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Yes, I still gibbet! The text I've already written in August and now you finally get him to read ... 
Somehow time goes by so fast here and the days just fly along. I have not the Had time to write something just once, as I promised.
my job, I've thrown the end of July, since I have not managed to work 16 hours a day in August and my short break of more than 2 hours would be dropped off because here in August tourist-peak season. And was so haunted me that there no longer, as the owner of Trattoria does not necessarily have a good reputation.
meantime, I was a week of work, but I continue to search, and thanks to vitamin B my girlfriend and her family to a new job. Because although I earn a bissl less, but for a super Working environment with friendly colleagues and a total working week of almost 10 hours my workplace is a Bar / Pasticceria in Taormina. There are only sweet things and are sold at the bar's drinks. I thought they put behind the bar and I get along well. If I still need help, someone is always nearby. So all wild semi-Sun
The laughs I'm always on my side, not even when language works. But I can not help it even if the mumbling way or come with NEM completely shitty dialect so! But all in all, it is also linguistically very good and it keeps getting better.
My working clock 17 starts and ends between 2 und 3 clock in the morning. The conversion to the working time is not a problem that fits perfectly. I only have problems with my need for sleep. It happens sometimes that I fall asleep at noon to 1 clock. But I work because I am at least 11 clock out of bed, so I of husband, child and day was also something else. But that's ne mere matter of habit.
The great thing about the job that I can munch there till you drop! Ice cream, pastries, Granita ... And in addition there is still a hot meal every night. Either cooked or what is ordered. And at no cost. Pays all the boss! Yes I know these are a lot of calories every day because I slide into me, but that's about it half as wild as I got through the first job taken off well.
The disadvantage is the Pasticceria also makes winter break. Depending on how things are going it makes a close to three months. And that is hard, because then there's no money. But we also create.
From 17.09. begins for our junior school. His uniform, we have already bought. The uniform is nothing wild, just a dark blue coat.
We are very happy that we won the school bag for the dwarf still in Germany, for what the kids get here is nothing but a backpack with reinforced back oller. And if the hold for a while would is also questionable.
Our greatest concern were the textbooks for Junior. We knew that we must pay for itself, we were pondering on. But this fear has vanished into thin air. For when our child goes to a state school, he gets the books to the 5th Class from the commune and we do not pay. This confirms once again "all good"!
The landscape and environment, I find here still great and I can at sea, not the mountains, the Volcano and the whole atmosphere get enough or get enough of it. Every day when I take the bus up to Taormina go, I have a wonderful view of the vastness of the sea, Giardini Naxos and the mountains. And if the weather is good, I can even see the mainland. And when I go home at night, I see a great blaze of light, the sea and I love these views!
photos we shot some, but I can not make it right now online. We have 2 cheap internet café and ran both I do not come. One is currently closed and we do not know if it ever opens again, and the second is always only 17 clock on and I'm already in Taormina. And in Taormina, you pay to be stupid and dumb! The company but smooth 6 € for an hour! Upload photos and always takes a while ...
The weather is very hot, but well endure. Even the afternoon sun still burns the clock 16 properly on the skin. But I have so fewer problems than I thought before. My skin now has a beautiful tan. At least in the places that are not covered by clothing. So often we are no longer at sea. During the day, the beach is full with tourists and which are real towel to towel. That is not our thing! In the evening, from 19 clock it's better. It is empty on the beach and the sun no longer bangs. But I'm working yes. But that is not bad, for night swimming in the sea is also fun!
I miss something here? Well, I miss some people, but we are all not of the world!
And otherwise I do not have the Internet real animal! I have to admit honestly. But eventually I did it here again. And I miss the office work. I decided to myself here simply bootstrapping. I'll stay a while in the Pasticceria and cheap hard on my language skills and in one or two Years I will be ready that I can set the hurdles of the Italian office work. For the office we have here a secure job that is open all year and you earn more if you caught the right company.
is all in all it's not easy but not impossible. We here you go back well and none of us wants.
Monday, December 1, 2008
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Today There was an exceptional high water in Venice, the peak at 11 was 156 cm.
I barely managed to get in office ... and then I was a prisoner.
hard to get out except with boots to the groin and also with those given my height is in danger of being overwhelmed!
I took some pictures ... This is one of the entrances:
This
another:
This is the Zattere completely underwater:
Saturday, November 29, 2008
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M&M
Titolo : M&M
Fandom : Real People/ Avenged Sevenfold- Bullet For My Valentine
Autrice : mrs_toro_or
Beta Reader : Will and sakura, my two treasures
Raiting: PG13
Warnings: slash, but just mentioned
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, what I write is not for profit and none of the facts that I intend to propose is true.
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as constructive) are always welcome. Thanks in advance to all, especially to my wonderful beta Will91, because without her I would be lost, and my sakura_kinomoto
, my sis and my baby. Thank you because you are unique and appreciate each single thing I write, and thank you because when we're together is absolutely fantastic and something crazy, like us xD. Thanks, girls!
-Matt, Matt, we get-
The boy stretched out in the heat of his bunk gave no sign of having heard and continued to sleep deeply.
-Matt! Matt, fuck, come on, we must come down soon! -
Nothing. He slept happily, surrounded by some kind of dream and in the arms of Morpheus, who apparently did not want to leave. He turned on his side, unconsciously giving away the other, and muttered something.
-Matthew Tuck, if you do not get up within five seconds after you jump out of bed! -
Another movement from the bunk, another grumble ... and then nothing. Nada. Did not want to wake up.
The other grabbed the blanket and yanked, pulling it completely off the bed and leaving the body of the mate completely uncovered.
-What the fuck ...-
-final, princess! Move your ass, get off soon-
-But ...! Jay, damn it! I'm cold! Give me back the blanket and go a little 'fuck off, "said the bell'addormentato fished out from the ground and covered him again gettandosela. Turned away, put his head on the pillow, and best regards Jay.
-Look, idiot of a Tuck, move your ass-Jay took up the blanket and threw it into the far corner of the bus, we arrived at Dayton, we have to get down, get everything and then do the sound check. Then see the hurry-
- 'Fuck it. " Matt curled up on itself, trying to ignore the voice of his bass player and also his migraine. E-
take a shower, you smell
-Jay if he went, and as far as Matt could also go fuck off, leaving the singer alone.
excruciating pain had taken possession of his head, almost as if a truck was passing over us. Indeed, a truck. With Bam Margera and dozens of other fools guys like him that leaped, splashed there above.
had to stop drinking-be ', not just drinking, but not to drink so much that not even remember his name, here, that is.
She slowly sat up and immediately put his hands to his head. Shit, made him a bad dog. For more was freezing, without a sick deck and with only a light shirt with long sleeves.
He got up, leaving the warmth of the bed, picked up from the ground that happened to the first tee shot, put it on and headed towards the coffee machine, on the other side of the bus. Empty. Not a drop of coffee inside. Snorted preparing the car and lighting a cigarette to kill time.
His companions were already down, you probably already going to fix everything for the concert.
He inhaled the smoke slowly, exhaling just as slowly, and put out his cigarette when the coffee maker had finally made his duty. He poured the hot liquid and dark in a cup, took a couple of aspirin from the shelf where they were usually resting and swallowed, watering with coffee.
He went to the bathroom, taking off along the way and leaving clothes scattered everywhere. Then, finally, let flood by the jet of hot water in the shower, thinking a bit 'to the previous evening.
The day before they were in St. Louis for another leg of Taste Of Chaos. They had performed, they went great. Then, after the live, they decided to go for a drink. They were also joined Avenged Sevenfold, with which they were gradually establishing a relationship of friendship. Then, taking part in a tour like that, it was impossible not to know new people. The hard part was knowing nice people.
the pub with the others, had ingested a quantity far too much alcohol, and you do not even know how he managed to reach the tour bus and then into bed safely.
-Matt! Shit, come on! - Padgate
voice, the voice screaming in Padgate, joined him in the bathroom and made him snort of disappointment. She could not even take a shower in peace, damn it.
-Arrival! - Shouted in response, leaving the bathroom and looking for something to get him. Panties: Find-a few chairs around on the bus, but the result was the same. Jeans? On the ground there were a couple, yes, were his. Okay, knitting? He had to have a black somewhere, find out where the problem was. He rummaged around the bus without success, until he was an absurd idea to look at one of the bags on the floor. Yes, indeed, was there, but how the hell we was over? He remembered leaving it on a few chairs.
last wore his sweatshirt and black shoes. Sunglasses to cover dark circles, face Scazzi hard hat pulled down over his eyes ... well, was ready.
got off the tour bus and wandered for a while intondo ', were undecided about where to go exactly. Nobody had bothered to tell him anything good.
He walked about half an hour after the arena-load speed, and noticed a lot of people in there, busy arranging speakers, amplifiers, cables and tools.
He went to his band, noting that there was someone with them more.
-Hello guys, saluted, yawning loudly. It was past two in the afternoon, and he had slept very little for his standards. Not to mention the headache hangover, of course.
-Hey Tuck! -. Zacky Vengeance, rhythm guitarist of Avenged Sevenfold, greeted him cheerfully, patting a pat on the shoulder.
-Hello, Venge-put her hands to her head-if I stopped ringing like a fangirl in hormonal crisis I would be immensely grateful. " Zacky laughed loudly.
-migraine hangover, Tuck? -. Matt just nodded while his companions if they laughed. They had to laugh, then?
-Quiet, you are not the only one. Shads is combined in the same way-we-two singers
drunks and idiots, "said Padgate laughing, followed by Jay, Moose and Zack. Matt spoke to them a sincere fuck.
"Then, when your idiocy will end, someone could also explain what the hell are we doing here at three in the afternoon, he said, lighting another cigarette.
, I tell You, Tuck, "said a voice behind him, the concert was an hour and a half early, so we get to work and be ready sooner than expected-
-three in the afternoon, Gates ? Yes it takes time to prepare, but this seems excessive-
-orders from above, "said Tuck turned the dark just arrived then to greet others, Padgate. Moose. -Jay. The boys responded to the salutation and began to chat a bit 'of this and that, expecting that the remaining band members arrived. That night we all would be exhibited, Bullet For My Valentine Avenged Sevenfold before and after, and already pre-concert excitement was becoming palpable.
-Shit, Syn, you could also leave me an aspirin! -.
Brian replied without even turning around, just mentioned with a smirk on his face.
-And you could also just leave the coffee. We are equal-
Matt Shadows joined them, wearing dark glasses and a hat to cover the eyes, heavy head. He also wore a black sweatshirt and jeans worn-looking dark enough, and he looked shaken. As well as a tremendous headache.
-Boys. Tuck-bowed, suppressing a groan of pain. Damn his guitar and run out of stock aspirin.
-I'll see where we are made shortly after-Syn,-Zack, come with me? -. The other nodded, and together they fled, leaving the others standing there in a corner of the arena.
"Then, Shads, migraine, too, hum? - Matt asked removing his sunglasses to rub his eyes. Matt nodded.
-It 's like a truck was doing back and forth, the above-said, pointing at his head.
-understand, I understand all right-
-The next time you drink less, the two of you-Jay interjected, earning glares from the two singers and laughing afterwards.
-You should watch your faces, seriously! - Continued, seem to be two-zombies! -. Moose Padgate and gave him a hand, continuing to tease the two until their expressions are almost homicidal.
-Hum, guys, I'd say go and check that everything is in place-made Padgate, the wisest among them (from the looks scared murders, more than anything else), we also find-Syn and Zack, eh? -
Good idea, "said Jay-booting, immediately followed closely by guitarist and drummer. Matt, their singer, shock his head indignantly.
-Rabbit-spat, ridendosela under the mustache and lighting another cigarette.
-do not smoke a bit 'too much, you? - Shadows asked, pointing to the shell of tobacco between his fingers. Matt looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
-and you do not make a bit 'too much of the other cocks? -
-Main muriatic acid for breakfast, Tuck-Over-
forkfuls of your cock, Shads. "
They stood in silence to look a bit 'sideways and a little' fun. They had a temper is not exactly easy, two of them (another thing in common, besides the name), and were practically the only ones able to keep his head. The fact that we spent half the time to tease each was a different kettle of fish. When Jay
, Syn and all the others came from them several minutes later, also followed by Johnny and The Rev, Matt the two were still in silence, in the same position, have a look 'askance.
*
Matt looked at the audience. There were thousands of kids.
were many, were unleashed. Jumped, danced, sang, shouted. It's like crazy.
He turned to Jay on his right hand, and smiled. His bass was lost in a world of his own, had been completely alienated from everything, and played with an expression to be blessed on his face.
was then that she saw him.
Perhaps it was a simple play of light, perhaps the decided to put a hand fatigue. Or maybe just too much alcohol had gone to his head. Again.
The fact that he was there, behind the scenes. Alone, without his teammates. And look at him.
He was not just watching the show, no. She looked at him, he could feel it. He could feel the tingling of those green eyes upon himself, he felt fine.
She looked at him and continued to watch it, without shame or anything. And he smiled.
From behind the scenes, set in a bustle of people, lights and colors. He tapped his foot to the music, and even sang a few songs. Matt
almost forgot to sing, but a powerful schitarrata Padgate vividly reminded of what to do. It's all in one second fell on him, almost his game looks with him had plunged into a dimension without space and time. The sounds, lights, colors, the screams ... everything's crashing on me without mercy, bringing it back to reality and the last song to sing before closing the concert-and make room for the headlining band.
words to words they do not slip off the lips, shaping and spreading in the air on the notes, words for words as his eyes threatened to go back there in the corner behind the scenes.
-Lord I can not disguise the look inside my eyes, the more I try to look away the more I'm staring ...-*
And we came back. Magnetized, captured, has its own life, too. The more he tried to avoid it, the more his eyes turned in that direction. The more he tried to look away, the more green that shone in the dark was interesting and intriguing.
was that green, probably. It was the play of light, too. It was the alcohol, of course.
was hiding something green, something mysterious, something forbidden. And he could not stop to fix it, not really. He sang almost automatically, his fingers wandered safe and gentle on the guitar, the notes and shaping the music that seemed to fit perfectly then. It seemed almost appropriate for him.
And then ended. The music, lights, concert. People kept shouting their appreciation, but it was all over, it was time to get off the stage and give way to large.
was time to get my feet back on the ground, because he, at those levels, there would come, he was convinced. Despite the press and critics continue to define a new promise in the field of metal, his brain was determined to believe otherwise. Brain psychopath.
He turned the knob on the guitar totally denies the volume and looked around, and the roadie's turn came to take away the instrument.
He went to the fifth right and follow it, entering into complete darkness, and half expected to find waiting for those eyes. The only thing we found were his companions, a bunch of girls that did not stop fizzy buzz around nice cold beer and another that someone handed him. Bella
-performance, Tuck-
-Thanks,-Venge. Inger beer all in one go: it was flushed needed something fresh.
-You were great. " Syn Gates arrived at that moment, with a crooked half-smile on his face and eyes light with excitement.
-Thank you, Gates. " Syn nodded and hugged his guitar, smiling, excited over a child on Christmas eve.
-Now it's up to us, "said Zack, as the light in his eyes came to life, illuminating whole.
-I know, "said the guitarist with a candid smile,-Matt, remains to see us? -
Matt nodded.
-course, you believe that you answered with a gesture of throwing the can dry somewhere on the ground.
-Fico-Zacky continued,-then maybe we all go for a drink-
Yes, and then ends up like yesterday. " Padgate had come so quietly that none of them noticed him until he spoke. Zacky laughed, let Syn go to a face, always attached to him.
Matt-Matt and I were able! -. Zack smiled, and then the smile widened until it became a real laugh.
-What's so funny? - Matt asked, as the present, with a quizzical grin on his face. Zacky looked at him and continued to laugh a bit, 'until I tried to remain serious, so far as was possible.
and Matt-Matt! - Exclaimed,-M & Mj Like candy! - Padgate
joined in the laughter with Syn. Matt, however, we do not find anything to laugh about. They had the same name, So what?
-What 's that makes you laugh, everybody? - One-stop
idiot, "said Matt Shads without looking back, feeling his gaze focused on him.
-Dai, Tuck, you have not a shred of humor! - Zacky stepped in, still laughing and then turned to his singer-I just said that you and Tuck would be able to drink again as two sponges, and when I told you were not there, and I told Matt and Matt. M & M like candy! -
Matt Shadows reserved his rhythm guitarist look shocked, almost idiot to believe that an alien had taken its place.
"Then explain to me what the hell's so funny-he said, seriously.
-For once we agree, Shads
-not-you get used to, Tuck grinned-the singer of Avenged Sevenfold,-this was just the exception that proves the rule-
-E as a rule, if you please? - Asked Matt, but underneath very docile mock acid.
-The rule that you and I do not get along-
-Ah, that
-Yes, the one-
while the other three continued to watch the exchange, totally absurd and crazy.
-And then I'm the one fool-Syn whispered to Zack that if the rise in the mustache-ops, to the hat.
In fact, the only thing in common that they had those two, and the name, was the factor detestiamoci cordially. " A such idiocy that even a child would behave in a more responsible adult.
* When Avenged Sevenfold were on stage managed to attract the attention of all on himself.
was not as simple as it might appear, and they were not like other bands. They were big, with a capital G. They were very good, and they did see. Outstanding musicians and artists on the stage there seemed to be born.
notes and bass guitars, powerful strokes of the battery of Rev, the voice of Matt.
Here, especially. The voice was so strong and powerful that you could not be hypnotized. A voice a bit 'nasal, of course, but even when shouting Shadows Hell was shaken. They were
the stage as Jimmy Page on guitar, equation, simple and effective. Perfectly realistic.
Matt, behind the scenes, she found herself singing a song over, hypnotized by the music, lights and the voice of his namesake. They might even hate each other cordially, but it was obvious that Matt Sanders had a voice that shook walls and buildings. There was no doubt about that.
-Nothing hurts my world, just Affects the ones around me. When sin's deep in my blood, you'll be the one to fall-
** Matt heard the crack breathing and his eyes met his brain that green and reflected on those words.
was so damn simple to be almost evil. There had always been before our eyes, always, and only now could understand it. He had been a fool not to have noticed before.
How can a simple song reveals the truth?
How can two simple sentences show yourself?
The truth is that they can, and that Matt had realized too late.
-* Matt, damn it, stop going around and drink like a sponge! - Padgate snapped after about half an hour that his frontman did not stop walking, and damn, you're not a fucking sponge! You can not drink so much, by golly! Then it is obvious that you bring back to a crap-
Jay seconded the nodding, Moose had been out for a ride. And Matt continued to drink and walk out without a sign of having heard anything. Nothing was too busy to listen to the unconscious flow of his thoughts to worry about his teammates. And his train of thought at the time was huge and worrying.
Damn. Damn it all. He had to talk to him, he felt. It would have to do it quickly. So fast. O would probably be mad.
-Now where the heck are you going? - Jay asked, shocked. Not only listening to them (or even heard them, actually), but took it and went out without a word, one syllable. Even one puff. No, nothing. Li was soft so without explanation no. Yet they only wanted to help him.
I must do something. "
* Cries In Vain Bullet For My Valentine **
Unholy Confessions, Avenged Sevenfold
Chapter Two
Matt looked at him with a smile in the crowd below him. There was a lot of people, something that never would have expected. They danced, sang, shouted.
smiled and shook his companions more than the microphone between his fingers, taking up singing.
