders and pressed their mouths together.

They were a cute couple, Frank thought.

Max with his small compact body, slim waste, arms, fingers, his long, wavy, honey brown hair, and big expressive green eyes. His full bottom lip sported two shinny lip rings as did his nose.

Craig was slightly taller than Max. His hair was long black and styled around his face like a long black mane of silk. His eyes were black like his hair, they were usually casually amused like he had better thing to think about, but as he stared at Max they were filled with admiration. He too had a lip pricing in the middle of his top lip and a hoop hanging from his nose.

As they smiled at one another, lost in their own little world, other students walked by starting at them like they were some kind of Black Plague.

Frank on the other hand didn't care about their bold display of homosexual love. How could he? He was gay too.

Not that any of his friends knew.

It was his biggest secret.

One that he didn't even understand WHY he was keeping.

It wasn't like they'd care.

Hell, they'd probably think it was awesome.

But some part of him was thinking they'd reject him.

"Alright love birds," Pete interrupted Craig and Max's kiss. "Get a room."

Max giggled.

Craig rolled his eyes and wrapped a possessive arm around Max's shoulders.

"Let's go to class" Frank suggested.

Next they all had Psychology.

It wasn't exactly his favorite class and he only took it because all his friends were taking it too, but he actually found it sort of interesting, and the teacher wasn't as stupid as the rest.

When they entered the slightly full room they were greeted by Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, and Billie Joe Armstrong.

Them and Craig were the Seniors in their group. Frank, Max, and Pete were the juniors, Frank being the youngest out of all of them.

"Frankie!" Billie-Joe skipped forward to drag Frank into a big hug. Billie-Joe had extremely wild black hair that stuck up in every direction possible. His eyes were gray lined with dark black, and his expressive mouth was pulled into a happy smile.

"Hi, Billie!" Frank smiled looking up at the tall boy.

"I missed you! Why didn't you ride with us today?" Usually, Frank got a ride to school in Billie's car but today Frank had walked to school.

Lately Frank had been feeling a little…different…around Billie. Frank had needed a little break from his flamboyant friend.

"Just needed a little exercise, all those cookies Pete's feeding are me making me fat," Frank pointed at his flat torso.

"Don't blame your cookie obsession on me Frankie," Pete called from his seat by the bushy haired Ray.

"Frank the day you're short ass gains ANY weight I'll keel over with shock," Billie curled the tips of his fingers around Frank's slender waist. "You're nothing but skin and bones" His fingers massaged gently.

Frank felt that weird feeling he usually got around Billie tighten his stomach, he swallowed before hurriedly pulling out of Billie's reach.

"Well, I still think I should exercise more," Frank declared and hurried to his seat by Bob.

Bob was a big, tall, blond guy who Frank completely adored.

"Hey Bobbert!" Frank slapped his friend on the back.

"Hey Frank," Bob said in his deep toned voice sounding a little apathetic. Frank smiled brilliantly.

As everyone took their seats Mr. Russo walked in looking particularly crazy today. His hair was dyed a surprising shade of cobalt matching his exact shade of eye color. He worse six different shades of plaid, big black boots over his yellow plaid slacks, a huge red bow tie, and sparkling rings on all of his fingers. If Frank hadn't know how sensible Russo was, he would of thought he fifty year old man to be daft.

"We're going to be talking about fears today guys," His voice was scratchy from years of smoking.

The class of boys and girls listened intently.

"Okay you guys a vote! A show of hands! Who thinks fear is a bad thing?" Russo called. Frank watched as hands rose high in the air.

Craig, Max, Billie, and Pete rose their hands.

"Okay," Russo wrote the votes on the bored. "Now a show of hands of who thinks fear is a good thing?" More hands went up. Ray and Bob both raised their hands. Frank thought about it and slowly raised his hand too.

"Now who can tell me why it's good to have fear? Mr. Iero?"

Frank looked at Russo narrowly for calling on him but he answered the question anyways.

"I guess, fear is your self-conscience telling your body it's in trouble. Fear also gives life a bit of excitement" Frank answered.

"Okay, good answer," Russo nodded. "How about you Billie, why did you pick the first choice?"

"Because fear just holds you back. It keeps you from trying anything worth remembering." Billie looked over his shoulder and caught Frank's eye, he winked.

Frank felt his stomach twist, and his insides go warm.

Quickly he looked back at Russo not seeing Billie's frown when he did so.

"Also a good answer," Russo nodded. "This is how Philosophers think, some think fear is good and some think it's useless."

"You can conquer your fears in many different ways. There were some studies of doctors putting one patient in a room that was scared of snakes. Every day the patient would come in and sit in this room with the snake, and every day the doctors would move the snake a little bit closer. Sooner or later the snake was right in the patients lap. They were aware the snake was there, but they didn't care because they weren't afraid of snakes anymore. They'd grown used to it."

Russo always had situation he liked to compare their assignment with, Frank thought as he listened to him talk.

"Another doctor tried a more 'head on way' he put the patient in the room and set lose snakes all over the place. The patient obviously was terrified, sooner or later he got used to the snakes but that was before he screamed and had a full blown panic attack first."

