Erm....this a story written by my sister who has requested her pen name to be *G-thang*.......heheh......
There were many brothers on Baker Street, but there were no two like Gerard and Mikey Way. It’s true that all brothers share a bond, a likeness, an affinity, and at very least blood, but Mikey and Gerard were kindred spirits. They were so close that they functioned as one entity, to the point of having each other’s thoughts. This unique relationship did not go without notice. Other boys were either intimidated by their status as two in one or jealous of it, and on both counts it was reason enough for a Way brother ass kicking.
“Where are you two weirdos going?” Johnny Doe barked.
Gerard and Mikey kept on walking and talking down the sidewalk, ignoring their freckle faced nemesis.
“I said,” Johnny tried his voice again, but louder, “Where are you pansy, weirdos going?”
Now Johnny was standing in front of the brothers blocking their path; his moon shaped face had waxed and waned and was now burning with red rage. “I’m talking to you!” Johnny clarified.
“Oh,” Gerard spoke with a slip of a smile crossing his lips. Mikey looked at his brother and knew he was about to say something faceseous. Something outrageous. “I thought you were talking to the fire hydrant again.”
“That’s it you *puny* spawn of Adam Ant. You’ll be sorry you left your house today.” Johnny was furious now, he was spewing fire and spit from his mouth as he spoke. Johnny was only thirteen years old, but he was equipped with a seventeen years old, or more fittingly, an ogre’s body. A big, ugly, red-headed ogre, and everyone knows not to enrage an ogre. Everyone except for Gerard that is.
“I haven’t been sorry yet. I’ve had a great day. Mikey and I ate ice cream for breakfast and we bought this….” Gerard took a comic book out from his back pack and waved it in front of Johnny provocatively.
“Be sorry for this!” Johnny growled. Without much of any warning (as it usually is with pummeling a person). Johnny delivered a mean left hook which connected with Gerard’s jaw.
Mikey stood by and blinked lamely a few times, taking in the scene. There was Johnny flexing his gorilla fist, there was the new comic book splayed across the pavement, and there was Mikey’s brother sprawled out on cold cement with a stream of blood oozing from his lip. Now, any brother would have been enflamed by this visual, but Mikey and Gerard weren’t just any brothers. They were two in one.
“Why did you do that?” Mikey said with an acid sting to his words. His voice was barely above a whisper, but Johnny got his meaning.
“I did it because you two girls are always walking around like you’re better than everybody.”
“We are better than everybody.” is all that Mikey could reason. Inside, his blood was boiling and bubbling through his veins, until that blood reached his sinewy fingertips. All that he could do was release that energy.
What happened next went down in books as Baker street ledged. Mikey unleashed a belligerent beast from out of his small, thirteen year old frame and tore Johnny Doe with a ferocity not yet known to the Suburban, cookie cutter world of Baker street. When Mikey was through with Johnny he left him on the ground with skin that was flayed raw, and thickly coated with viscous blood. Mikey helped his brother up by the arm and left Johnny to the group of boys who had gathered around the ensuing fight.
“Don’t mess with the Ways.” Mikey concluded. What more could he say? It was true.
Ever since the legendary day that Mikey Way had flattened Johnny Doe into a juicy pulp, the Way brothers had been catapulted into a higher status of enigma, and therefore were ostracized even more. They grew up alone, finding solace in comic books and their love of music. To pass the time in the basement, they formed their own band, but it was soon apparent that they needed more band members.
“This sucks.” Gerard said. “All we have is a bass and a singer. We sound like some beat-neck, experimental hippies. “I think we need more than two band member.”
“Who? Everyone hates us?” Mikey reminded his brother while plucking on his bass.
“We’ll put up fliers. Free comic books if you join now.”
“Only dweebs will come.”
“Exactly.”
Mikey looked at his brother, sitting on a stool in the garage where the two always practiced. He had the mic screwed in his hand and he was poised delicately like a cat. That quirky smile of Gerard’s betrayed his thoughts and Mikey bowed his head in understanding.
“All right. But you make the posters….I have to work on the baseline to ‘Another One Bites The Dust’.”
“Good, we might need that as the theme of our tryouts.” And with that, Gerard winked and set out to advertise the opening positions for the Way brother band.
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And also.......
I can make a bunny!!!! XD
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