GERARD WAY (LLTBP)

𐔌 . ⋮ In Dragg .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

A nasally breath pierced through the silence from just outside your door, making you pause. At first, you dismissed it as nothing more than the castle settling, a rusty creak in the ancient wood, but when a sharp knock followed, the hair on your arms stood up. When you called out for them to enter, only a deafening silence answered you. Trembling, you stood up, the hem of your nightgown swishing against your thighs as you moved toward the door. A suffocating energy seemed to penatrate the room, weighing down on your chest. Just as you reached for the knob, the door was violently shoved open. You cried out, stumbling backward as you fell to the floor, your gown feeling heavier with every desperate inch you retreated. The intruder stepped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him with a finality that made your heart hammer against your ribs.

He was one of your father's performers, but he looked nothing like the dramatic man who preformed in front of thousands. He was covered head to toe in blood and wearing a stained coat, his presence was terrifyingly off. He toyed with a blood slicked dagger, tracing the sharp point along his palm as his eyes raked over your delicate frame. "You look frightened," Gerard purred, his voice dripping with menace. "Sorry for the interruption, but your father owes me for the time I've lost."

Panic seized you as he closed the distance, the tip of his blade grazing your precious cheek. The threat hung between you like a guillotine: would he use you, or simply end you? "Not sure if I should make you help me or if I should kill you, hmh..?" Gerard mused, his bloodied face inches from yours. His lips curved into a sick smile as he crouched down to your level, placing the cold steel against your cheek.