"So witch method was better?" Russo asked and called on a girl in the back.

"The first one," She answered quietly.

"Right! But they both worked. But throwing their fear at them scared them silly. Slowly letting the patient get used to the snake was a more dignified way. We're going to try a little experiment. We're going to write our biggest fear on these cards," Russo waved some brightly colored index card in his hands. "And tomorrow we're going to discus why someone would be afraid of that thing."

Russo passed out the cards.

"When you're done, fold it and put it in the hat." Russo waved a large black top hat at them and set in on his desk in the front of the room.

Frank looked down at his bright white index card, then around the room. Everyone was leaned over their card scribbling down their fears.

Frank thought about was he was scared of.

Spiders.

His stepfather.

Marilyn Manson….somewhat…the guy was fucking crazy.

Deciding that Marilyn Mason and His stepfather weren't the best choices, Frank quickly scribbled the word 'Spiders' on the card and folded it before anyone had the chance to see it.

He got up and tossed it in the hat.

As he went to sit down two things happen.

One, Frank past Billie's desk and he looked up. They made eye contact. Not normal eye contact when you smile or some shit like that. Or the kind of eye contact where it's so awkward you look away. It was that mesmerizing eye contact where you couldn't/didn't look away.

Frank felt like he was about to drown in the smoke of Billie's gray eyes. They were like storm clouds, clear, and slightly mysterious.

The second thing that happen was the class room door swung open with such a loud bang it shocked Frank out Billie's captive gaze and caused to him half trip over Max's backpack.

"Can I help you?" Mr. Russo asked whoever had just walked in.

"Yeah, I'm new. I got put in this class" a musical voice like water over rocks sang through the room.

It made Frank's skin crawl.

It felt like something hot, wet, and sickly just slithered over Frank's neck and down his back. Something about the voice sent whispers of dreaded alarm coursing through his blood.

Frank turned—and lost his breath.

Hazel eyes. Except they weren't just hazel, they were some exotic color like nothing Frank had ever seen before.

No one he'd ever seen had eyes like that, especially not surrounded by lashes so heavy they seemed to weigh his eyelids down.

The boy had the most startling coloring Frank had ever seen. His eyelashes were black, but his hair was white, a true white, the color of frost or tendril of mist. He was so beautiful.

So beautiful in the most exotic, uncanny way imaginable, as if he'd just stepped in from another world.

Frank's reaction was instant, total, and absolutely terrifying.

He's forgotten the world's existence.

He didn't realize that people could ACTUALLY look like that.

Maybe he wasn't real?

"Oh, and what's your name?" Russo asked.

The moment Russo had spoken Frank had realized that the boy had been staring just as boldly back at him, as Frank had been staring at him.

The boy looked away, and Frank felt a chill pour over him like a bucket of ice cold water. It stung his skin and made his earlier anxiety return.

He began to shake.

"Gerard Way," The boy answered.

His hair was so white, choppy and short, long bangs falling over his forehead, and curled slightly around his neck and ears. Frank couldn't believe it was actually real. Not when his eyebrows and eyelashes were so incredibly dark. His skin was pale too, like moondust. Then there were his unreal eyes. His mouth was thin, wide, and pale, his nose small, tipped forward slightly.

He was flawless.

He was dressed in all black.

He looked so insanely unreal.

Like some sort of fleshy skeleton.

"Well Mr. Way, take a seat behind Frank, if Mr. Iero would take his own seat" Russo said.

Frank realized that he was still just standing there staring.

Quickly he turned to walk to his desk and awkwardly sit.

He saw Billie looking at him weirdly but Frank could hardly take his eyes off the new boy.

Gerard turned. He looked straight at Frank, grinned with a mouth full of small, almost pointy teeth. He swaggered down the row of desk, everything about him was sickly confident, and unsettling.

Frank felt his muscles spasm when Gerard walked bye, and he dragged his long pale fingers over the face of Frank's desk. Frank eyes dragged up to meet Gerard's amused ones.

"Nice to meet you, Frank," He mouthed.

Frank didn't feel safe.

If he'd still had his index card.

His answer would have changed.

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[*-ps-

"What do you guys think about that new kid?" Craig asked as their large group headed towards the auditorium.

Frank felt his skin crawl.

"He had white hair." Ray stated the obvious. "That was a little…out there?"

"I thought he was going to eat Frank from the way he was staring at him." Max put in.

Frank almost tripped over his own feet.

"What the hell are you talking about, Max?" Frank hissed. "That guy was freaking me out." Half honest, Frank scowled.

"Yeah, I figured, I would be creeped out if someone was looking at me like that too. I wonder what his problem was?" Max asked.

"It's because Frank's so cute." Billie threw his arm over Frank's shoulder, and the first warm HAPPY feeling washed over Frank for the first since he'd seen Gerard.

"I doubt that's it Billie," Frank smiled warmly at his taller friend. He wrapped his arm around Billie's narrow waste and hugged him close.

Billie grinned brilliantly.