-Nothing hurts my world, just Affects the ones around me. When sin's deep in my blood, you'll be the one to fall-
He knew he was there even before turning around. She heard him, the pinch of those blue eyes roamed over him.
and met them.
Its green was flung open in that blue light and clear, and at that moment he understood.
It was as if his eyes were talking, and they were revealing the truth. And he understood that he had understood him, who knows, perhaps long ago.
store for him a little nod of the head while his lips blossomed into a smile which provided automatically once to hide.
not going well, was no good at all. After all, could only be an impression, all the fruit of his imagination. The strange thing was ... all in reality. It was strange how their eyes are attracting and you encounter at every possible opportunity. It was strange how they had pierced the first time, as their bickering that filled those days of stress and concerts at the TOC. Like after a day of hard work can be found in his bus to think about what had they made it better. Those eyes, that voice.
The words came from his lips without affecting his brain, his thoughts while enjoying a life of its own.
not felt the passage of time, it felt almost even exchange of the song. Everything was going smooth, flowing in front of his eyes while he kept thinking.
Who knows? maybe he got lucky. Maybe, but just maybe, that feeling of disruption of the intestines was not the only one to try it. Or maybe, just maybe he was daydreaming, and was not even the first time.
*
-So, or tell me what the fuck you take or you take a punch. " Syn. Dear old adorable Gates. Kind and understanding as a cobra.
Zack and Johnny had gone out for a ride, probably the tour bus Bullet, while Jimmy was shut up in his bunk and rested a bit '. Needed it, they had all need. That tour weary them, destroying them day after day, of course, was a wonderful thing to stand there and sing on that stage, but the stress was through the roof.
In addition, each felt the absence of loved ones. Each of them was missing his family, each of them was missing his girlfriend.
Except him. Val that he had already left quite a few 'first time. He had realized too late that the girls were not just her gender. -Matt
or talking or I'll throw a chair-
-Calm, Bri, I have nothing. " Matt sighed, rubbing a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it. Brian's eyes widened in disbelief.
-You said-you light a cigarette, and I-I believe that everything is ok?! But I say, do you take me for? For an idiot? -. Matt shook his head, exhaling smoke from mouth and nostrils. Damn. At everything.
-Matthew Charles Sanders, Brian continued,-not daring to shake his head like that! And do not dare try to fool me! -
Damn it, damn it to Brian. Damn him, because he always knew what goes on in his head. Damn him, because he was the best friend you could have, and why as this never left you alone even for an instant. Damn him, because he was trying to help you with all his might. Damn him, because he was really the only thing he needed but did not want to admit it.
-Shit, Bri-Matt sighed, turning to look at it, -I ... I do not know, I think ...-
-You have a crush. " It was not a question, just a statement. Brian knew, knew him even better than he knew himself. I'm just a stupid
-...-. Matt shook his head again and put out his cigarette in the ashtray now over. Brian turned to look at that, strangely, smiled.
-What are you laughing? - Asked, a little 'Scazzi. He had problems and that fool he laughed. Meanwhile, Brian took the phone from his pocket and dialed a number. E-
who now call it, damn it!? -. Matt squirmed in his chair, nervous and uncomfortable. Syn wanted to make someone else aware of its problems? Would kill him, without a doubt. Damn! Because his private facts could not remain so? Why Brian felt the desperate need to cling to the phone, probably to warn or Zacky Rev or Johnny? Damn. And 'fuck everybody.
-Padgate? Syn. One is made-
*
-I do not understand ...- Matt whispered to his friend, Padgate, what the hell is happening to me? -
When, a few days earlier, had attended their performance, something had moved inside him. Something that had, in a sense, an eye-opener. Something that had confused beyond belief, and that even if the time had seemed the easiest thing the world, was proving the most complicated.
was not going to talk to him. At first it had seemed that easy, really, but then rationality had come, and everything was blurred. It was not easy even a bit '. And then, if he went to talk to him what he should say to him? "You know, when I saw you sing I knew there was something more, and I do not know what, but now I'm not so sure"?
The other smiled, indulgently, as if preparing to explain something to a child. Matt did not notice either, as it was lost in his concerns. She did not notice the twinkle in his eyes Chittaro, nor just alluded to that smile on his face.
-Matt, tell me one thing-
-Shoot-
-How do you feel? I mean, the emotions you feel. What do you feel, here. " Matt reflects on us a few moments.
-I ... I ... boh, Padgate, is not simple-Try-
the same. " Matt sighed and tried to sort out the mess in his head.
-I feel ... evil. And 'as if you were hurt, physical, but it is not the same thing, "said,-I do not know, it's like when you have the flu. I mean, I feel that you are evil, but not really pain at a physical level. It 'like I'm tired, tired inside, and the What do you hurt. " Padgate smiled, encouraging him to go ahead with his absurd explanations.
-It 's like a pain in my stomach, like when you're sick and you feel it tight in a vice-Matt took a deep breath, and at the same time-it's like a pain in my heart. A little more physical, like a weight on his chest. It hurts, makes me sick, fuck-E-
...?- then asked the other, knowing that there was definitely something more. Matt sighed again, confused.
-And then ... and then, at times, I feel great, happy, you know? How to get butterflies in my stomach. It 'nice, you turned your stomach to suck, but it's nice. " He looked his friend and bandmate, sadly.
-God, I'm crazy-mumbled, and know-what's the worst thing? - Padgate shook his head,-the worst thing is that at certain times that sort of pain and happiness blend together ... and it's like I'm dying, slowly, from the inside-
Padgate smiled again, amazed by the inability to recognize all those feelings of Matt.
-And all this happens when ...?- asked again, hoping to give him a little help to get the answers he sought.
-When I start to argue with that asshole of Shadows. " No, Matt definitely did not understand, was proving more obtuse than expected. Padgate tried again.
-E because it happens when you quarrel with him? -
-Why is an idiot and pisses me off, that's why. " Soon we missed that Padgate you slap a hand over his face. Not only did it because, after all, she loved Matt, even though it was slower than a sloth to figure things out.
-Shads is not an idiot, then said, hoping for a decent response.
-Yes it is, "said Matt, stubborn, Padgate and decided that his friend was far too stupid to certain things-but it only does with me." Bingo. Maybe, but just maybe, you could come up with something.
-E because it would do only with you, Matt? - Asked. He prayed to every deity that exists in the hamster head of its lead singer would begin to turn on the wheel.
-Why is an idiot, "replied the other,-and why ... I hate. " No, all over again, please! It was more than half an hour they were there, sitting on the bench of the bus, talking, and still not get to anything. Start from the beginning would be too stressful, even for Padgate, who had infinite patience. Who knows, maybe it would be better called Jay, with his brusque would give a nice wake up in the poor clumsy Tuck.
-Shads not hate you, Matt, tried to explain, calmly, controlling my breath. By measuring the breath, lest we succumb to nervous that he was a hold of him and that he would leave the bullet without a singer.
-So why do it? - Matt asked, and then get lost in his thoughts. Padgate almost hear the creaking of the hamster wheel, and too little used to this pretty rusty. He saw his friend's facial muscles to contract and relax, then contract again. The skin has lost its usual color, eyes widened, her mouth opened in a plan or silent.
-That is ... you think ...?-
-What do you say to go there by night or should I send you Jay? -. Matt shook his head.
-Ma ... ie, I ... I can not, I can not really be ... and he can not ... In short, it can not seriously
-Stop-babble and go talk to him. " Padgate pushed him to his feet and looked dazed head toward the exit. Maybe we would finally done. He took the phone from the keyboards, dialed a number and waited.
-Syn? Padgate. Matt is coming here. "
*-Now you're calm, but his calm, "said Brian watching her singer who gave him back a murderous glare.
-Bri, or tell me who it was or I'll break your legs. " Syn swallowed, slightly panicked. Where was Jimmy when needed? And where someone, anyone, who could help him at that time?
-Brian Haner Jr-Matt thundered, looking into her face. Syn coughed.
-Er ... Mattstvnndqui-mumbled quickly. Matt blinked a few times.
-What? -
-Er ... I said shoot-Brian-that ... Matt is coming here. " It was only a whisper, but he knew that Matt had heard him, and also very good. Thus, its expression was shocked at that time. It was turning into a murderer.
-WHAT THE HELL YOU SAY!? -
-Matt, Matt, buddy, calm down Syn-shifted, far as possible from him-on the phone ... Padgate was, certainly spoke with Matt. And now he is coming here, that's all. No big deal, do not worry-not-
worry?! I say, but you are drunk and brains - Matt yelled, in the grip of a hysterical,-that is, he is coming here, probably to pick a fight and break your face, and maybe put myself in acid, and I I should not worry?! -
-Nobody says it is to be punched, Shads, "said Brian, a few more steps away, for safety. Mattle looked at, along with the murderous rage in his eyes you could read some sconvoglimento, something like fear, insecurity. Terror, too.
-And why do you think would be coming here, eh?! - Screamed the singer, probably in the throes of a nervous breakdown,-to take the tea?! -. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down. Exhaled. Inspire. Exhaled. But everything remained the same, fear, shock, everything.
-Matt, come on, do not seriously think that Tuck
-seriously-I think I want to kill you, Gates. " Hum, maybe it would be better to leave. Escape, even in Finland. O in Lapland, the better. Brian thought quickly about how long he had on hand to escape the clutches of Matt, and then what would the wanted to arrange a trip to Lapland. Damn, it took too long. It was not even told that he could escape his singer, and probably would have ended up with all the broken bones into tiny pieces in a few seconds.
-Now explain to me why the fuck was Padgate to say that Tuck is coming here, "said Matt, looking bad, too-and then tell me why the fuck would talk to Padgate Tuck. Or rather, tell me what the fuck knows Padgate of the whole thing. " Syn swallowed vacuum, focusing on breathing and avoiding the gaze of Matt murderess. He lit a cigarette and prepared to explain, praying that Matt finally left him live. He did not want to die so soon, he, and especially not when he had found his place in the world.
-...- So he began, choosing the right words,-see ... we realized that all of you and things are a bit Tuck ', well, special. It was impossible not to notice, you know? Heck, every time he seems to argue that you are about to jump on each other, and not to do-to blows. Matt closed his lips, sighing. He had understood only by ... what? One day? But all the others had already noticed for a while '. What bad luck.
-So we decided to give you a hand-Syn jumped back to avoid Matt-wait, let me finish! We wanted help you understand the situation, not arrange an appointment! -. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Nothing to do, even breathing could help Matt. It was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and more. Avenged Sevenfold would soon have only the singer.
-See, Shads, us. " We both turned toward the sound of pounding on the door of the bus, with an expression of joy (finally someone had come to save him), the other in horror. The bus door opened slowly, and the two guys held their breath.
-Oh, hello Tuck! - Syn said, quickly surpassing its singer and meeting guest. Gave him a grateful smile and mischievous, a pat on the shoulder and left the door, waving the two with something like "I have to do, Zack is waiting for me! -. Matt The two looked at each other in silence, at a loss for words.
-So ... who-what are you doing here, Tuck? - then asked the singer of Avenged, a bit 'on her. A bit 'so much on his own. Idiot. Once he could talk to him once that everything would be clarified ... if they came out with a crap like that. Bah.
-I wanted a bit 'of hydrochloric acid, and you're the only one here who has enough, "replied the other, slightly hostile, but perhaps more on the defensive. Okay, maybe it was not a good idea to go in that bus.
-I think you're wrong, here you are the acid-
-Fuck you, I could fuck-Shads-
someone one else. Matt, Matt Shadows, hangs on his words. What the heck was taken?! How on earth had to say such a thing? And above all, as he had to tell him? Even
Tuck stopped, slightly numb to those words. What seemed to be interesting after all.
Oh really? "- Muttered, taking a step forward, I believe that all-quell'acidità prevent the flag-raising, I do not know what I mean." He grinned. And he grinned ever. He saw a grin on his face like tick man before him. Yes, it was getting really interesting. My
-flag-raising goes to the big-Tuck "Especially when you're in the neighborhood, "try-to-believe
Matt came up even more, to be only a few centimeters from him. They looked at the shortness of breath and accelerated for moments that seemed endless. Tuck And smiled again. Another grin.
tried his hand in an instant the crotch of the other.
-Hum ... Indeed, it seems that the acid do not yet have ruined all-mumbled holding a smile, a real one, and Matt knew instantly what to do.
-Try it ...- she whispered, before kissing him on the couch and push urgently.
Titolo : M&M
Fandom : Real People/ Avenged Sevenfold- Bullet For My Valentine
Autrice : mrs_toro_or
Beta Reader : Will and sakura, my two treasures
Raiting: PG13
Warnings: slash, but just mentioned
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, what I write is not for profit and none of the facts that I intend to propose is true.
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as constructive) are always welcome. Thanks in advance to all, especially to my wonderful beta Will91, because without her I would be lost, and my sakura_kinomoto
, my sis and my baby. Thank you because you are unique and appreciate each single thing I write, and thank you because when we're together is absolutely fantastic and something crazy, like us xD. Thanks, girls! -Matt, Matt, we get-
The boy stretched out in the heat of his bunk gave no sign of having heard and continued to sleep deeply.
-Matt! Matt, fuck, come on, we must come down soon! -
Nothing. He slept happily, surrounded by some kind of dream and in the arms of Morpheus, who apparently did not want to leave. He turned on his side, unconsciously giving away the other, and muttered something.
-Matthew Tuck, if you do not get up within five seconds after you jump out of bed! -
Another movement from the bunk, another grumble ... and then nothing. Nada. Did not want to wake up.
The other grabbed the blanket and yanked, pulling it completely off the bed and leaving the body of the mate completely uncovered.
-What the fuck ...-
-final, princess! Move your ass, get off soon-
-But ...! Jay, damn it! I'm cold! Give me back the blanket and go a little 'fuck off, "said the bell'addormentato fished out from the ground and covered him again gettandosela. Turned away, put his head on the pillow, and best regards Jay.
-Look, idiot of a Tuck, move your ass-Jay took up the blanket and threw it into the far corner of the bus, we arrived at Dayton, we have to get down, get everything and then do the sound check. Then see the hurry-
- 'Fuck it. " Matt curled up on itself, trying to ignore the voice of his bass player and also his migraine. E-
take a shower, you smell
-Jay if he went, and as far as Matt could also go fuck off, leaving the singer alone.
excruciating pain had taken possession of his head, almost as if a truck was passing over us. Indeed, a truck. With Bam Margera and dozens of other fools guys like him that leaped, splashed there above.
had to stop drinking-be ', not just drinking, but not to drink so much that not even remember his name, here, that is.
She slowly sat up and immediately put his hands to his head. Shit, made him a bad dog. For more was freezing, without a sick deck and with only a light shirt with long sleeves.
He got up, leaving the warmth of the bed, picked up from the ground that happened to the first tee shot, put it on and headed towards the coffee machine, on the other side of the bus. Empty. Not a drop of coffee inside. Snorted preparing the car and lighting a cigarette to kill time.
His companions were already down, you probably already going to fix everything for the concert.
He inhaled the smoke slowly, exhaling just as slowly, and put out his cigarette when the coffee maker had finally made his duty. He poured the hot liquid and dark in a cup, took a couple of aspirin from the shelf where they were usually resting and swallowed, watering with coffee.
He went to the bathroom, taking off along the way and leaving clothes scattered everywhere. Then, finally, let flood by the jet of hot water in the shower, thinking a bit 'to the previous evening.
The day before they were in St. Louis for another leg of Taste Of Chaos. They had performed, they went great. Then, after the live, they decided to go for a drink. They were also joined Avenged Sevenfold, with which they were gradually establishing a relationship of friendship. Then, taking part in a tour like that, it was impossible not to know new people. The hard part was knowing nice people.
the pub with the others, had ingested a quantity far too much alcohol, and you do not even know how he managed to reach the tour bus and then into bed safely.
-Matt! Shit, come on! - Padgate
voice, the voice screaming in Padgate, joined him in the bathroom and made him snort of disappointment. She could not even take a shower in peace, damn it.
-Arrival! - Shouted in response, leaving the bathroom and looking for something to get him. Panties: Find-a few chairs around on the bus, but the result was the same. Jeans? On the ground there were a couple, yes, were his. Okay, knitting? He had to have a black somewhere, find out where the problem was. He rummaged around the bus without success, until he was an absurd idea to look at one of the bags on the floor. Yes, indeed, was there, but how the hell we was over? He remembered leaving it on a few chairs.
last wore his sweatshirt and black shoes. Sunglasses to cover dark circles, face Scazzi hard hat pulled down over his eyes ... well, was ready.
got off the tour bus and wandered for a while intondo ', were undecided about where to go exactly. Nobody had bothered to tell him anything good.
He walked about half an hour after the arena-load speed, and noticed a lot of people in there, busy arranging speakers, amplifiers, cables and tools.
He went to his band, noting that there was someone with them more.
-Hello guys, saluted, yawning loudly. It was past two in the afternoon, and he had slept very little for his standards. Not to mention the headache hangover, of course.
-Hey Tuck! -. Zacky Vengeance, rhythm guitarist of Avenged Sevenfold, greeted him cheerfully, patting a pat on the shoulder.
-Hello, Venge-put her hands to her head-if I stopped ringing like a fangirl in hormonal crisis I would be immensely grateful. " Zacky laughed loudly.
-migraine hangover, Tuck? -. Matt just nodded while his companions if they laughed. They had to laugh, then?
-Quiet, you are not the only one. Shads is combined in the same way-we-two singers
drunks and idiots, "said Padgate laughing, followed by Jay, Moose and Zack. Matt spoke to them a sincere fuck.
"Then, when your idiocy will end, someone could also explain what the hell are we doing here at three in the afternoon, he said, lighting another cigarette.
, I tell You, Tuck, "said a voice behind him, the concert was an hour and a half early, so we get to work and be ready sooner than expected-
-three in the afternoon, Gates ? Yes it takes time to prepare, but this seems excessive-
-orders from above, "said Tuck turned the dark just arrived then to greet others, Padgate. Moose. -Jay. The boys responded to the salutation and began to chat a bit 'of this and that, expecting that the remaining band members arrived. That night we all would be exhibited, Bullet For My Valentine Avenged Sevenfold before and after, and already pre-concert excitement was becoming palpable.
-Shit, Syn, you could also leave me an aspirin! -.
Brian replied without even turning around, just mentioned with a smirk on his face.
-And you could also just leave the coffee. We are equal-
Matt Shadows joined them, wearing dark glasses and a hat to cover the eyes, heavy head. He also wore a black sweatshirt and jeans worn-looking dark enough, and he looked shaken. As well as a tremendous headache.
-Boys. Tuck-bowed, suppressing a groan of pain. Damn his guitar and run out of stock aspirin.
-I'll see where we are made shortly after-Syn,-Zack, come with me? -. The other nodded, and together they fled, leaving the others standing there in a corner of the arena.
"Then, Shads, migraine, too, hum? - Matt asked removing his sunglasses to rub his eyes. Matt nodded.
-It 's like a truck was doing back and forth, the above-said, pointing at his head.
-understand, I understand all right-
-The next time you drink less, the two of you-Jay interjected, earning glares from the two singers and laughing afterwards.
-You should watch your faces, seriously! - Continued, seem to be two-zombies! -. Moose Padgate and gave him a hand, continuing to tease the two until their expressions are almost homicidal.
-Hum, guys, I'd say go and check that everything is in place-made Padgate, the wisest among them (from the looks scared murders, more than anything else), we also find-Syn and Zack, eh? -
Good idea, "said Jay-booting, immediately followed closely by guitarist and drummer. Matt, their singer, shock his head indignantly.
-Rabbit-spat, ridendosela under the mustache and lighting another cigarette.
-do not smoke a bit 'too much, you? - Shadows asked, pointing to the shell of tobacco between his fingers. Matt looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
-and you do not make a bit 'too much of the other cocks? -
-Main muriatic acid for breakfast, Tuck-Over-
forkfuls of your cock, Shads. "
They stood in silence to look a bit 'sideways and a little' fun. They had a temper is not exactly easy, two of them (another thing in common, besides the name), and were practically the only ones able to keep his head. The fact that we spent half the time to tease each was a different kettle of fish. When Jay
, Syn and all the others came from them several minutes later, also followed by Johnny and The Rev, Matt the two were still in silence, in the same position, have a look 'askance.
*
Matt looked at the audience. There were thousands of kids.
were many, were unleashed. Jumped, danced, sang, shouted. It's like crazy.
He turned to Jay on his right hand, and smiled. His bass was lost in a world of his own, had been completely alienated from everything, and played with an expression to be blessed on his face.
was then that she saw him.
Perhaps it was a simple play of light, perhaps the decided to put a hand fatigue. Or maybe just too much alcohol had gone to his head. Again.
The fact that he was there, behind the scenes. Alone, without his teammates. And look at him.
He was not just watching the show, no. She looked at him, he could feel it. He could feel the tingling of those green eyes upon himself, he felt fine.
She looked at him and continued to watch it, without shame or anything. And he smiled.
From behind the scenes, set in a bustle of people, lights and colors. He tapped his foot to the music, and even sang a few songs. Matt
almost forgot to sing, but a powerful schitarrata Padgate vividly reminded of what to do. It's all in one second fell on him, almost his game looks with him had plunged into a dimension without space and time. The sounds, lights, colors, the screams ... everything's crashing on me without mercy, bringing it back to reality and the last song to sing before closing the concert-and make room for the headlining band.
words to words they do not slip off the lips, shaping and spreading in the air on the notes, words for words as his eyes threatened to go back there in the corner behind the scenes.
-Lord I can not disguise the look inside my eyes, the more I try to look away the more I'm staring ...-*
And we came back. Magnetized, captured, has its own life, too. The more he tried to avoid it, the more his eyes turned in that direction. The more he tried to look away, the more green that shone in the dark was interesting and intriguing.
was that green, probably. It was the play of light, too. It was the alcohol, of course.
was hiding something green, something mysterious, something forbidden. And he could not stop to fix it, not really. He sang almost automatically, his fingers wandered safe and gentle on the guitar, the notes and shaping the music that seemed to fit perfectly then. It seemed almost appropriate for him.
And then ended. The music, lights, concert. People kept shouting their appreciation, but it was all over, it was time to get off the stage and give way to large.
was time to get my feet back on the ground, because he, at those levels, there would come, he was convinced. Despite the press and critics continue to define a new promise in the field of metal, his brain was determined to believe otherwise. Brain psychopath.
He turned the knob on the guitar totally denies the volume and looked around, and the roadie's turn came to take away the instrument.
He went to the fifth right and follow it, entering into complete darkness, and half expected to find waiting for those eyes. The only thing we found were his companions, a bunch of girls that did not stop fizzy buzz around nice cold beer and another that someone handed him. Bella
-performance, Tuck-
-Thanks,-Venge. Inger beer all in one go: it was flushed needed something fresh.
-You were great. " Syn Gates arrived at that moment, with a crooked half-smile on his face and eyes light with excitement.
-Thank you, Gates. " Syn nodded and hugged his guitar, smiling, excited over a child on Christmas eve.
-Now it's up to us, "said Zack, as the light in his eyes came to life, illuminating whole.
-I know, "said the guitarist with a candid smile,-Matt, remains to see us? -
Matt nodded.
-course, you believe that you answered with a gesture of throwing the can dry somewhere on the ground.
-Fico-Zacky continued,-then maybe we all go for a drink-
Yes, and then ends up like yesterday. " Padgate had come so quietly that none of them noticed him until he spoke. Zacky laughed, let Syn go to a face, always attached to him.
Matt-Matt and I were able! -. Zack smiled, and then the smile widened until it became a real laugh.
-What's so funny? - Matt asked, as the present, with a quizzical grin on his face. Zacky looked at him and continued to laugh a bit, 'until I tried to remain serious, so far as was possible.
and Matt-Matt! - Exclaimed,-M & Mj Like candy! - Padgate
joined in the laughter with Syn. Matt, however, we do not find anything to laugh about. They had the same name, So what?
-What 's that makes you laugh, everybody? - One-stop
idiot, "said Matt Shads without looking back, feeling his gaze focused on him.
-Dai, Tuck, you have not a shred of humor! - Zacky stepped in, still laughing and then turned to his singer-I just said that you and Tuck would be able to drink again as two sponges, and when I told you were not there, and I told Matt and Matt. M & M like candy! -
Matt Shadows reserved his rhythm guitarist look shocked, almost idiot to believe that an alien had taken its place.
"Then explain to me what the hell's so funny-he said, seriously.
-For once we agree, Shads
-not-you get used to, Tuck grinned-the singer of Avenged Sevenfold,-this was just the exception that proves the rule-
-E as a rule, if you please? - Asked Matt, but underneath very docile mock acid.
-The rule that you and I do not get along-
-Ah, that
-Yes, the one-
while the other three continued to watch the exchange, totally absurd and crazy.
-And then I'm the one fool-Syn whispered to Zack that if the rise in the mustache-ops, to the hat.
In fact, the only thing in common that they had those two, and the name, was the factor detestiamoci cordially. " A such idiocy that even a child would behave in a more responsible adult.
* When Avenged Sevenfold were on stage managed to attract the attention of all on himself.
was not as simple as it might appear, and they were not like other bands. They were big, with a capital G. They were very good, and they did see. Outstanding musicians and artists on the stage there seemed to be born.
notes and bass guitars, powerful strokes of the battery of Rev, the voice of Matt.
Here, especially. The voice was so strong and powerful that you could not be hypnotized. A voice a bit 'nasal, of course, but even when shouting Shadows Hell was shaken. They were
the stage as Jimmy Page on guitar, equation, simple and effective. Perfectly realistic.
Matt, behind the scenes, she found herself singing a song over, hypnotized by the music, lights and the voice of his namesake. They might even hate each other cordially, but it was obvious that Matt Sanders had a voice that shook walls and buildings. There was no doubt about that.
-Nothing hurts my world, just Affects the ones around me. When sin's deep in my blood, you'll be the one to fall-
** Matt heard the crack breathing and his eyes met his brain that green and reflected on those words.
was so damn simple to be almost evil. There had always been before our eyes, always, and only now could understand it. He had been a fool not to have noticed before.
How can a simple song reveals the truth?
How can two simple sentences show yourself?
The truth is that they can, and that Matt had realized too late.
-* Matt, damn it, stop going around and drink like a sponge! - Padgate snapped after about half an hour that his frontman did not stop walking, and damn, you're not a fucking sponge! You can not drink so much, by golly! Then it is obvious that you bring back to a crap-
Jay seconded the nodding, Moose had been out for a ride. And Matt continued to drink and walk out without a sign of having heard anything. Nothing was too busy to listen to the unconscious flow of his thoughts to worry about his teammates. And his train of thought at the time was huge and worrying.
Damn. Damn it all. He had to talk to him, he felt. It would have to do it quickly. So fast. O would probably be mad.
-Now where the heck are you going? - Jay asked, shocked. Not only listening to them (or even heard them, actually), but took it and went out without a word, one syllable. Even one puff. No, nothing. Li was soft so without explanation no. Yet they only wanted to help him.
I must do something. "
* Cries In Vain Bullet For My Valentine **
Unholy Confessions, Avenged Sevenfold
Chapter Two
Matt looked at him with a smile in the crowd below him. There was a lot of people, something that never would have expected. They danced, sang, shouted.
smiled and shook his companions more than the microphone between his fingers, taking up singing.
-Nothing hurts my world, just Affects the ones around me. When sin's deep in my blood, you'll be the one to fall-
He knew he was there even before turning around. She heard him, the pinch of those blue eyes roamed over him.
and met them.
Its green was flung open in that blue light and clear, and at that moment he understood.
It was as if his eyes were talking, and they were revealing the truth. And he understood that he had understood him, who knows, perhaps long ago.
store for him a little nod of the head while his lips blossomed into a smile which provided automatically once to hide.
not going well, was no good at all. After all, could only be an impression, all the fruit of his imagination. The strange thing was ... all in reality. It was strange how their eyes are attracting and you encounter at every possible opportunity. It was strange how they had pierced the first time, as their bickering that filled those days of stress and concerts at the TOC. Like after a day of hard work can be found in his bus to think about what had they made it better. Those eyes, that voice.
The words came from his lips without affecting his brain, his thoughts while enjoying a life of its own.
not felt the passage of time, it felt almost even exchange of the song. Everything was going smooth, flowing in front of his eyes while he kept thinking.
Who knows? maybe he got lucky. Maybe, but just maybe, that feeling of disruption of the intestines was not the only one to try it. Or maybe, just maybe he was daydreaming, and was not even the first time.
*
-So, or tell me what the fuck you take or you take a punch. " Syn. Dear old adorable Gates. Kind and understanding as a cobra.
Zack and Johnny had gone out for a ride, probably the tour bus Bullet, while Jimmy was shut up in his bunk and rested a bit '. Needed it, they had all need. That tour weary them, destroying them day after day, of course, was a wonderful thing to stand there and sing on that stage, but the stress was through the roof.
In addition, each felt the absence of loved ones. Each of them was missing his family, each of them was missing his girlfriend.
Except him. Val that he had already left quite a few 'first time. He had realized too late that the girls were not just her gender. -Matt
or talking or I'll throw a chair-
-Calm, Bri, I have nothing. " Matt sighed, rubbing a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it. Brian's eyes widened in disbelief.
-You said-you light a cigarette, and I-I believe that everything is ok?! But I say, do you take me for? For an idiot? -. Matt shook his head, exhaling smoke from mouth and nostrils. Damn. At everything.
-Matthew Charles Sanders, Brian continued,-not daring to shake his head like that! And do not dare try to fool me! -
Damn it, damn it to Brian. Damn him, because he always knew what goes on in his head. Damn him, because he was the best friend you could have, and why as this never left you alone even for an instant. Damn him, because he was trying to help you with all his might. Damn him, because he was really the only thing he needed but did not want to admit it.
-Shit, Bri-Matt sighed, turning to look at it, -I ... I do not know, I think ...-
-You have a crush. " It was not a question, just a statement. Brian knew, knew him even better than he knew himself. I'm just a stupid
-...-. Matt shook his head again and put out his cigarette in the ashtray now over. Brian turned to look at that, strangely, smiled.
-What are you laughing? - Asked, a little 'Scazzi. He had problems and that fool he laughed. Meanwhile, Brian took the phone from his pocket and dialed a number. E-
who now call it, damn it!? -. Matt squirmed in his chair, nervous and uncomfortable. Syn wanted to make someone else aware of its problems? Would kill him, without a doubt. Damn! Because his private facts could not remain so? Why Brian felt the desperate need to cling to the phone, probably to warn or Zacky Rev or Johnny? Damn. And 'fuck everybody.
-Padgate? Syn. One is made-
*
-I do not understand ...- Matt whispered to his friend, Padgate, what the hell is happening to me? -
When, a few days earlier, had attended their performance, something had moved inside him. Something that had, in a sense, an eye-opener. Something that had confused beyond belief, and that even if the time had seemed the easiest thing the world, was proving the most complicated.
was not going to talk to him. At first it had seemed that easy, really, but then rationality had come, and everything was blurred. It was not easy even a bit '. And then, if he went to talk to him what he should say to him? "You know, when I saw you sing I knew there was something more, and I do not know what, but now I'm not so sure"?
The other smiled, indulgently, as if preparing to explain something to a child. Matt did not notice either, as it was lost in his concerns. She did not notice the twinkle in his eyes Chittaro, nor just alluded to that smile on his face.
-Matt, tell me one thing-
-Shoot-
-How do you feel? I mean, the emotions you feel. What do you feel, here. " Matt reflects on us a few moments.
-I ... I ... boh, Padgate, is not simple-Try-
the same. " Matt sighed and tried to sort out the mess in his head.
-I feel ... evil. And 'as if you were hurt, physical, but it is not the same thing, "said,-I do not know, it's like when you have the flu. I mean, I feel that you are evil, but not really pain at a physical level. It 'like I'm tired, tired inside, and the What do you hurt. " Padgate smiled, encouraging him to go ahead with his absurd explanations.
-It 's like a pain in my stomach, like when you're sick and you feel it tight in a vice-Matt took a deep breath, and at the same time-it's like a pain in my heart. A little more physical, like a weight on his chest. It hurts, makes me sick, fuck-E-
...?- then asked the other, knowing that there was definitely something more. Matt sighed again, confused.
-And then ... and then, at times, I feel great, happy, you know? How to get butterflies in my stomach. It 'nice, you turned your stomach to suck, but it's nice. " He looked his friend and bandmate, sadly.
-God, I'm crazy-mumbled, and know-what's the worst thing? - Padgate shook his head,-the worst thing is that at certain times that sort of pain and happiness blend together ... and it's like I'm dying, slowly, from the inside-
Padgate smiled again, amazed by the inability to recognize all those feelings of Matt.
-And all this happens when ...?- asked again, hoping to give him a little help to get the answers he sought.
-When I start to argue with that asshole of Shadows. " No, Matt definitely did not understand, was proving more obtuse than expected. Padgate tried again.
-E because it happens when you quarrel with him? -
-Why is an idiot and pisses me off, that's why. " Soon we missed that Padgate you slap a hand over his face. Not only did it because, after all, she loved Matt, even though it was slower than a sloth to figure things out.
-Shads is not an idiot, then said, hoping for a decent response.
-Yes it is, "said Matt, stubborn, Padgate and decided that his friend was far too stupid to certain things-but it only does with me." Bingo. Maybe, but just maybe, you could come up with something.
-E because it would do only with you, Matt? - Asked. He prayed to every deity that exists in the hamster head of its lead singer would begin to turn on the wheel.
-Why is an idiot, "replied the other,-and why ... I hate. " No, all over again, please! It was more than half an hour they were there, sitting on the bench of the bus, talking, and still not get to anything. Start from the beginning would be too stressful, even for Padgate, who had infinite patience. Who knows, maybe it would be better called Jay, with his brusque would give a nice wake up in the poor clumsy Tuck.
-Shads not hate you, Matt, tried to explain, calmly, controlling my breath. By measuring the breath, lest we succumb to nervous that he was a hold of him and that he would leave the bullet without a singer.
-So why do it? - Matt asked, and then get lost in his thoughts. Padgate almost hear the creaking of the hamster wheel, and too little used to this pretty rusty. He saw his friend's facial muscles to contract and relax, then contract again. The skin has lost its usual color, eyes widened, her mouth opened in a plan or silent.
-That is ... you think ...?-
-What do you say to go there by night or should I send you Jay? -. Matt shook his head.
-Ma ... ie, I ... I can not, I can not really be ... and he can not ... In short, it can not seriously
-Stop-babble and go talk to him. " Padgate pushed him to his feet and looked dazed head toward the exit. Maybe we would finally done. He took the phone from the keyboards, dialed a number and waited.
-Syn? Padgate. Matt is coming here. "
*-Now you're calm, but his calm, "said Brian watching her singer who gave him back a murderous glare.
-Bri, or tell me who it was or I'll break your legs. " Syn swallowed, slightly panicked. Where was Jimmy when needed? And where someone, anyone, who could help him at that time?
-Brian Haner Jr-Matt thundered, looking into her face. Syn coughed.
-Er ... Mattstvnndqui-mumbled quickly. Matt blinked a few times.
-What? -
-Er ... I said shoot-Brian-that ... Matt is coming here. " It was only a whisper, but he knew that Matt had heard him, and also very good. Thus, its expression was shocked at that time. It was turning into a murderer.
-WHAT THE HELL YOU SAY!? -
-Matt, Matt, buddy, calm down Syn-shifted, far as possible from him-on the phone ... Padgate was, certainly spoke with Matt. And now he is coming here, that's all. No big deal, do not worry-not-
worry?! I say, but you are drunk and brains - Matt yelled, in the grip of a hysterical,-that is, he is coming here, probably to pick a fight and break your face, and maybe put myself in acid, and I I should not worry?! -
-Nobody says it is to be punched, Shads, "said Brian, a few more steps away, for safety. Mattle looked at, along with the murderous rage in his eyes you could read some sconvoglimento, something like fear, insecurity. Terror, too.
-And why do you think would be coming here, eh?! - Screamed the singer, probably in the throes of a nervous breakdown,-to take the tea?! -. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down. Exhaled. Inspire. Exhaled. But everything remained the same, fear, shock, everything.
-Matt, come on, do not seriously think that Tuck
-seriously-I think I want to kill you, Gates. " Hum, maybe it would be better to leave. Escape, even in Finland. O in Lapland, the better. Brian thought quickly about how long he had on hand to escape the clutches of Matt, and then what would the wanted to arrange a trip to Lapland. Damn, it took too long. It was not even told that he could escape his singer, and probably would have ended up with all the broken bones into tiny pieces in a few seconds.
-Now explain to me why the fuck was Padgate to say that Tuck is coming here, "said Matt, looking bad, too-and then tell me why the fuck would talk to Padgate Tuck. Or rather, tell me what the fuck knows Padgate of the whole thing. " Syn swallowed vacuum, focusing on breathing and avoiding the gaze of Matt murderess. He lit a cigarette and prepared to explain, praying that Matt finally left him live. He did not want to die so soon, he, and especially not when he had found his place in the world.
-...- So he began, choosing the right words,-see ... we realized that all of you and things are a bit Tuck ', well, special. It was impossible not to notice, you know? Heck, every time he seems to argue that you are about to jump on each other, and not to do-to blows. Matt closed his lips, sighing. He had understood only by ... what? One day? But all the others had already noticed for a while '. What bad luck.
-So we decided to give you a hand-Syn jumped back to avoid Matt-wait, let me finish! We wanted help you understand the situation, not arrange an appointment! -. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Nothing to do, even breathing could help Matt. It was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and more. Avenged Sevenfold would soon have only the singer.
-See, Shads, us. " We both turned toward the sound of pounding on the door of the bus, with an expression of joy (finally someone had come to save him), the other in horror. The bus door opened slowly, and the two guys held their breath.
-Oh, hello Tuck! - Syn said, quickly surpassing its singer and meeting guest. Gave him a grateful smile and mischievous, a pat on the shoulder and left the door, waving the two with something like "I have to do, Zack is waiting for me! -. Matt The two looked at each other in silence, at a loss for words.