They walked into the auditorium where they practiced every day.

They were a group of music junkies.

"Who's going to sing to day?" Craig asked.

Craig and Billie were their singers. Ray, Max, Pete, and Frank usually stuck to back up singing. Bob said he refused to sing, instead he played the drums.

"You can, I think I wanna try some new cords on the guitar." Billie said.

Ray, Pete, Frank and Billie could all play guitar.

Max was their badass bass player.

"I wanna show you something I came up with Billie!" Pete informed them as he jogged up to the stage. He took his guitar from it's case, and as he started to set up, everyone followed.

"Frank are you okay?"

Frank looked up in Billie's gray eyes.

"Yeah, why?"

"You're so quiet today." Billie raised his hand to run it threw the long black hair on top of Frank's head.

"I'm just thinking" Frank reassured his friend, enjoying the way Billie's fingers played with his hair.

"Are you sure?"

Frank nodded.

"Alright, then let's go make some loud ass noise!" Billie cheered and dragged Frank up to the stage.

They played for a while, talking about what would make them sound better.

Craig had given up on singing and it looked to Frank like he was trying to con Max into a kiss.

He had just stood up to put away his own guitar when the lights when out.

Frank jumped.

"What the fuck?" Pete's voice sounded through the pitch black darkness.

"What happen to the lights?" Max cried.

Frank felt that slow panic starting to build up from being in the dark unwillingly.

"Maybe the power went out? It's been raining pretty bad all day" Bobs voice said.

Frank had forgot the dark cold rain that had been pounding away at the roof of the school all day. Now that he was listening and it seemed awfully loud.

"What the hell's going on?" Billie's voice was close to Frank.

"We're about to play a game."

The voice came from the corner of the stage, from the darkness that haunted over them. It was a voice that didn't belong to any one in the group, but one that was familiar to Frank.

He's only heard it once before, but he couldn't mistake it.

Like water over rock, it was full of elemental music.

Every head turned.

And a spot light suddenly blinded them as it shot through the dark like a knife.

It spotted right on the boy.

He was just as beautiful as he'd been earlier, but Frank figured that maybe he'd just looked so beautiful because it was the first time he'd seen him. Frank now realized that he'd always looked unreal, and very, very, beautiful.

His hair shone in the dimness like flawless white snow, his white skin like moon glares. He's clothes had changed from the long sleeved black t-shirt to a black vest showing off a large amount of his glowing skin, and tight black leather pants that hugged him oh-so nicely.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, shielded by long lashes.

He was smiling.

"It's the new kid," Craig said commenting on the obvious.

"Gerard Way," Ray supplied a name.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Billie asked.

The boy in black took another step forward, the spot light following him, Frank could see the impossible hazel color of his eyes now. His gaze swept over the others, though he wasn't looking at Frank.

Frank could see how the uncanny eyes affected his friends and how they reacted as they looked into his face and saw something different.

Something that caused their eyes to go wide and suspicion turned to fear.

Gerard scared them.

Just as he scared Frank.

"You can just call me Gerard, last names don't matter here."

"Why don't they matter?" Max asked, from the light Frank could see his shadow clinging to Craig's.

"That doesn't matter."

Frank decided he didn't like this Gerard's characters short answers to everything.

"Well whoever you are. Do you know why the lights are out?" Ray asked.

"Everyone left. All the doors are locked. And I decided the lights need to go off." Gerard answered in his silky voice.

Frank felt uneasy crawl over him, and the others felt it two.

The group started to move forward to the light only Frank stayed back, not moving, not speaking. His sense of dread was getting stronger the whole time.

"The doors are locked?" Worry coated Ray's voice.

"Why would they be locked?" Craig asked.

"Because I locked them," Gerard rolled his eyes but then grinned, his lips pulled over teeth and he looked like some malevolent lunatic.

"What did you mean by, 'playing a game' earlier?" Billie asked.

"Exactly that," Gerard said, he raised one of his dark brows.

"Well I'm not playing,," Billie stated flatly.

Frank felt bile start to rise in his throat.

"That's too bad because, there's a lot at stake." Gerard snapped his fingers "Because now that I've got one of your friends. You'll have now choice"

Everyone whipped around, they all stared at one another.

Max, Craig, Billie, Ray, Pete, and Frank.

Bob was gone.

"What happen to him!" Ray cried.

"What the fuck! Bob!" Max called throught the auditorium only reserving his echo as an answer.

"Now that you're all going to play," Gerard said again. "You play until you win—or I do."

"What do you want from us?" Pete asked.

Gerard smiled, then looked past him. Past all of them, to the one person who hadn't said a word since he'd entered the room and the lights had gone out.

Right at Frank.

"Every game had a prize," Gerard said.

Frank met the impossibly colored eyes and he knew that he'd been right to feel dread.

They stood for a moment, looking at each other.

Gerard's smile deepened.

Billie looked back and forth between them. Understanding slowly dawned on his face.

"No…" he whispered.

"Every game has a prize," Gerard repeated. "Winner takes all."

"NO!" Billie cried and lunched himself across the stage.