-So ... who-what are you doing here, Tuck? - then asked the singer of Avenged, a bit 'on her. A bit 'so much on his own. Idiot. Once he could talk to him once that everything would be clarified ... if they came out with a crap like that. Bah.
-I wanted a bit 'of hydrochloric acid, and you're the only one here who has enough, "replied the other, slightly hostile, but perhaps more on the defensive. Okay, maybe it was not a good idea to go in that bus.
-I think you're wrong, here you are the acid-
-Fuck you, I could fuck-Shads-
someone one else. Matt, Matt Shadows, hangs on his words. What the heck was taken?! How on earth had to say such a thing? And above all, as he had to tell him? Even
Tuck stopped, slightly numb to those words. What seemed to be interesting after all.
Oh really? "- Muttered, taking a step forward, I believe that all-quell'acidità prevent the flag-raising, I do not know what I mean." He grinned. And he grinned ever. He saw a grin on his face like tick man before him. Yes, it was getting really interesting. My
-flag-raising goes to the big-Tuck "Especially when you're in the neighborhood, "try-to-believe
Matt came up even more, to be only a few centimeters from him. They looked at the shortness of breath and accelerated for moments that seemed endless. Tuck And smiled again. Another grin.
tried his hand in an instant the crotch of the other.
-Hum ... Indeed, it seems that the acid do not yet have ruined all-mumbled holding a smile, a real one, and Matt knew instantly what to do.
-Try it ...- she whispered, before kissing him on the couch and push urgently.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Yoga And Patellar Tendonitis
The Simpson-Wentz Baby Name Generator
Oh my Diva!
It's so funny! xD
Oh my Diva!
It's so funny! xD
Simpson-Wentz Baby My Name is Cruella Staten Island.
Take The Simpson-Wentz Baby Name Generator today!
Created with Rum and Monkey 's Name Generator Generator .
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Swollen Cuticles On Fingers
George and "The Week Puzzle "Glamour Girls
Week Puzzles has reached 4000 and decided to celebrate the occasion with a special jacket. Who could put
if George ???!!! :)
The choice of the photo left perhaps a little 'to be desired, but it's the thought that counts! ;)
Week Puzzles has reached 4000 and decided to celebrate the occasion with a special jacket. Who could put
if George ???!!! :)
The choice of the photo left perhaps a little 'to be desired, but it's the thought that counts! ;)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Swollen Ankles After Drinking Alcohol
Verde [Blue and Yellow]
Title: Green [Blue and Yellow]
Fandom: Real People / The Used
Author: mrs_toro_or (aka blaise_sl_tr07
)
Beta Reader: Will
Raiting: PG Warnings
: one shot / song fic-
Disclaimer : the characters do not belong to me, what I write is not for profit and none of the facts I intend to propose is true.
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as constructive) are always welcome. Born on the notes of the homonymous song, namely the Blue and Yellow The Used, which Quinn wrote to Bert, for their friendship. The song can be interpreted however you want, but Quinn has really written to testify his friendship with Bert, and has written for him, two of them.
Enjoy it!
And it's all in how you mix the two, And it starts
Where the light just exists.
It's a feeling That you can not miss,
And it burns a hole, Through
That everyone feels it.
's all in you, in what you are. Is in how you can be two different people, the famous singer and bully, the one that never fails to make the idiot and the person you are when no one can see, a fragile person, and beautiful.
's all in how you can bring together these two parts of you, it's all in how you manage your life, even wrong, because when you miss you can understand and fix everything.
's all in your power and your energy, how you unleash on the stage, screaming like in the lyrics, In your own words, you feel inside. It's all in your eyes, so blue, so deep, in every time I watch them and will stay hypnotized and I lose myself in you. Lies in the fact that you allow me to look within, to lose myself in you. It's you who let me see what you really are.
It is in your words, the way you look at me, with that sweetness which reserves only to me, is the way you hold me, sending your warmth and making sure your presence, making me understand that you will not go ever. He's in the way you smile at me, in how you made me realize how well you want me.
's all in this ... everything is in you. You are the key to everything. The key to what
and I feel that burns inside me, what makes me always want you near and try your hands, what makes me want you more and protect at all costs, from everything.
It 's something that began long ago under the lights of a stage and amidst the screams of fans. That 's where it started, but it has evolved. Each day in the van, every day closer, every day together. I approached each day to your soul as you to mine, and I was not afraid, not at all '.
I was not afraid to meet you, or open yourself to my heart. Because I knew that I would hurt, at unconscious, I knew. We met years ago, but today is not a day goes by when I did not find out more, including a particularly insignificant. And 'all happened by chance. He linked the destiny, and now, after so many years, we are still here, together.
Well your never gonna find it,
If your looking for it, as
Will not your way, you'll never find it
Well,
If your looking for it.
And more ... all this, everything I try ... The key to all of you.
You, only you. 'Cause you're all that I have, everything that I can always count on. Because you'll never leave me, even if we away. You will always be around, and I will always be for you.
laughed when I was there, I was there when you suffered.
When you shook hands and big tears flowed from your eyes. I was there with you, I offered my shoulder and stayed silent, because if I wanted to talk about it would you have done your will.
Before I did not know you ever tried anything like this, for no one. No one had approached so tannto to me, nor I had desired. And then you came along, with your crooked smile and your blue eyes, and it happened.
Now they can no longer do without you, this feeling that burns me inside like a fire that warms me and keeps me alive. Everyone should try it, without exception, because it is the best thing that exists in the world.
And You Never Would Have Thought in the end,
How amazing it feels just to live again,
It's a feeling That you can not miss,
It burns a hole, through That everyone feels it.
I bet you would never even have imagined that it was nice to hear something like this warmth that seems to be your source of life to which you hold in the darkest moments and on which you know you can count on each time.
... Well you'll never find it, if you're looking for it.
Should've done something, But I've done it enough.
By the way, Were your hands shaking.
Rather Waste Some Time With You.
Should've Said Something, But I've Said it enough.
By the way, my words Were faded.
Rather Waste Some Time With You.
The beauty is that if you are looking for can not find it. Come by chance, when you least expect it, and it is fantastic.
I would let you know that I'll always be there for you, make you understand in a concrete way. I know that you know how I know I too, almost a tacit agreement, a silent understanding that binds us like an invisible thread.
I know you, yet I can not help but think that I could \u0026lt;i> do something \u0026lt;/ i>, something more. Perhaps I could say, say something so that the words express our certainty. Maybe I could do it, prove it in some way striking or proclaim with well-chosen words.
But maybe, maybe what I do is enough. Perhaps my presence is enough to make you understand, perhaps with small gestures of every day I can explain, maybe that's enough.
Just to let you know that I love, I love your unconditional love, that same love that characterizes the most pure and sincere friendship.
enough, but I want to give you a gift so you will never forget what binds us.
I'll give you my words, and two colors, blue and yellow colors that, as you have said it once, we are to perfection. Two different colors with each other, so different in tone and intensity, yet, if you join, give life to something else, something strong and powerful, and vital, and indestructible, like the green. This is us, Bert.
And all this ... what I feel for you, what you feel for me, what binds us ... is nothing but the green, only came to us, and live with us. Blue and yellow
, Bert. This is us.
Title: Green [Blue and Yellow]
Fandom: Real People / The Used
Author: mrs_toro_or (aka blaise_sl_tr07
) Beta Reader: Will
Raiting: PG Warnings
: one shot / song fic-
Disclaimer : the characters do not belong to me, what I write is not for profit and none of the facts I intend to propose is true.
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as constructive) are always welcome. Born on the notes of the homonymous song, namely the Blue and Yellow The Used, which Quinn wrote to Bert, for their friendship. The song can be interpreted however you want, but Quinn has really written to testify his friendship with Bert, and has written for him, two of them.
Enjoy it!
And it's all in how you mix the two, And it starts
Where the light just exists.
It's a feeling That you can not miss,
And it burns a hole, Through
That everyone feels it.
's all in you, in what you are. Is in how you can be two different people, the famous singer and bully, the one that never fails to make the idiot and the person you are when no one can see, a fragile person, and beautiful.
's all in how you can bring together these two parts of you, it's all in how you manage your life, even wrong, because when you miss you can understand and fix everything.
's all in your power and your energy, how you unleash on the stage, screaming like in the lyrics, In your own words, you feel inside. It's all in your eyes, so blue, so deep, in every time I watch them and will stay hypnotized and I lose myself in you. Lies in the fact that you allow me to look within, to lose myself in you. It's you who let me see what you really are.
It is in your words, the way you look at me, with that sweetness which reserves only to me, is the way you hold me, sending your warmth and making sure your presence, making me understand that you will not go ever. He's in the way you smile at me, in how you made me realize how well you want me.
's all in this ... everything is in you. You are the key to everything. The key to what
and I feel that burns inside me, what makes me always want you near and try your hands, what makes me want you more and protect at all costs, from everything.
It 's something that began long ago under the lights of a stage and amidst the screams of fans. That 's where it started, but it has evolved. Each day in the van, every day closer, every day together. I approached each day to your soul as you to mine, and I was not afraid, not at all '.
I was not afraid to meet you, or open yourself to my heart. Because I knew that I would hurt, at unconscious, I knew. We met years ago, but today is not a day goes by when I did not find out more, including a particularly insignificant. And 'all happened by chance. He linked the destiny, and now, after so many years, we are still here, together.
Well your never gonna find it,
If your looking for it, as
Will not your way, you'll never find it
Well,
If your looking for it.
And more ... all this, everything I try ... The key to all of you.
You, only you. 'Cause you're all that I have, everything that I can always count on. Because you'll never leave me, even if we away. You will always be around, and I will always be for you.
laughed when I was there, I was there when you suffered.
When you shook hands and big tears flowed from your eyes. I was there with you, I offered my shoulder and stayed silent, because if I wanted to talk about it would you have done your will.
Before I did not know you ever tried anything like this, for no one. No one had approached so tannto to me, nor I had desired. And then you came along, with your crooked smile and your blue eyes, and it happened.
Now they can no longer do without you, this feeling that burns me inside like a fire that warms me and keeps me alive. Everyone should try it, without exception, because it is the best thing that exists in the world.
And You Never Would Have Thought in the end,
How amazing it feels just to live again,
It's a feeling That you can not miss,
It burns a hole, through That everyone feels it.
I bet you would never even have imagined that it was nice to hear something like this warmth that seems to be your source of life to which you hold in the darkest moments and on which you know you can count on each time.
... Well you'll never find it, if you're looking for it.
Should've done something, But I've done it enough.
By the way, Were your hands shaking.
Rather Waste Some Time With You.
Should've Said Something, But I've Said it enough.
By the way, my words Were faded.
Rather Waste Some Time With You.
The beauty is that if you are looking for can not find it. Come by chance, when you least expect it, and it is fantastic.
I would let you know that I'll always be there for you, make you understand in a concrete way. I know that you know how I know I too, almost a tacit agreement, a silent understanding that binds us like an invisible thread.
I know you, yet I can not help but think that I could \u0026lt;i> do something \u0026lt;/ i>, something more. Perhaps I could say, say something so that the words express our certainty. Maybe I could do it, prove it in some way striking or proclaim with well-chosen words.
But maybe, maybe what I do is enough. Perhaps my presence is enough to make you understand, perhaps with small gestures of every day I can explain, maybe that's enough.
Just to let you know that I love, I love your unconditional love, that same love that characterizes the most pure and sincere friendship.
enough, but I want to give you a gift so you will never forget what binds us.
I'll give you my words, and two colors, blue and yellow colors that, as you have said it once, we are to perfection. Two different colors with each other, so different in tone and intensity, yet, if you join, give life to something else, something strong and powerful, and vital, and indestructible, like the green. This is us, Bert.
And all this ... what I feel for you, what you feel for me, what binds us ... is nothing but the green, only came to us, and live with us. Blue and yellow
, Bert. This is us.
How Much Lordosis Is Normal
Never Stop Dancing
Title: Never Stop Dancing
Fandom: Real People / My Chemical Romance / Bryar Ray ToroxBob
Author: mrs_toro_or (aka blaise_sl_tr07 )
Beta Reader: Will91
Raiting : pg
Warnings: slash, but nothing shocking / flash-fic
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, what I write is not for profit and none of the facts I intend to propose is true .
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as construction) is always welcome.
The concert had gone well, very well indeed, and all of them were exhausted.
shooting that had been made would end in their new dvd, and had to admit that was a really nice gig to be recorded. Of course, not in costume, not a perfect scenario, and even with some kind of special effect. But it was beautiful.
they were just at home, along with quite a few 'friends gathered there for an evening of fun.
With these thoughts for the mind to whip lay on the couch of his home, exhausted but refreshed from the shower just made. Not even a second hand after a big and strong he is rested on the shoulder, and when he turned he found himself inches away from a wonderful cup of hot coffee. Thank you, "said
-taking and looking at the other sat next to him. It looked really exhausted.
Bel-concert-Bob said, lighting a cigarette and exhaling smoke. Ray nodded. Yeah, good concert.
-Explain to me why you had that shirt? - Asked, the blond, with a half smile on his lips. Ray snorted.
-Why I like it, "said point, a bit 'annoyed by the question. She could not even get a shirt that he found himself suffered a lot of people ask him. That pain in the ass.
-Hey, relax! - Bob laughed-it was only to ask. And anyway, I assume you like dance-dance-
-I hate. Bob seemed genuinely puzzled.
-And if you hate dancing because you put the? - Asked inhaling the smoke and knocking him out soon after. Ray looked at her, waiting for a response.
-Why I like the shirt. And if I like does not necessarily say that I like to dance! - Exploded, sparking laughter in the spontaneous and genuine.
-At least you've never danced? - Said the drummer, pretending to wipe away a tear from his eyes, caused by too much laughter. Be ', in fact, not is that he was just pretending.
-No, I do not care, thanks. " Ray put on a pout so adorable that Bob was almost planning to cuddle, and then delete it from your face to the sound of kisses. Almost.
-I mean, you put a shirt with that written, but you say you do not like dance but in reality you've never danced? E 'crazy, you know - he asked with a crooked smile. Ray shook his head, and the monumental tangle of curls, and sighed again. Crazy-
you'll be there, "said Bryar of a fool, pretending to be offended. Be ', not so. Bob
extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray resting on the table, and smiled.
"If I'm mad, you six menstruating permanently, "said the smile turning into a real laugh.
-I am not-
-E is 'shut up for once! - Interrupted the drummer, kissing him and making him lie down if below' on the couch. He smiled. Let
-how about this ...- muttered before moving sensually over him. Ray sighed and clasped his back with his arms.
-This is not dance, "said resuming the kiss from where they left off. Bob smiled.
-Be ', in a sense, yes, "said continuing to move slowly, as if dancing to the tune of a song invisible non-existent.
-Be ', if that's allowed himself to dance ...- Ray out a smile and a sigh, as her cheeks reddened lips, never-stop-dancing
Bob smiled and reached out more to his perennially-menstruating-man. No, I would never stop.
Title: Never Stop Dancing
Fandom: Real People / My Chemical Romance / Bryar Ray ToroxBob
Author: mrs_toro_or (aka blaise_sl_tr07
) Beta Reader: Will91
Raiting : pg
Warnings: slash, but nothing shocking / flash-fic
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, what I write is not for profit and none of the facts I intend to propose is true .
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as construction) is always welcome.
The concert had gone well, very well indeed, and all of them were exhausted.
shooting that had been made would end in their new dvd, and had to admit that was a really nice gig to be recorded. Of course, not in costume, not a perfect scenario, and even with some kind of special effect. But it was beautiful.
they were just at home, along with quite a few 'friends gathered there for an evening of fun.
With these thoughts for the mind to whip lay on the couch of his home, exhausted but refreshed from the shower just made. Not even a second hand after a big and strong he is rested on the shoulder, and when he turned he found himself inches away from a wonderful cup of hot coffee. Thank you, "said
-taking and looking at the other sat next to him. It looked really exhausted.
Bel-concert-Bob said, lighting a cigarette and exhaling smoke. Ray nodded. Yeah, good concert.
-Explain to me why you had that shirt? - Asked, the blond, with a half smile on his lips. Ray snorted.
-Why I like it, "said point, a bit 'annoyed by the question. She could not even get a shirt that he found himself suffered a lot of people ask him. That pain in the ass.
-Hey, relax! - Bob laughed-it was only to ask. And anyway, I assume you like dance-dance-
-I hate. Bob seemed genuinely puzzled.
-And if you hate dancing because you put the? - Asked inhaling the smoke and knocking him out soon after. Ray looked at her, waiting for a response.
-Why I like the shirt. And if I like does not necessarily say that I like to dance! - Exploded, sparking laughter in the spontaneous and genuine.
-At least you've never danced? - Said the drummer, pretending to wipe away a tear from his eyes, caused by too much laughter. Be ', in fact, not is that he was just pretending.
-No, I do not care, thanks. " Ray put on a pout so adorable that Bob was almost planning to cuddle, and then delete it from your face to the sound of kisses. Almost.
-I mean, you put a shirt with that written, but you say you do not like dance but in reality you've never danced? E 'crazy, you know - he asked with a crooked smile. Ray shook his head, and the monumental tangle of curls, and sighed again. Crazy-
you'll be there, "said Bryar of a fool, pretending to be offended. Be ', not so. Bob
extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray resting on the table, and smiled.
"If I'm mad, you six menstruating permanently, "said the smile turning into a real laugh.
-I am not-
-E is 'shut up for once! - Interrupted the drummer, kissing him and making him lie down if below' on the couch. He smiled. Let
-how about this ...- muttered before moving sensually over him. Ray sighed and clasped his back with his arms.
-This is not dance, "said resuming the kiss from where they left off. Bob smiled.
-Be ', in a sense, yes, "said continuing to move slowly, as if dancing to the tune of a song invisible non-existent.
-Be ', if that's allowed himself to dance ...- Ray out a smile and a sigh, as her cheeks reddened lips, never-stop-dancing
Bob smiled and reached out more to his perennially-menstruating-man. No, I would never stop.
Camila Rodrigues Sany
EMA- I won't come
Title: EMA-I will not like
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds to Mars
Author: mrs_toro_or (aka blaise_sl_tr07 )
Beta Reader: Will91
Raiting: pg
Warnings: slash, but veiled tuttosommato / one-shot
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, and this I write not for profit and none of the facts I intend to propose is true.
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as constructive) are always welcome.
-I'm not going-
-Sta 'Shut up, you idiot, you come all right. "
Shannon looked at his guitar with a threatening manner. The man was always so damn insecure! He was afraid that they could not make it, who fail to win any damage award to the EMA. He was firmly convinced, and he feared that evening as even children with the boogeyman. He had made up his mind to stay home, watch the EMA's on TV, so to "suffer less when they would not have won." Idiot.
-You'll be there tonight, at the cost of portartici weight! -. Tomo swallowed heavily. Shannon would not let him in peace so easily. Would break the boxes until he had surrendered, he had dressed and gone, following him and Jared on the red carpet and then straight on to your seats.
-Come on, Shan, you can go without me ...- tried to say, but the look of the drummer did not accept excuses.
-Tomislav Milicevic, he said, and was not at all a good sign-you come with me tonight at the EMA, willy-nilly, otherwise you can say goodbye to your loved ones fingers and your guitar. "
Low blow. Really, really too low. Never touch the guitar, never threaten a musician, and never threaten not to play anymore.
-Dai, Tomi-Shannon is the voice softened,-you can not just give up with that despot Jared ... Tim is already there because of my idiot brother, you can not miss too-
Tomo sighed. Another low blow. Shannon could not doe-eyed and start to plead with that sweet sweet tone. He sighed, still thinking of Jared, who on nights like those became hysterical and intractable (almost as usual, just a little 'worse), thinking that his attachment to Matt was "refusing" a bass player like Tim, keeping only as tournista appear and failure to do so publicly with the band. What then, Tim was part of the band as anyone of them, neither more nor less.
sighed thinking how difficult it was for Shannon to be alone with him, with a menstruating Jared even more than usual. Damn.
-I promise you then do what you want-even pleaded with the drummer, still looking through the eyes of Bambi. Damn. To him and to his promises.
Oh, all right ...- said with another sigh, "but if we do not win I swear you'll pay for me to be forced-
Shannon smiled and nodded.
-As-You Wish Tomo
distinctly felt his heart skip a few beats.
* Damn, damn him. Damn it within its first few hours of pleading, damn and damn its apparent tranquility even if 'itself, which had accepted. He knew, he knew that the anxiety would have eaten the viscera and brain, he knew. Yet he had accepted. Why they had to go all together. Why Shannon could not remain alone with Jared. Why ... had accepted, was to the point.
-We-Jared whispered in her ear, exhibiting a calm and relaxed smile. But at that moment, Jared, a calm and relaxed he had nothing. He moved his leg crossed over the other all the time, swinging back and forth. He clenched his fists and biting imperceptibly plan lips.
Shannon was not less. He was nervous, tense and frightened. He looked straight ahead 'without even seeing it, she tormented her nails and fingers.
-And the winner is ...-
Here, it was time. Tomo looked at Jared and Shannon quickly as the feeling of having the guts made of metal aumetava dramatically.
-30 Seconds To Mars! -
Tomo's eyes widened, Jared smiled.
And in less than a second Shannon was on him, going to the couch where the other were he and Jared. Not making the case to Jared and his throwing on him a big hug and whispered in his ear "We did it!". And waking up much more of an emotion in his guitar, but it all went unnoticed.
Jared smiled and kept smiling, happy, while Shannon helped to his feet and got up himself. The
waged a little fist on the shoulder, still smiling, and dragged him downstairs, on stage.
Tomo felt her legs tremble as the arm of Jared's shoulders shook, felt his heart beat faster as he descended the steps of Shannon and felt behind him '.
was almost there on stage, always hugging Jared, when Shannon joined them and freed himself from him, hugging his time. E-
you who did not want to be ...- whispered in his ear, again. Certainly wanted him dead, no doubt.
Jared withdrew the prize on stage and started talking, as usual, thanking all the fans who voted, all the people out there who supported them and helped them.
-I never thought that we would not have won, "said frontman turned to look at him with a spark of fun in the steel-blue eyes. Here, we only missed the joke now.
Tomo laughed, according to the game-and not giving it or losers Jared nor Shannon. What ever.
*
-Admit that you just had a fake, an evil plan to get what you wanted. " Volume loosing rise jeans.
-course, I pretended not to want to come just because you so you would have prayed, and I would have promised anything
-Shannon's licked the lobe, down to taste his neck as the most eager of the vampires.
-Furbo ...-
Tomo groaned while the other pushed him onto the bed and freed him from jeans and boxers. God, she loved those hands!
And he loved those lips when they were indecent and unspeakable things to her body. Especially when they were there, close to its crotch, tickling, but not even giving him satisfaction.
-If this is how it ends-Shannon groaned down to kiss his inner thighs, "continues to pretend, then-
Tomo smiled and groaned when the other entered it with your fingers.
Oh, of course, would continue.
And indeed it was true. He had done everything to get what he wanted.
Not that Shannon would never know.
Title: EMA-I will not like
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds to Mars
Author: mrs_toro_or (aka blaise_sl_tr07
) Beta Reader: Will91
Raiting: pg
Warnings: slash, but veiled tuttosommato / one-shot
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, and this I write not for profit and none of the facts I intend to propose is true.
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as constructive) are always welcome.
-I'm not going-
-Sta 'Shut up, you idiot, you come all right. "
Shannon looked at his guitar with a threatening manner. The man was always so damn insecure! He was afraid that they could not make it, who fail to win any damage award to the EMA. He was firmly convinced, and he feared that evening as even children with the boogeyman. He had made up his mind to stay home, watch the EMA's on TV, so to "suffer less when they would not have won." Idiot.
-You'll be there tonight, at the cost of portartici weight! -. Tomo swallowed heavily. Shannon would not let him in peace so easily. Would break the boxes until he had surrendered, he had dressed and gone, following him and Jared on the red carpet and then straight on to your seats.
-Come on, Shan, you can go without me ...- tried to say, but the look of the drummer did not accept excuses.
-Tomislav Milicevic, he said, and was not at all a good sign-you come with me tonight at the EMA, willy-nilly, otherwise you can say goodbye to your loved ones fingers and your guitar. "
Low blow. Really, really too low. Never touch the guitar, never threaten a musician, and never threaten not to play anymore.
-Dai, Tomi-Shannon is the voice softened,-you can not just give up with that despot Jared ... Tim is already there because of my idiot brother, you can not miss too-
Tomo sighed. Another low blow. Shannon could not doe-eyed and start to plead with that sweet sweet tone. He sighed, still thinking of Jared, who on nights like those became hysterical and intractable (almost as usual, just a little 'worse), thinking that his attachment to Matt was "refusing" a bass player like Tim, keeping only as tournista appear and failure to do so publicly with the band. What then, Tim was part of the band as anyone of them, neither more nor less.
sighed thinking how difficult it was for Shannon to be alone with him, with a menstruating Jared even more than usual. Damn.
-I promise you then do what you want-even pleaded with the drummer, still looking through the eyes of Bambi. Damn. To him and to his promises.
Oh, all right ...- said with another sigh, "but if we do not win I swear you'll pay for me to be forced-
Shannon smiled and nodded.
-As-You Wish Tomo
distinctly felt his heart skip a few beats.
* Damn, damn him. Damn it within its first few hours of pleading, damn and damn its apparent tranquility even if 'itself, which had accepted. He knew, he knew that the anxiety would have eaten the viscera and brain, he knew. Yet he had accepted. Why they had to go all together. Why Shannon could not remain alone with Jared. Why ... had accepted, was to the point.
-We-Jared whispered in her ear, exhibiting a calm and relaxed smile. But at that moment, Jared, a calm and relaxed he had nothing. He moved his leg crossed over the other all the time, swinging back and forth. He clenched his fists and biting imperceptibly plan lips.
Shannon was not less. He was nervous, tense and frightened. He looked straight ahead 'without even seeing it, she tormented her nails and fingers.
-And the winner is ...-
Here, it was time. Tomo looked at Jared and Shannon quickly as the feeling of having the guts made of metal aumetava dramatically.
-30 Seconds To Mars! -
Tomo's eyes widened, Jared smiled.
And in less than a second Shannon was on him, going to the couch where the other were he and Jared. Not making the case to Jared and his throwing on him a big hug and whispered in his ear "We did it!". And waking up much more of an emotion in his guitar, but it all went unnoticed.
Jared smiled and kept smiling, happy, while Shannon helped to his feet and got up himself. The
waged a little fist on the shoulder, still smiling, and dragged him downstairs, on stage.
Tomo felt her legs tremble as the arm of Jared's shoulders shook, felt his heart beat faster as he descended the steps of Shannon and felt behind him '.
was almost there on stage, always hugging Jared, when Shannon joined them and freed himself from him, hugging his time. E-
you who did not want to be ...- whispered in his ear, again. Certainly wanted him dead, no doubt.
Jared withdrew the prize on stage and started talking, as usual, thanking all the fans who voted, all the people out there who supported them and helped them.
-I never thought that we would not have won, "said frontman turned to look at him with a spark of fun in the steel-blue eyes. Here, we only missed the joke now.
Tomo laughed, according to the game-and not giving it or losers Jared nor Shannon. What ever.
*
-Admit that you just had a fake, an evil plan to get what you wanted. " Volume loosing rise jeans.
-course, I pretended not to want to come just because you so you would have prayed, and I would have promised anything
-Shannon's licked the lobe, down to taste his neck as the most eager of the vampires.
-Furbo ...-
Tomo groaned while the other pushed him onto the bed and freed him from jeans and boxers. God, she loved those hands!
And he loved those lips when they were indecent and unspeakable things to her body. Especially when they were there, close to its crotch, tickling, but not even giving him satisfaction.
-If this is how it ends-Shannon groaned down to kiss his inner thighs, "continues to pretend, then-
Tomo smiled and groaned when the other entered it with your fingers.
Oh, of course, would continue.
And indeed it was true. He had done everything to get what he wanted.
Not that Shannon would never know.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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the series: those that the more time passes and become more attractive ...
Not only Hugh and George, defying the law of nature, they become increasingly attractive as time goes on.
Responsible of this small group of men is indeed fortunate Sean Connery.
The latest publicity has done for Louis Vuitton is one example:
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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M.C.R. -Most Certain Risks
Title: Most Certain Risks
Fandom: Real People / My Chemical Romance, Other
Author: mrs_toro_or (aka blaise_sl_tr07 )
Beta Reader: Will91
Raiting: NC17
Warnings: slash, AU (Alternative Universe). Warning! This story contains explicit scenes of sex between men, or anyone else might feel offended, please do not start reading.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, what I write is not for profit and none of the facts I intend to propose is true.
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as constructive) are always welcome. Thanks in advance to all, especially to my wonderful beta Will91, because without her I would be lost, and my sakura_kinomoto , without which enthusiasm could not now live longer. Thanks, girls.
-... the kidnapping of Judge Binns. The police continue to investigate, but there seems no news on the case-
turned off the television with a nervous step. How on earth could talk like that nonsense? But, he said, was television, and in fact did nothing all day.
He lit a cigarette and sat on the couch, sipping coffee, now cold.
That case was doing crazy. He had followed the track behind the track and never get to anything, had devised plans on plans that had proved useless. He spent whole nights in the office just to try something, anything , which could even bring it closer to the solution.
sighed, wearily. It was late, and the next day was to go to work, as it did not feel like it. He felt so damn helpless ... there was nothing he could do to find the court, nothing to trap the kidnappers, fuck. It was frustrating.
-Hey Gee ... what are you doing up at this hour, are three in the morning ...-. A dark boy, tall and slender peeped into the living room, yawning. Nothing
-Mikes, quiet. Go back to sleep, "said the other carried a black lock away from his forehead. It was hard, it was damn hard, everything. But
-Gerard, you sleep, really. You look upset, as if she slept well
-by-Month, already. I'm fine Mike, you go 'to bed-
The tallest boy sighed and sat down next to his brother, wearily. Because he, unlike that idiot Gerard knew that sleep was necessary .
-It 's still the story of the court, is not it? - Asked quietly. The other nodded. The find-
, Gee. You're a fantastic cop, you always have fixed a lot of cases. And can you find it. But now go to sleep, I dare not imagine how you show up tomorrow in the office. " Mikey smiled and stood up, heading to his room. He knew that his brother would fall asleep on the couch, like every night, and the next day had a face like a zombie, just like every morning. She was always so, when he had a difficult case.
Gerard sighed, now replacing the cigarette off another, brand new. He did not want to sleep, he wanted to think and solve the case stramaledettissimo.
When he opened his eyes saw that it was already morning. He rose slowly from the sofa and all his bones creaked and protested, and ran the shower and an inviting aroma of coffee invaded the house.
Mikey. His brother loved the coffee, I was seriously obsessed. You could say that would not have survived without coffee less than ten minutes. On second thought, Mikes went on to caffeine.
Gerard smiled, as he always did when he thought his brother, and got dressed quickly and then descend to the kitchen.
- 'day-
-' Gee Day. I prepared the toast, and coffee. Mikey smiled coming to the cup of coffee and buttered toast already jam-free or otherwise, to Gerard liked it.
-Day programs? - Churches the other as he ate his toast.
-Be ', the usual. I'm at school until three, now I have the full time, and then I come home and make dinner, "said Mikey, shooting his brother a significant look.
-And if you dare to even think of doing another one of your nights in the office, you swear that castro-
Gerard almost choked with coffee. Sure that his brother was just adorable, if you put. He sighed.
-Okay, Mike, I promise that if I do not have too much work back on time, on time and -
-Me hope so. " Gerard smiled.
-Now I run away, or I'm late. I'll call you later, good day! - He said, getting up and going out quickly home. He ran into the car and waited for the engine to finish the tantrum, then went on and sent to the police station. The central
Newark was small and messy, and it seemed more a theater than a real center. This was because the small office of a small town. And Gerard had never liked.
He was originally from there, of course, but had lived in New York until a year ago, when her grandmother was ill and he and his brother had run from her. His boss told him that it would be a shame to transfer him as a valid element in a provincial town, but if it was what he wanted, amen.
In fact, Newark Gerard was not what he wanted. He wanted to just stay in the Big Apple, in his department and his colleagues with his life forever. But he could not. Because his grandmother needed him. It's not that he hated Gerard
Newark, only that he felt ... small. And we were not accustomed to.
when he showed up for work on the first day, everybody had looked like it was an alien, and had clearly avoided. Each of them do their job without ever speak to him, looking sideways at only because he was the newcomer .
chief had called him into his office and we Gerard was intended to malicnuore. She had told him how things work there for them, what should or should not do, what he should do in every situation. What stupid things, he had thought Gerard.
In addition, his new boss was very impressed by the letter he had received from 'Chief Inspector Parker-his old chief, in which he explained that Gerard Way was an excellent policeman, and was used to working alone, because , made at the most. Parker also wrote that he had, Gerard, was a singular person, with the habits and methods that could be absurd, at first sight, but he never lost a case or wrong. Because it was a great cop.
And so, Gerard was assigned to his office, his small office staff and lonely that he could manage as he sees fit. And, importantly, he was not assigned to any partner.
Gerard was not a bad person, and he was completely sane, but he could not work in pairs. He had a very ... singular, and it was better alone, really.
Mikey had teased him for that.
-Way, is there anyone who would like to know, "said his boss, Ernie Oldman, entering his office without even knocking. But that rude.
Gerard raised his eyes listlessly from the documentation that he was reading, put his cup of coffee on the table and looked up.
-Who is it? - Asked in a bored voice. He was annoyed at being interrupted, because he was re-reading those documents in order to find something, a clue, anything. It did not matter that she's reading to them, at least, the three hundredth time, it could always have an insight, you never know.
-Come into my office-
Gerard snorted and stood up, leaving everything on the desktop, except the coffee, he needed it. It was bad enough zombie yes and no sleep for three hours, there was no need to fall asleep on the job, was not the case. Then followed his boss from the office, which was not quite as empty as ever.
There were four men dressed in dark suits, all distinguished-looking and serious, and Gerard instinctively thought they were very, very unpleasant.
-This is Mr. Way? "- Once asked one of them while Oldman closed the door and sat behind the desk. Gerard was right, they were just nasty. Speak of him as if it were not present, that rude.
-Yes, he said the boss. The man who spoke-up, dry but muscular build, brown hair and blue eyes, he turned and looked at Gerard. Or rather, it looked.
-does not seem so exceptional as you say, Oldman. It has rather the air of one who is likely to fall asleep on the desk at any moment-
But that great shit. Who does he think he is?
-Working day and night on a case may have this effect then, "said Gerard, sarcastic and edgy. The man looked at him without batting an eye, then turned back to Oldman.
-Explain the situation, and hurry up. We do not have the day available, "said coldly. The chief sighed.
-course. Way, these men are agents of the FBI, and are here for a reason. Apparently, they need you. They spoke with your old boss in New York because I believe I found one among his men, who could help in an investigation. Survey top-secret, of course. And Parker said that the only man who could help them was right here at Newark-
Gerard listened without flinching. Well. Those were the FBI, they needed to contact the NYPD to find someone who could help them in top-secret investigation, and now they wanted him. The story was absurd. How did those of the FBI needed a common policeman ? The whole thing stank, and so too.
-Why do not you tell me the real reason you're here instead? I think you avoid wasting time unnecessarily, then said coldly, her eyes suddenly narrowed and sharp as sharp blades.
The man who had spoken before did not change expression, but a flash in his blue eyes made it clear to Gerard had made the center. Those were not the FBI-
leave us alone, then the man ordered him to Oldman, who got up immediately, alarmed by the tone of authority and terrible that young man, and ran out of the room, closing the door behind him ' . Gerard
then sat down at his chair and propped his feet on the desk while one of the men-Bassin, brown hair and hazel eyes strange cut-closed all the curtains in the windows and made sure that no one was spying.
-Bryar, it should be 'off-guard and is then ordered the blue-eyed man, who probably was the leader.
Another man-blond, tall, very muscular physique, nodded and did as he was told.
-Who are you? - Gerard asked then defiantly, for explaining to the dandies that yes, they were discovered.
-secret-agents-
But the FBI-Gerard smiled, loving, work-for who? -
The man looked at him seriously.
-She is really keen as we were told, Mr. Way. How do you understand? -. Gerard snorted. Why that guy was doing so long, could not simply tell him who sent them and go back from where it came from?
-Those of the FBI do not go around the police departments of New York to look for ordinary civilians who can give a helping hand. Then, should never be around in those dark suits that seem to scream "Hey, we are secret agents and we're shooting for your city." Dressed in civilian clothes to avoid getting caught, especially in a city like Newark. And again, not wear black shoes with blue suit-night. Gerard smiled, pleased with '.
The man opened his eyes: he had guessed that provincial, across the board.
-L 'I told you it was better to come in jeans, "said the boy down with a sigh. Gerard almost smiled.
-Be ', you would have been less easily detected. But I would have discovered the same, it is certain, he said.
-Well, Mr. Way said the Chief-you know that we are not agents of the FBI, but there are many other things that you do not know-
-Me tell you, then. " Gerard began more comfortable and looked at him, daring him silently.
-Good. I am the agent Schechter said the dark,-and they are the agents Iero-Toro and curl up and pointed to the first then the little, out-and that is the agent-
-Bryar, of course. " Schechter nodded, a little upset that that Way had remembered the name of his colleague that he had spoken once, just to give an order, among other things.
"We are federal agents working for the government-continued. Gerard nodded yes, did not bat an eyelid. It was pretty damn obvious that they were trained men, could be seen a mile away.
-Federal Government-Gerard equal almost laughed in their semi-shocked expression, I think, more than obvious. But who sent you here? - We are agents of the MCR-
, Most Certain Risks-Schechter explained calmly, "it is a secret society, one of the most new, advanced and secret in the world. The four of us, agents Toro, Iero, Bryar and I, have been ordered to come and talk to you and you become part of the MCR, and everything started from the upper echelons-
Gerard sipped his coffee and reflect a little on the situation. Sure, it made sense, had it all makes sense. The fact that he had never heard of this MCR made sense, though it was a super-secret society was obvious that no one would have been aware.
And the men ... Gerard looked at them well, before speaking again.
They were young, they might have had about 27 or 28 years each, they were dandies instructed the government, had way too perfect to be the opposite. The thing that surprised him was just their age: they seemed to his contemporaries, and it was strange that people so young were between federal agents. But, he said Gerard, the feds could not be just old men with bellies too big to run, the feds did not just work desk, agile and serving people, among them, just in case.
So yes, they were in the service of government. But now the point was: what the government wanted from him? So, I asked.
-This is a good question, Mr. Way, "said Schechter taking place on a chair in front of the desk-this is a really good question. You see, we have only been ordered to come and talk to her and persuade her to join us. Because the upper echelons have the choice, do not know. We execute the orders, Mr. Way. Although now that I know I can understand a little something. " Schechter smiled.
-see, she is a man of great intuition. And fighting spirit, of course. You are not deceived by a uniform and realized that what we said we were not to be. Anyone else would not place one, single question. But she did, which brings me to the concept before: great intuition. And intuition is essential, in our work-
Gerard nodded absently as she opened the window behind him 'and he lit a cigarette.
-So, let me know. The government wants me, and I should accept it on two feet? - He asked ironically. It would be crazy to do it, and he was not crazy. He could be special, but it was not a madman.
-Of course not, idiot, "said the little guy, the 'Iero. Gerard raised his eyebrows in surprise at the same time in which the Schechter said.
-Iero, shut your mouth, "said the latter with austerity. Iero shrugged.
"But sorry, it was a stupid question! -
-Agent Iero, I told you to close the mouth. Do it. " Schechter seemed really pissed, and embarrassed, perhaps? - For the release of his companion, and he apologized promptly by Gerard whereas the little curly haired snorted and let out a smile, behind his head.
Gerard thought it was interesting. No Federal would never do such a thing, and those guys seemed really strange, yeah.
-I'm sorry, Mr. Way. What my colleague meant was that, of course, you should not accept it on the spot. We will show our operations center and all you need to know about our work, then talk with the Head. Then, and only then, decide if our methods may be of interest, and if so, to accept the offer, said Schechter, throwing dirty looks at another midget. Not that the boy was particularly low, but it was not exactly a beanpole and tall among the others seemed much more a midget.
-All right, yes. Show me the plant was worth at least operationally
worth groped, he told Gerard. Could always refuse.
Chapter Two
When Gerard woke up that morning, he remained a few moments soaking the sheets.
thought back to what he should do that day, and incredibly smiled.
Yeah. He smiled because that whole thing seemed absurd, because it really smiled, the feds had thought of him, and smiled because those boys who were sent to tell the news seemed funny.
He stood up and took a little time to take a shower, so that day would not go to work in Central, the feds would move to take him directly to his house and would have led to the "operations center". It would be passed to
nine, and still had time.
He dressed-always calm, why waste time? - And went into the kitchen, where he found his brother waiting for him with a cup of coffee already in hand.
- 'day-bowed gracefully dropping into a chair.
- 'Day. " Mikey handed him his coffee, and Gerard thanked him silently.
-So no work today? - Mikey asked then pouring the second cup of coffee. Coffee-dependent, we repeated Gerard, coffee-dependent. But he would not hurt, all that coffee?
Yes, Mike, I've already said. No work, I go with the federal-
-Um, gee ... is not that you've seriously got in trouble and do not you tell me? I mean, remember that time in New York when Parker has threatened to sue the government? Not that he did serious? -
-What the hell is going to think, Mike?! I say no, but you mad? - Gerard looked upset, I told you, the feds offered me a job with them, and now I have to meet them and decide whether to accept. " His brother had been drinking the brain, or perhaps had it just full of coffee. Perhaps he had more coffee that brain cells.
-And then, that Parker once he just threatened, would never do such a thing just to punish me for nonsense-as-
How did you almost kill the entire team? -. Mikey angelic smile. Gerard felt gave him a rude gesture with his hand and returned to devote himself to his coffee.
When he looked at his watch, saw that it was a few minutes to nine. I wonder if the feds would have been timely or delayed?
No, they would not have delayed.
Mikey went to open the door, after all excited to have federal agents at home and not to arrest his brother.
When he returned, he was not alone.
-Next, take a cup of coffee, I made it abundantly! - He was repeating the lesser of the Way and three men followed him into the kitchen.
-Way, good-day-
Schechter. Iero, Gerard Toro-watching greeted with cold air and devoting himself to his coffee.
-that is, I would like to own a coffee! Other than that swill at work pretending to be coffee! - Rejoiced Iero, the little guy. He was quite exuberant, yes. Gerard wondered what the heck he was doing in such a federal case. Perhaps the fool? But Schechter not seem to think similarly, given that glanced that could incinerate anyone. Iero anyone except, of course.
-Eccavolo Brian, stop taking everything so seriously. You'll make seriously a heart attack before the thirty-Iero said sitting at the table sipping coffee and Mikey had offered.
And so, the Chief's name was Brian. Good to know.
-And you'll kill seriously, before the thirty-Schechter said, he accepted the coffee. Toro sat down next to Gerard, and all drank in silence.
Gerard thought they were strange. Strange strong. But were, somehow, funny.
And yes, he liked a little bit. Except the head, that seemed just one big pain in the neck.
fact ...
-I nine five minutes, we should already be in the car, "said looking at the clock and getting up, followed by others. And the protests Iero, of course. Funny kind, that one.
-Way, good day, greeted the head out of the house. Toro turned to Mikey nodded his head, while Iero smiled warmly and thanked him for coffee.
"Good day, brother. And do not you stop-
-Quiet, Mike. Good day to you, and do not be put feet in the head by the brats! - Gerard replied, reaching the dark car and taking the back seat, right between Iero and Toro, while Schechter sat in front, next to Bryar, who had been used as a driver.
That morning, he saw Gerard, were dressed all in black. White shirts, pants, jackets and black ties. They looked very serious. And the shoes were matched, and black leather. So yes that would have gone unnoticed.
Even the car was black, but at least much less conspicuous of those four. It was a simple sedan, nothing more. A car like many others, no one would put any questions to see around the city.
-So where do we go? - Gerard asked once emerged from his reflections.
-You'll see, you will like it, "said Frank, turning a smile. A beautiful smile.
-Iero, no one authorized to give you a mr of the Way-Schechter retorted from his seat beside the driver. Frank snorted loudly, and the head snapped back, thus covering the giggle of Taurus, which she regained her composure after a moment, not before making a un'occhiolino Gerard.
freaks, yes. Types just strange.
-In any case, we're going to the operations center, Mr. Way. And as he told the agent Iero, the like- Schechter said without even looking back.
Bryar knew the street, and really drove a fantastic, Gerard thought to himself 'and if'. It was one of those drivers who want with you in case of a chase. Perhaps it was also because of what it had taken. Driver's choice. Fig.
It took only fifteen minutes to arrive.
The car stopped in front of an old building and decadent, and not too big. Gerard thought for a break because, perhaps, had punctured the wheel and had to change it. The image of men in suits intent to change a flat tire made him smile.
Instead, the car went through the large iron gate that was open at that very moment, and stopped at the door of the building. Schechter declined rapidly, followed by Iero, Toro and Gerard, while Bryar took the car somewhere else, who knows, maybe in a parking lot.
-pray, "said the Chief Gerard now the only so-called opening the door and driving the others inside.
The interior was even more decadent the outside, and Gerard thought it was just a big, big joke, because really, a headquarters could not be inside this monstrous building.
was empty, and dusty, and really, there was nothing about anything. Only one flight of stairs that led upstairs, and Schechter and others take, sure.
Gerard followed, without any particular expectations. And the upstairs turned out to be completely identical to the one below: white, gray and dusty. But Schechter
kept walking and went into one room, closely followed by others. It was an empty room, dusty and gray. There was only a very old and dusty mattress, tent and a dark, dusty and worn that covered the window. Really bleak. Gerard thought seriously about the likelihood of teasing.
But Schechter went to the tent, and stepped aside.
And Gerard thought that he could not just be a joke.
What the tent was not a covered window, a lift was . Not even an elevator so common. He had the car doors, but next, instead of buttons, there was a crack and a sort of intercom.
Schechter took a card from his jacket pocket and made him pass into the slot, and an immediate green light is activated, the doors opened. Please
-again, "said the Captain, smiling, smug expression totally shocked by Gerard.
entered all, and the elevator moves. Gerard thought she was going down, but she was not so secure.
And then, only a few seconds later the doors opened, and Gerard opened his mouth.
He was in a real operations center, a bit like those films.
was all white around him, and there were many men dressed in black, as Iero and others. They moved faster here and there, sure of what they were doing, and really, really busy.
-I told you you'd enjoy! -
-Iero! -. The little guy looked annoyed Cape Air (and especially of one who meditated revenge) but said no more.
-I'll see the offices. This way, mr-Way. Schechter led him through that place huge, moving as safe as the others, until he turned right, and a row of offices materialized in front of them.
The walls and office doors were made of glass, and you could see inside. Desks were black, and black chairs, telephones and blacks, and thousands of folders and files and work, and many men dressed in black. It was almost unbelievable. Gerard
carefully pinched her hand when no one was paying attention to him and made him hurt. Then he was awake, he was not sleeping. And those were really the federal offices. Wow.
-E '... it's beautiful, "said, not caring at all to hide the surprise and admiration in his voice. It was really beautiful. Schechter smiled.
-It is. Now come, I'll show the result of the work of our scientists, "said leading him far from the offices and turn left. He stopped only when they arrived in a huge room, all white, like the rest-full of white shelves, in turn filled with strange gadgets.
-This is the latest model of a gun very similar to the 38-caliber Magnum, but made entirely of metal, lighter and more maneuverable, perfect for those who can not use something more heavy-Toro explained briefly, not Gerard eyed just a shiny black pistol. This
-instead- Toro continued approaching another gun, is a P-08 Luger, this improved and perfected, suitable for hostile confrontations are not equipped with heavy weapons. "
As they passed in front of the arms, the bull named and explained what was more suitable (subject to an automatic, 1992 model, perfect for the regular police, a semi-automatic 90two, with frame and detachable handle, indicated to meet any operational requirement, and many, many other guns).
Then came the guns, and even those were very many. And they were very dangerous gems.
And then, what later Gerard decreed to be his favorite shelf, the department of technology.
There were cameras so small as to be almost invisible; locators modern and very, very fragile but they could locate anything within 10:00 to 10:00! - Miles, once attached to this item. There were microphones that seemed almost of the Flies, metal, and micro-chip, and many of those toys that Gerard would gladly have spent his life studying how they worked. But unfortunately there was no time.
-Now come on, Mr. Way, the Chief is waiting for us, "said Schechter guiding him away from his favorite candy. To hell with the director, Gerard thought, but there was just a way to stay a little longer to look at all the trinkets. Reluctantly
followed the others, being quite attentive to everything that happened there.
So they came to a wooden door painted black, Schechter and knocked once. A voice from inside asked them to enter, and Gerard was found nell'uficio largest he had ever seen.
It was huge, really. At the center, on the ground, was a great-white carpet that almost merges with the floor and walls, and there were many blacks shelves, and a huge black desk was placed in front of them, the chair that had her back to window.
-Come on, "said a voice that probably belonged to the man at that time gave them away.
-Mr Way is here, "said Director Schechter, not daring to sit down.
Ah, well. " The man turned toward them and stood up, going to meet Gerard. He was tall and slender, had dark eyes and aquiline nose, and sharp blacks. It was quite a bit further with age and had impeccable manners. A classic man of the government. Mr
-Way, pleased to make your acquaintance. Please, sit down, "said Gerard shaking hands and pointing to a black leather chair opposite the desk. Gerard sat in silence. The man looked rather austere, something to be Gerard did not really want to talk.
-Schechter, Iero and Toro. Wait outside, I have to exchange a few words in private, "said Mr. Way then turned to the other. The men nodded and left the room silently, without even a grimace.
Gerard felt for a moment, lost. At least they knew them. And they were also quite nice, but Schechter, of course.
-It 's really a privilege to have you here, Mr. Way, "said the man, taking place at the desk. Gerard nodded.
-see, the government always needs people like her. With his intelligence and insight, I find it absolutely wasted on the town police. This is why I did call, because I want to offer a great opportunity. I offer her a job as a federal agent, a job that will find much more suited to its present-
He spoke in a rather detached and of course, perfect manners, but it was not important. It was one of those bureaucrats and puppeteers you pushed around, and that broke a lot of the boxes. Meanwhile
-could you tell me what it's called, never works for strangers, "said Gerard, pungent.
-course, that careless. I should introduce myself, I'm sorry. I am the Director Wood, Mr. Way. And I find that my proposal quite attractive, "said, clasping her hands and looking at Gerard, who remained impassive. We feel this proposal
-time, then judge by me if it is attractive or not-
Gerard Way was a tough cookie. And Gerard Way was not a fool, that that old fool would have him in mind. Gerard smiled, loving, just as scary as he knew, and that smile had a certain impact also on the director, who remained silent for a moment and then spoke again.
-The work of the MCR is not easy, Mr. Way. And it's risky, very risky-
Yes, I know the acronym. " Gerard sighed, bored. The man coughed, annoyed.
-Good. Therefore, it is a dangerous job, where our men often risk their lives. But it is a rewarding job, and well-paid. And also, I just want justice reigns supreme-
Those were good reasons. Justice unchallenged, well-paid job.
How well-paid, exactly? - Asked Gerard. That part of the pay was very interested, because as a policeman in the province took a real misery, and at the same salary as a teacher of his brother is not that they lived very well. A little bit of money at home would have been useful, even to help his grandmother with medication and rest.
About five-thousand-dollars a month. A Gerard choked on his saliva. Cin-? -Five? Occavolo.
-I think she has a chance to become a great agent, once properly trained, Mr. Way. Given its percentage of cases resolved in New York. Let the local police and work for the government, we need men like you. And we need you-
Gerard thought for a while, considering the pros and cons.
The pros were far more cons. He had an exceptional salary, would be part of a secret organization (which was exciting, had to admit it), it was more or less how the spy, and the job was risky, the risk and excited him so much. All those times he had in tovato siuazioni risky, while working in New York, had always felt an adrenaline rush to invade, and it was exciting.
The counter was that he could stay dry. But the pros were really much more inviting.
-Ci-I said finally, and Wood smiled, "but on one condition-
Chapter Three
Another day had begun.
Gerard awoke peacefully that morning. But it was not calm and relaxed when I think about all the things you should do.
He made a quick shower and went downstairs to the kitchen, fully dressed, where his brother was filling that Gerard thought to be the second cup of coffee. He could also be the third or fourth, he thought then with horror. Drugged. His brother was a drug addict, coffee junkie. At least it was not cocaine.
- 'Day-Mikes
-' Gee-Day. And like every morning, Mikey handed him a cup of hot black coffee. I took it, Gerard, bitter and without even a bit 'of milk.
-So, tell me again this morning shortly after ...?- asked Mikey. Gerard sighed.
-This morning I'm going to resign to the department head to explain the situation. Do not even mention it to the MCR should think that'll work for the 'FBI, and then pick up my stuff and empty office-
-Ma ... the case of the judge, who will? -
-I do not know, Mikes, and apparently nothing that concerns the middle of Newark will be my business, from now on, "said Gerard, with a note of melancholy in his voice. We had taken so long to get used to that place, the new boss and new colleagues, and now would have to drop everything. Not to mention the case. Then followed the kidnapping of Judge Binns from the outset, let go and seemed to leave the court as to his fate.
But the police would never leave the case unsolved would find the court and thrown in jail the kidnappers, he said Gerard. Of course, we would have made. And you
-federal system from today? - Asked, the smaller of the Way. Gerard nodded.
-Yes, today. " They stood in silence to consume their coffee. Gerard munched toast blankly, thinking how strange it would be hard-and-change jobs again.
Maybe it was not such a good idea to accept. Maybe ... perhaps he had better remain at the center of Newark, with colleagues who had become accustomed, and who had in a long-time-used to him. But
then he thought the salary, and he and Mikey really needed it.
Yes, it was the best decision.
-Who the hell is knocking at this hour in the morning? - Mikey asked when the doorbell rang. Gerard shrugged his shoulders and saw his brother disappear, only to return moments later with ...
-Iero, what are you doing here? - Gerard asked while the other took place between him and Mikey. Needless to say, gladly accepted the coffee offered.
-Nothing that I did a tour and thought I'd pass. " Gerard made a face upside down.
"But what the heck, Way! I went to get you, I will help you to clear your old office and settle in again! - and then he said, laughing like crazy. Even Mikey joined in the laughter. Gerard was rather surprised.
-And why do you think I need help? - Asked. Iero expression exhibited a little shocked, a sign that the answer to his question was very, very obvious.
-How will you find the control room, since you've been there once and did not even know where he is? And then, as you think you can get in? -. Gerard shrugged.
-sound intercom? - Asked, knowing he had just said idiotic. It was obvious that would be enough to ring a telephone for entering a central Federal Government. What an idiot.
-course, and they'll open it up two feet-Iero rolled his eyes,-First, there are some highly advanced systems of recognition, and then the guards open only to agents and know them all, one by one, I assure you. Do not you open up anything but fire. " Gerard almost choked with coffee.
-And then, how are you going to open the elevator, providing you are able to overcome the monitoring? -. Gerard thought of the day before, as the Chief had opened the elevator. The paper.
-Yes, it takes the key card. And you still do not have it. They'll give you everything you need today-went Iero, sipping coffee.
-Well, "said Gerard, then, are here as a federal agent, and I scarrozza around with your car service? - Continued, skeptical. Iero was not in uniform. She wore a simple pair of jeans and a black shirt with light sleeves, all finished off with a pair of sneakers and a dark denim jacket.
-Be ', of course not! As you noticed, are in plain clothes. So, no car of the government. Let's go with my-she said, smiling. Gerard nodded.
-go then, you say? -. Gerard nodded again and stood up.
-See you later, Mikes. Pass a good day, "said waving her brother.
-Provided that those pests do not attack me in the chair, said the other, gloomily. Iero thought he was joking, but she was not so sure. Then
-hello ... Mike, see you, and thanks for the coffee-cheerfully greeted when he reached the door. Mikey said with a smile, and the two walked into the street.
Iero went solid steps toward an old red coupe, put the keys in the door and climbed up. Gerard sat in the passenger seat and rolled down the window.
-Fasten your belt, Officer, "said the little man with a smile. Gerard did as he had been ordered, and he smiled: it was strange to be calling agent, why he now had a different shade. Now he was a federal agent.
"Then, in the meantime could you tell me your name. The name, I mean. I'm not going to bring a stranger around all day, "continued the driver, with another smile.
-Oh yes, of course. Are
-Gerard-Gerard, nice name. Frank-I continued, "but we believe that during the service and only Way Iero. They are very strict about these things. " He sighed.
-E is sometimes a pain in the ass. Get Brian. The agent Schechter, I intend to turn sharply to right-Frank and Gerard was forced to stand, on-job is a great nuisance. E 'precise, meticulous. And it's also good that it is, because this work is not really a walk. But ... But it could be a bit 'less tax. Then if you take off from work, in another context, it is a fantastic person, really. E 'witty, intelligent, and great, seriously-
Gerard nodded, anxious to hold on to the door not to fly out the window.
So, Schechter was only a nuisance to work. It was a little 'hard to believe, really, but Frank-' s agent Iero seemed sure of what he said.
-Here we are! - Iero said happily parked the car in front of the station. They got together and, after closing the car, flanked Iero Gerard so fast that he even noticed it and nearly jumped. Almost.
"Then, go over a second-
-Go over what? - Asked Gerard.
-plan. What should we say, do and things like that. Do not tell me that I had not thought of? -. Gerard nodded. Of course we had thought we had thought indeed. He would go in there and would speak in private with his head in his office. Told him that he had accepted the proposal that the federal- he believed to be the FBI, and that he wrote in his resignation that same time. The agency said Iero.
-Be ', I suppose it can go. Please do not hint at the MCR, is a company-
-Super-secret. Yes, I know. Now let's go-Gerard interrupted, annoyed. The always annoyed when people repeat the obvious, or where it's said what he wanted to know.
Yes, perfect. And with me as you put it? Who am I, Way? - Asked the little, annoying Gerard even more.
-L 'agent Iero? - Said, of course.
-Wrong, Way agent. Today I'm just a friend, and I'm helping to take away your-stuff-
Oldman But if you saw yesterday! - Gerard said,-I do not think I do not recognize. " Iero smiled, a smile rather disturbing, to say the truth.
-First, yesterday I was in uniform and not today. I look like a pretty normal guy, dressed like that, and quell'Oldman will not be able to recognize me. Second-smiled again, more disturbing than before-if it were to ask questions, use your voice more convincing to say that I'm just a friend \u0026lt;i> \u0026lt;/ i>. And third, if it is necessary, I will speak. Although I think you will attend to yourself. " Gerard nodded, really not convinced, and went to Central, followed closely by his new colleague.
When they entered, all the department turned to look at them, but nobody said anything, and so they headed to the office of Oldman, disturbed only by prying eyes.
Gerard came in without even knocking, so the door was open, and when she was inside Iero also closed the door behind them. Oldman looked at them, and seemed quite frustrated at the lack of education of Gerard, and asked her what the hell he was doing in the office with so much delay.
Gerard and Frank sat-latter 'had wore dark glasses.
-I came to give my resignation, boss. I accepted the proposal of the federal-debuted Gerard-write as soon as I resign my office, and while my friend and I take all my things-
-Your friend? - Oldman seemed suspicious, - Certainly, I understand, smiled. Gerard thought he had a hunch, but if no sign of anything so there was no need to give more clues.
-I understand that the federal proposal was very attractive, but are you sure you do not want to stay? After all, you are a valid element, and even if you are a great nuisance, the department needs you-continued. Gerard shook his head.
-Thanks for the offer again, but it's time to move-
-Well, if that's what you want. Now go 'to take your things with your friend, and bring me his letter of resignation signed by half an hour, then I have to do. " Gerard nodded and stood up without another word, followed closely by Frank-l 'agent Iero. Together they headed to his office, and once inside Iero closed the door, to talk undisturbed.
-understood something, but at least it did not apply, "said emptying a box of blank pages and putting content on a shelf.
Yes, I told you that is not a fool-Iero. Gerard began to fill the box with his belongings, which had very little to tell the truth. Threw in the paperweight, some special pens, a stapler, staples and a couple of photos.
-all? - Asked Iero watching the box half empty.
-all. I do not like to take half home to work, "said Gerard looking around a bit to see if he had forgotten something. Iero looked again in the box and pulled out the photos. There were more than two, actually.
In one, was portrayed with his brother Gerard, Iero and surmised that it was not too long ago.
In another, the two Way happy smiling, embracing both an older woman looking very affectionate with her hair like blacks and Gerard with his own green eyes flecked with gold and brown, while the other hand, had more angular features of Mikey. The third photograph depicted
Gerard still with that woman, sitting under a porch of a nice house.
In the fourth-and-last photo, he saw Mr Iero smiling and hugging a boy with brown hair and the expression a little unpleasant.
-A friend of yours? - Asked instinctively putting the various photographs in the box. Gerard did not look back either.
-My ex-boyfriend
-Ah-. Iero looked at the photo one last time and then began to look at the room. There was nothing that spoke of Way in there. It was like a room full of cards and sterile, nothing more and nothing less. Any other policeman would have had a lot of pictures of loved ones, or any certificate attached to the walls, or pictures of the good old days when even played football. But nothing he had only those four pictures and nothing else. Weird, that Way.
Meanwhile, Gerard was sitting at his desk and he was typing something to the old computer. The other went up to him. Write-
resign? - Asked. Gerard nodded, struggling with the computer in order to hurry, but that gave it to him not won.
-It 's a very old model, "said Iero,-how do you work with that dinosaur? -. Rise.
-are computers that we have been provided, said Gerard,-why, you work with what model? -
-Be ', before we had laptops of Dell Computers, but now we have provided the handsets and the smaller just light produced by the Macintosh. I think it is the improved version of the MacMini, but it could be a whole new computer, I do not know. They are not even out on the market, not yet, "said Iero, laughing and shocked expression of the companion.
-You too have your own, in a moment. But now come on, we gotta go. " Gerard nodded, still shocked by the news that soon would have a super-computer of its own. Federal Those were really, really fantastic.
finished writing his letter of resignation and the press, then signed it and took it to his boss, who the counter (Oldman Gerard had the impression that he had not really want). They said goodbye with a handshake and a few formal words, but nothing more. After all, had not yet had time to become attached, and the farewell was not as painful as a result had been healthy when Gerard Parker. Better that way.
course, before leaving, he recommended \u0026lt;i> \u0026lt;/ i> Oldman not to tell anyone where he was and what would be his job, because the consequences were not exactly pleasant. Then along came
Gerard Iero agent, carrying only a half-empty box and do not feel any lack of central Newark. After all, it was really the best.
They went back in the car, and in twenty minutes were in front of the old building.
This time, Gerard noted that when the car had stopped at the gate his colleague had lowered the window and had filed into the intercom. A metallic voice had appeared shortly after, but Gerard could not understand what he said.
-What happened? - Then asked, intrigued.
-Oh, that. It was the retinal scanner, and the voice confirms that the scanner has been made and that those who have passed is actually an agent of the MCR, then the gate opens. But there are always guards, making sure that there are intruders, the agent explained Iero parked the car in front of the gate, going down and leaving the keys attached to the framework.
The lead-in parking, "said, noting the curious eyes of Gerard.
Again, entered the old building and moved to the second floor. They entered the room and headed safe behind the curtain, and inserted Iero his magnetic card into the slot, so that the doors opened before them. E-
the intercom that is it for? - Gerard asked, genuinely curious. The other smiled.
-That is for speech recognition in case of emergency, or if someone loses the card. But it is always used in an emergency because no one would dream of losing the key card, it said it would be like to be a federal agent. " In seconds they reached the operations center, Iero and Gerard drove to the offices. He did get one of those in the box and placed it on the desktop black.
-Well, things your system quickly, while I I'll get everything you'll need in here, "said smiling and leaving the office quickly. When he returned, Gerard had already emptied the box and left him in a corner.
Iero rested a few things on the desk, and a black suit with white shirt and leather shoes coordinates on one of the chairs black.
-So this is your key card. I recommend it, defend it at the cost of living, you must not lose it. Then this is your pager, it is always very helpful and we need to communicate. My number is already included in the book, together with that of Schechter, Toro and Bryar. So this here is a mini computer that speaks to you, you'll have time to play, now we have to do, "said Gerard had to turn on when the little white laptop.
-That's your uniform, the size should be exact. Do not ask how, they have given to me when I arrived, without making the measurements, and it was perfect. Now I'll take you to record your retina, then we should begin to see how well you do in the race type, resistance and struggle. And then we're done, but it will also over the day-
Iero smiled, happy. I wonder if he was always so when a new colleague, Gerard thought.
-Ah, you were assegnato alla nostra squadra. Intendo quella mia, di Schechter, Toro e Bryar- disse ancora.
Gerard sorrise.
-Sì, lo so-
Title: Most Certain Risks
Fandom: Real People / My Chemical Romance, Other
Author: mrs_toro_or (aka blaise_sl_tr07 )
Beta Reader: Will91
Raiting: NC17
Warnings: slash, AU (Alternative Universe). Warning! This story contains explicit scenes of sex between men, or anyone else might feel offended, please do not start reading.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, what I write is not for profit and none of the facts I intend to propose is true.
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-... the kidnapping of Judge Binns. The police continue to investigate, but there seems no news on the case-
turned off the television with a nervous step. How on earth could talk like that nonsense? But, he said, was television, and in fact did nothing all day.
He lit a cigarette and sat on the couch, sipping coffee, now cold.
That case was doing crazy. He had followed the track behind the track and never get to anything, had devised plans on plans that had proved useless. He spent whole nights in the office just to try something, anything , which could even bring it closer to the solution.
sighed, wearily. It was late, and the next day was to go to work, as it did not feel like it. He felt so damn helpless ... there was nothing he could do to find the court, nothing to trap the kidnappers, fuck. It was frustrating.
-Hey Gee ... what are you doing up at this hour, are three in the morning ...-. A dark boy, tall and slender peeped into the living room, yawning. Nothing
-Mikes, quiet. Go back to sleep, "said the other carried a black lock away from his forehead. It was hard, it was damn hard, everything. But
-Gerard, you sleep, really. You look upset, as if she slept well
-by-Month, already. I'm fine Mike, you go 'to bed-
The tallest boy sighed and sat down next to his brother, wearily. Because he, unlike that idiot Gerard knew that sleep was necessary .
-It 's still the story of the court, is not it? - Asked quietly. The other nodded. The find-
, Gee. You're a fantastic cop, you always have fixed a lot of cases. And can you find it. But now go to sleep, I dare not imagine how you show up tomorrow in the office. " Mikey smiled and stood up, heading to his room. He knew that his brother would fall asleep on the couch, like every night, and the next day had a face like a zombie, just like every morning. She was always so, when he had a difficult case.
Gerard sighed, now replacing the cigarette off another, brand new. He did not want to sleep, he wanted to think and solve the case stramaledettissimo.
When he opened his eyes saw that it was already morning. He rose slowly from the sofa and all his bones creaked and protested, and ran the shower and an inviting aroma of coffee invaded the house.
Mikey. His brother loved the coffee, I was seriously obsessed. You could say that would not have survived without coffee less than ten minutes. On second thought, Mikes went on to caffeine.
Gerard smiled, as he always did when he thought his brother, and got dressed quickly and then descend to the kitchen.
- 'day-
-' Gee Day. I prepared the toast, and coffee. Mikey smiled coming to the cup of coffee and buttered toast already jam-free or otherwise, to Gerard liked it.
-Day programs? - Churches the other as he ate his toast.
-Be ', the usual. I'm at school until three, now I have the full time, and then I come home and make dinner, "said Mikey, shooting his brother a significant look.
-And if you dare to even think of doing another one of your nights in the office, you swear that castro-
Gerard almost choked with coffee. Sure that his brother was just adorable, if you put. He sighed.
-Okay, Mike, I promise that if I do not have too much work back on time, on time and -
-Me hope so. " Gerard smiled.
-Now I run away, or I'm late. I'll call you later, good day! - He said, getting up and going out quickly home. He ran into the car and waited for the engine to finish the tantrum, then went on and sent to the police station. The central
Newark was small and messy, and it seemed more a theater than a real center. This was because the small office of a small town. And Gerard had never liked.
He was originally from there, of course, but had lived in New York until a year ago, when her grandmother was ill and he and his brother had run from her. His boss told him that it would be a shame to transfer him as a valid element in a provincial town, but if it was what he wanted, amen.
In fact, Newark Gerard was not what he wanted. He wanted to just stay in the Big Apple, in his department and his colleagues with his life forever. But he could not. Because his grandmother needed him. It's not that he hated Gerard
Newark, only that he felt ... small. And we were not accustomed to.
when he showed up for work on the first day, everybody had looked like it was an alien, and had clearly avoided. Each of them do their job without ever speak to him, looking sideways at only because he was the newcomer .
chief had called him into his office and we Gerard was intended to malicnuore. She had told him how things work there for them, what should or should not do, what he should do in every situation. What stupid things, he had thought Gerard.
In addition, his new boss was very impressed by the letter he had received from 'Chief Inspector Parker-his old chief, in which he explained that Gerard Way was an excellent policeman, and was used to working alone, because , made at the most. Parker also wrote that he had, Gerard, was a singular person, with the habits and methods that could be absurd, at first sight, but he never lost a case or wrong. Because it was a great cop.
And so, Gerard was assigned to his office, his small office staff and lonely that he could manage as he sees fit. And, importantly, he was not assigned to any partner.
Gerard was not a bad person, and he was completely sane, but he could not work in pairs. He had a very ... singular, and it was better alone, really.
Mikey had teased him for that.
-Way, is there anyone who would like to know, "said his boss, Ernie Oldman, entering his office without even knocking. But that rude.
Gerard raised his eyes listlessly from the documentation that he was reading, put his cup of coffee on the table and looked up.
-Who is it? - Asked in a bored voice. He was annoyed at being interrupted, because he was re-reading those documents in order to find something, a clue, anything. It did not matter that she's reading to them, at least, the three hundredth time, it could always have an insight, you never know.
-Come into my office-
Gerard snorted and stood up, leaving everything on the desktop, except the coffee, he needed it. It was bad enough zombie yes and no sleep for three hours, there was no need to fall asleep on the job, was not the case. Then followed his boss from the office, which was not quite as empty as ever.
There were four men dressed in dark suits, all distinguished-looking and serious, and Gerard instinctively thought they were very, very unpleasant.
-This is Mr. Way? "- Once asked one of them while Oldman closed the door and sat behind the desk. Gerard was right, they were just nasty. Speak of him as if it were not present, that rude.
-Yes, he said the boss. The man who spoke-up, dry but muscular build, brown hair and blue eyes, he turned and looked at Gerard. Or rather, it looked.
-does not seem so exceptional as you say, Oldman. It has rather the air of one who is likely to fall asleep on the desk at any moment-
But that great shit. Who does he think he is?
-Working day and night on a case may have this effect then, "said Gerard, sarcastic and edgy. The man looked at him without batting an eye, then turned back to Oldman.
-Explain the situation, and hurry up. We do not have the day available, "said coldly. The chief sighed.
-course. Way, these men are agents of the FBI, and are here for a reason. Apparently, they need you. They spoke with your old boss in New York because I believe I found one among his men, who could help in an investigation. Survey top-secret, of course. And Parker said that the only man who could help them was right here at Newark-
Gerard listened without flinching. Well. Those were the FBI, they needed to contact the NYPD to find someone who could help them in top-secret investigation, and now they wanted him. The story was absurd. How did those of the FBI needed a common policeman ? The whole thing stank, and so too.
-Why do not you tell me the real reason you're here instead? I think you avoid wasting time unnecessarily, then said coldly, her eyes suddenly narrowed and sharp as sharp blades.
The man who had spoken before did not change expression, but a flash in his blue eyes made it clear to Gerard had made the center. Those were not the FBI-
leave us alone, then the man ordered him to Oldman, who got up immediately, alarmed by the tone of authority and terrible that young man, and ran out of the room, closing the door behind him ' . Gerard
then sat down at his chair and propped his feet on the desk while one of the men-Bassin, brown hair and hazel eyes strange cut-closed all the curtains in the windows and made sure that no one was spying.
-Bryar, it should be 'off-guard and is then ordered the blue-eyed man, who probably was the leader.
Another man-blond, tall, very muscular physique, nodded and did as he was told.
-Who are you? - Gerard asked then defiantly, for explaining to the dandies that yes, they were discovered.
-secret-agents-
But the FBI-Gerard smiled, loving, work-for who? -
The man looked at him seriously.
-She is really keen as we were told, Mr. Way. How do you understand? -. Gerard snorted. Why that guy was doing so long, could not simply tell him who sent them and go back from where it came from?
-Those of the FBI do not go around the police departments of New York to look for ordinary civilians who can give a helping hand. Then, should never be around in those dark suits that seem to scream "Hey, we are secret agents and we're shooting for your city." Dressed in civilian clothes to avoid getting caught, especially in a city like Newark. And again, not wear black shoes with blue suit-night. Gerard smiled, pleased with '.
The man opened his eyes: he had guessed that provincial, across the board.
-L 'I told you it was better to come in jeans, "said the boy down with a sigh. Gerard almost smiled.
-Be ', you would have been less easily detected. But I would have discovered the same, it is certain, he said.
-Well, Mr. Way said the Chief-you know that we are not agents of the FBI, but there are many other things that you do not know-
-Me tell you, then. " Gerard began more comfortable and looked at him, daring him silently.
-Good. I am the agent Schechter said the dark,-and they are the agents Iero-Toro and curl up and pointed to the first then the little, out-and that is the agent-
-Bryar, of course. " Schechter nodded, a little upset that that Way had remembered the name of his colleague that he had spoken once, just to give an order, among other things.
"We are federal agents working for the government-continued. Gerard nodded yes, did not bat an eyelid. It was pretty damn obvious that they were trained men, could be seen a mile away.
-Federal Government-Gerard equal almost laughed in their semi-shocked expression, I think, more than obvious. But who sent you here? - We are agents of the MCR-
, Most Certain Risks-Schechter explained calmly, "it is a secret society, one of the most new, advanced and secret in the world. The four of us, agents Toro, Iero, Bryar and I, have been ordered to come and talk to you and you become part of the MCR, and everything started from the upper echelons-
Gerard sipped his coffee and reflect a little on the situation. Sure, it made sense, had it all makes sense. The fact that he had never heard of this MCR made sense, though it was a super-secret society was obvious that no one would have been aware.
And the men ... Gerard looked at them well, before speaking again.
They were young, they might have had about 27 or 28 years each, they were dandies instructed the government, had way too perfect to be the opposite. The thing that surprised him was just their age: they seemed to his contemporaries, and it was strange that people so young were between federal agents. But, he said Gerard, the feds could not be just old men with bellies too big to run, the feds did not just work desk, agile and serving people, among them, just in case.
So yes, they were in the service of government. But now the point was: what the government wanted from him? So, I asked.
-This is a good question, Mr. Way, "said Schechter taking place on a chair in front of the desk-this is a really good question. You see, we have only been ordered to come and talk to her and persuade her to join us. Because the upper echelons have the choice, do not know. We execute the orders, Mr. Way. Although now that I know I can understand a little something. " Schechter smiled.
-see, she is a man of great intuition. And fighting spirit, of course. You are not deceived by a uniform and realized that what we said we were not to be. Anyone else would not place one, single question. But she did, which brings me to the concept before: great intuition. And intuition is essential, in our work-
Gerard nodded absently as she opened the window behind him 'and he lit a cigarette.
-So, let me know. The government wants me, and I should accept it on two feet? - He asked ironically. It would be crazy to do it, and he was not crazy. He could be special, but it was not a madman.
-Of course not, idiot, "said the little guy, the 'Iero. Gerard raised his eyebrows in surprise at the same time in which the Schechter said.
-Iero, shut your mouth, "said the latter with austerity. Iero shrugged.
"But sorry, it was a stupid question! -
-Agent Iero, I told you to close the mouth. Do it. " Schechter seemed really pissed, and embarrassed, perhaps? - For the release of his companion, and he apologized promptly by Gerard whereas the little curly haired snorted and let out a smile, behind his head.
Gerard thought it was interesting. No Federal would never do such a thing, and those guys seemed really strange, yeah.
-I'm sorry, Mr. Way. What my colleague meant was that, of course, you should not accept it on the spot. We will show our operations center and all you need to know about our work, then talk with the Head. Then, and only then, decide if our methods may be of interest, and if so, to accept the offer, said Schechter, throwing dirty looks at another midget. Not that the boy was particularly low, but it was not exactly a beanpole and tall among the others seemed much more a midget.
-All right, yes. Show me the plant was worth at least operationally
worth groped, he told Gerard. Could always refuse.
Chapter Two
When Gerard woke up that morning, he remained a few moments soaking the sheets.
thought back to what he should do that day, and incredibly smiled.
Yeah. He smiled because that whole thing seemed absurd, because it really smiled, the feds had thought of him, and smiled because those boys who were sent to tell the news seemed funny.
He stood up and took a little time to take a shower, so that day would not go to work in Central, the feds would move to take him directly to his house and would have led to the "operations center". It would be passed to
nine, and still had time.
He dressed-always calm, why waste time? - And went into the kitchen, where he found his brother waiting for him with a cup of coffee already in hand.
- 'day-bowed gracefully dropping into a chair.
- 'Day. " Mikey handed him his coffee, and Gerard thanked him silently.
-So no work today? - Mikey asked then pouring the second cup of coffee. Coffee-dependent, we repeated Gerard, coffee-dependent. But he would not hurt, all that coffee?
Yes, Mike, I've already said. No work, I go with the federal-
-Um, gee ... is not that you've seriously got in trouble and do not you tell me? I mean, remember that time in New York when Parker has threatened to sue the government? Not that he did serious? -
-What the hell is going to think, Mike?! I say no, but you mad? - Gerard looked upset, I told you, the feds offered me a job with them, and now I have to meet them and decide whether to accept. " His brother had been drinking the brain, or perhaps had it just full of coffee. Perhaps he had more coffee that brain cells.
-And then, that Parker once he just threatened, would never do such a thing just to punish me for nonsense-as-
How did you almost kill the entire team? -. Mikey angelic smile. Gerard felt gave him a rude gesture with his hand and returned to devote himself to his coffee.
When he looked at his watch, saw that it was a few minutes to nine. I wonder if the feds would have been timely or delayed?
No, they would not have delayed.
Mikey went to open the door, after all excited to have federal agents at home and not to arrest his brother.
When he returned, he was not alone.
-Next, take a cup of coffee, I made it abundantly! - He was repeating the lesser of the Way and three men followed him into the kitchen.
-Way, good-day-
Schechter. Iero, Gerard Toro-watching greeted with cold air and devoting himself to his coffee.
-that is, I would like to own a coffee! Other than that swill at work pretending to be coffee! - Rejoiced Iero, the little guy. He was quite exuberant, yes. Gerard wondered what the heck he was doing in such a federal case. Perhaps the fool? But Schechter not seem to think similarly, given that glanced that could incinerate anyone. Iero anyone except, of course.
-Eccavolo Brian, stop taking everything so seriously. You'll make seriously a heart attack before the thirty-Iero said sitting at the table sipping coffee and Mikey had offered.
And so, the Chief's name was Brian. Good to know.
-And you'll kill seriously, before the thirty-Schechter said, he accepted the coffee. Toro sat down next to Gerard, and all drank in silence.
Gerard thought they were strange. Strange strong. But were, somehow, funny.
And yes, he liked a little bit. Except the head, that seemed just one big pain in the neck.
fact ...
-I nine five minutes, we should already be in the car, "said looking at the clock and getting up, followed by others. And the protests Iero, of course. Funny kind, that one.
-Way, good day, greeted the head out of the house. Toro turned to Mikey nodded his head, while Iero smiled warmly and thanked him for coffee.
"Good day, brother. And do not you stop-
-Quiet, Mike. Good day to you, and do not be put feet in the head by the brats! - Gerard replied, reaching the dark car and taking the back seat, right between Iero and Toro, while Schechter sat in front, next to Bryar, who had been used as a driver.
That morning, he saw Gerard, were dressed all in black. White shirts, pants, jackets and black ties. They looked very serious. And the shoes were matched, and black leather. So yes that would have gone unnoticed.
Even the car was black, but at least much less conspicuous of those four. It was a simple sedan, nothing more. A car like many others, no one would put any questions to see around the city.
-So where do we go? - Gerard asked once emerged from his reflections.
-You'll see, you will like it, "said Frank, turning a smile. A beautiful smile.
-Iero, no one authorized to give you a mr of the Way-Schechter retorted from his seat beside the driver. Frank snorted loudly, and the head snapped back, thus covering the giggle of Taurus, which she regained her composure after a moment, not before making a un'occhiolino Gerard.
freaks, yes. Types just strange.
-In any case, we're going to the operations center, Mr. Way. And as he told the agent Iero, the like- Schechter said without even looking back.
Bryar knew the street, and really drove a fantastic, Gerard thought to himself 'and if'. It was one of those drivers who want with you in case of a chase. Perhaps it was also because of what it had taken. Driver's choice. Fig.
It took only fifteen minutes to arrive.
The car stopped in front of an old building and decadent, and not too big. Gerard thought for a break because, perhaps, had punctured the wheel and had to change it. The image of men in suits intent to change a flat tire made him smile.
Instead, the car went through the large iron gate that was open at that very moment, and stopped at the door of the building. Schechter declined rapidly, followed by Iero, Toro and Gerard, while Bryar took the car somewhere else, who knows, maybe in a parking lot.
-pray, "said the Chief Gerard now the only so-called opening the door and driving the others inside.
The interior was even more decadent the outside, and Gerard thought it was just a big, big joke, because really, a headquarters could not be inside this monstrous building.
was empty, and dusty, and really, there was nothing about anything. Only one flight of stairs that led upstairs, and Schechter and others take, sure.
Gerard followed, without any particular expectations. And the upstairs turned out to be completely identical to the one below: white, gray and dusty. But Schechter
kept walking and went into one room, closely followed by others. It was an empty room, dusty and gray. There was only a very old and dusty mattress, tent and a dark, dusty and worn that covered the window. Really bleak. Gerard thought seriously about the likelihood of teasing.
But Schechter went to the tent, and stepped aside.
And Gerard thought that he could not just be a joke.
What the tent was not a covered window, a lift was . Not even an elevator so common. He had the car doors, but next, instead of buttons, there was a crack and a sort of intercom.
Schechter took a card from his jacket pocket and made him pass into the slot, and an immediate green light is activated, the doors opened. Please
-again, "said the Captain, smiling, smug expression totally shocked by Gerard.
entered all, and the elevator moves. Gerard thought she was going down, but she was not so secure.
And then, only a few seconds later the doors opened, and Gerard opened his mouth.
He was in a real operations center, a bit like those films.
was all white around him, and there were many men dressed in black, as Iero and others. They moved faster here and there, sure of what they were doing, and really, really busy.
-I told you you'd enjoy! -
-Iero! -. The little guy looked annoyed Cape Air (and especially of one who meditated revenge) but said no more.
-I'll see the offices. This way, mr-Way. Schechter led him through that place huge, moving as safe as the others, until he turned right, and a row of offices materialized in front of them.
The walls and office doors were made of glass, and you could see inside. Desks were black, and black chairs, telephones and blacks, and thousands of folders and files and work, and many men dressed in black. It was almost unbelievable. Gerard
carefully pinched her hand when no one was paying attention to him and made him hurt. Then he was awake, he was not sleeping. And those were really the federal offices. Wow.
-E '... it's beautiful, "said, not caring at all to hide the surprise and admiration in his voice. It was really beautiful. Schechter smiled.
-It is. Now come, I'll show the result of the work of our scientists, "said leading him far from the offices and turn left. He stopped only when they arrived in a huge room, all white, like the rest-full of white shelves, in turn filled with strange gadgets.
-This is the latest model of a gun very similar to the 38-caliber Magnum, but made entirely of metal, lighter and more maneuverable, perfect for those who can not use something more heavy-Toro explained briefly, not Gerard eyed just a shiny black pistol. This
-instead- Toro continued approaching another gun, is a P-08 Luger, this improved and perfected, suitable for hostile confrontations are not equipped with heavy weapons. "
As they passed in front of the arms, the bull named and explained what was more suitable (subject to an automatic, 1992 model, perfect for the regular police, a semi-automatic 90two, with frame and detachable handle, indicated to meet any operational requirement, and many, many other guns).
Then came the guns, and even those were very many. And they were very dangerous gems.
And then, what later Gerard decreed to be his favorite shelf, the department of technology.
There were cameras so small as to be almost invisible; locators modern and very, very fragile but they could locate anything within 10:00 to 10:00! - Miles, once attached to this item. There were microphones that seemed almost of the Flies, metal, and micro-chip, and many of those toys that Gerard would gladly have spent his life studying how they worked. But unfortunately there was no time.
-Now come on, Mr. Way, the Chief is waiting for us, "said Schechter guiding him away from his favorite candy. To hell with the director, Gerard thought, but there was just a way to stay a little longer to look at all the trinkets. Reluctantly
followed the others, being quite attentive to everything that happened there.
So they came to a wooden door painted black, Schechter and knocked once. A voice from inside asked them to enter, and Gerard was found nell'uficio largest he had ever seen.
It was huge, really. At the center, on the ground, was a great-white carpet that almost merges with the floor and walls, and there were many blacks shelves, and a huge black desk was placed in front of them, the chair that had her back to window.
-Come on, "said a voice that probably belonged to the man at that time gave them away.
-Mr Way is here, "said Director Schechter, not daring to sit down.
Ah, well. " The man turned toward them and stood up, going to meet Gerard. He was tall and slender, had dark eyes and aquiline nose, and sharp blacks. It was quite a bit further with age and had impeccable manners. A classic man of the government. Mr
-Way, pleased to make your acquaintance. Please, sit down, "said Gerard shaking hands and pointing to a black leather chair opposite the desk. Gerard sat in silence. The man looked rather austere, something to be Gerard did not really want to talk.
-Schechter, Iero and Toro. Wait outside, I have to exchange a few words in private, "said Mr. Way then turned to the other. The men nodded and left the room silently, without even a grimace.
Gerard felt for a moment, lost. At least they knew them. And they were also quite nice, but Schechter, of course.
-It 's really a privilege to have you here, Mr. Way, "said the man, taking place at the desk. Gerard nodded.
-see, the government always needs people like her. With his intelligence and insight, I find it absolutely wasted on the town police. This is why I did call, because I want to offer a great opportunity. I offer her a job as a federal agent, a job that will find much more suited to its present-
He spoke in a rather detached and of course, perfect manners, but it was not important. It was one of those bureaucrats and puppeteers you pushed around, and that broke a lot of the boxes. Meanwhile
-could you tell me what it's called, never works for strangers, "said Gerard, pungent.
-course, that careless. I should introduce myself, I'm sorry. I am the Director Wood, Mr. Way. And I find that my proposal quite attractive, "said, clasping her hands and looking at Gerard, who remained impassive. We feel this proposal
-time, then judge by me if it is attractive or not-
Gerard Way was a tough cookie. And Gerard Way was not a fool, that that old fool would have him in mind. Gerard smiled, loving, just as scary as he knew, and that smile had a certain impact also on the director, who remained silent for a moment and then spoke again.
-The work of the MCR is not easy, Mr. Way. And it's risky, very risky-
Yes, I know the acronym. " Gerard sighed, bored. The man coughed, annoyed.
-Good. Therefore, it is a dangerous job, where our men often risk their lives. But it is a rewarding job, and well-paid. And also, I just want justice reigns supreme-
Those were good reasons. Justice unchallenged, well-paid job.
How well-paid, exactly? - Asked Gerard. That part of the pay was very interested, because as a policeman in the province took a real misery, and at the same salary as a teacher of his brother is not that they lived very well. A little bit of money at home would have been useful, even to help his grandmother with medication and rest.
About five-thousand-dollars a month. A Gerard choked on his saliva. Cin-? -Five? Occavolo.
-I think she has a chance to become a great agent, once properly trained, Mr. Way. Given its percentage of cases resolved in New York. Let the local police and work for the government, we need men like you. And we need you-
Gerard thought for a while, considering the pros and cons.
The pros were far more cons. He had an exceptional salary, would be part of a secret organization (which was exciting, had to admit it), it was more or less how the spy, and the job was risky, the risk and excited him so much. All those times he had in tovato siuazioni risky, while working in New York, had always felt an adrenaline rush to invade, and it was exciting.
The counter was that he could stay dry. But the pros were really much more inviting.
-Ci-I said finally, and Wood smiled, "but on one condition-
Chapter Three
Another day had begun.
Gerard awoke peacefully that morning. But it was not calm and relaxed when I think about all the things you should do.
He made a quick shower and went downstairs to the kitchen, fully dressed, where his brother was filling that Gerard thought to be the second cup of coffee. He could also be the third or fourth, he thought then with horror. Drugged. His brother was a drug addict, coffee junkie. At least it was not cocaine.
- 'Day-Mikes
-' Gee-Day. And like every morning, Mikey handed him a cup of hot black coffee. I took it, Gerard, bitter and without even a bit 'of milk.
-So, tell me again this morning shortly after ...?- asked Mikey. Gerard sighed.
-This morning I'm going to resign to the department head to explain the situation. Do not even mention it to the MCR should think that'll work for the 'FBI, and then pick up my stuff and empty office-
-Ma ... the case of the judge, who will? -
-I do not know, Mikes, and apparently nothing that concerns the middle of Newark will be my business, from now on, "said Gerard, with a note of melancholy in his voice. We had taken so long to get used to that place, the new boss and new colleagues, and now would have to drop everything. Not to mention the case. Then followed the kidnapping of Judge Binns from the outset, let go and seemed to leave the court as to his fate.
But the police would never leave the case unsolved would find the court and thrown in jail the kidnappers, he said Gerard. Of course, we would have made. And you
-federal system from today? - Asked, the smaller of the Way. Gerard nodded.
-Yes, today. " They stood in silence to consume their coffee. Gerard munched toast blankly, thinking how strange it would be hard-and-change jobs again.
Maybe it was not such a good idea to accept. Maybe ... perhaps he had better remain at the center of Newark, with colleagues who had become accustomed, and who had in a long-time-used to him. But
then he thought the salary, and he and Mikey really needed it.
Yes, it was the best decision.
-Who the hell is knocking at this hour in the morning? - Mikey asked when the doorbell rang. Gerard shrugged his shoulders and saw his brother disappear, only to return moments later with ...
-Iero, what are you doing here? - Gerard asked while the other took place between him and Mikey. Needless to say, gladly accepted the coffee offered.
-Nothing that I did a tour and thought I'd pass. " Gerard made a face upside down.
"But what the heck, Way! I went to get you, I will help you to clear your old office and settle in again! - and then he said, laughing like crazy. Even Mikey joined in the laughter. Gerard was rather surprised.
-And why do you think I need help? - Asked. Iero expression exhibited a little shocked, a sign that the answer to his question was very, very obvious.
-How will you find the control room, since you've been there once and did not even know where he is? And then, as you think you can get in? -. Gerard shrugged.
-sound intercom? - Asked, knowing he had just said idiotic. It was obvious that would be enough to ring a telephone for entering a central Federal Government. What an idiot.
-course, and they'll open it up two feet-Iero rolled his eyes,-First, there are some highly advanced systems of recognition, and then the guards open only to agents and know them all, one by one, I assure you. Do not you open up anything but fire. " Gerard almost choked with coffee.
-And then, how are you going to open the elevator, providing you are able to overcome the monitoring? -. Gerard thought of the day before, as the Chief had opened the elevator. The paper.
-Yes, it takes the key card. And you still do not have it. They'll give you everything you need today-went Iero, sipping coffee.
-Well, "said Gerard, then, are here as a federal agent, and I scarrozza around with your car service? - Continued, skeptical. Iero was not in uniform. She wore a simple pair of jeans and a black shirt with light sleeves, all finished off with a pair of sneakers and a dark denim jacket.
-Be ', of course not! As you noticed, are in plain clothes. So, no car of the government. Let's go with my-she said, smiling. Gerard nodded.
-go then, you say? -. Gerard nodded again and stood up.
-See you later, Mikes. Pass a good day, "said waving her brother.
-Provided that those pests do not attack me in the chair, said the other, gloomily. Iero thought he was joking, but she was not so sure. Then
-hello ... Mike, see you, and thanks for the coffee-cheerfully greeted when he reached the door. Mikey said with a smile, and the two walked into the street.
Iero went solid steps toward an old red coupe, put the keys in the door and climbed up. Gerard sat in the passenger seat and rolled down the window.
-Fasten your belt, Officer, "said the little man with a smile. Gerard did as he had been ordered, and he smiled: it was strange to be calling agent, why he now had a different shade. Now he was a federal agent.
"Then, in the meantime could you tell me your name. The name, I mean. I'm not going to bring a stranger around all day, "continued the driver, with another smile.
-Oh yes, of course. Are
-Gerard-Gerard, nice name. Frank-I continued, "but we believe that during the service and only Way Iero. They are very strict about these things. " He sighed.
-E is sometimes a pain in the ass. Get Brian. The agent Schechter, I intend to turn sharply to right-Frank and Gerard was forced to stand, on-job is a great nuisance. E 'precise, meticulous. And it's also good that it is, because this work is not really a walk. But ... But it could be a bit 'less tax. Then if you take off from work, in another context, it is a fantastic person, really. E 'witty, intelligent, and great, seriously-
Gerard nodded, anxious to hold on to the door not to fly out the window.
So, Schechter was only a nuisance to work. It was a little 'hard to believe, really, but Frank-' s agent Iero seemed sure of what he said.
-Here we are! - Iero said happily parked the car in front of the station. They got together and, after closing the car, flanked Iero Gerard so fast that he even noticed it and nearly jumped. Almost.
"Then, go over a second-
-Go over what? - Asked Gerard.
-plan. What should we say, do and things like that. Do not tell me that I had not thought of? -. Gerard nodded. Of course we had thought we had thought indeed. He would go in there and would speak in private with his head in his office. Told him that he had accepted the proposal that the federal- he believed to be the FBI, and that he wrote in his resignation that same time. The agency said Iero.
-Be ', I suppose it can go. Please do not hint at the MCR, is a company-
-Super-secret. Yes, I know. Now let's go-Gerard interrupted, annoyed. The always annoyed when people repeat the obvious, or where it's said what he wanted to know.
Yes, perfect. And with me as you put it? Who am I, Way? - Asked the little, annoying Gerard even more.
-L 'agent Iero? - Said, of course.
-Wrong, Way agent. Today I'm just a friend, and I'm helping to take away your-stuff-
Oldman But if you saw yesterday! - Gerard said,-I do not think I do not recognize. " Iero smiled, a smile rather disturbing, to say the truth.
-First, yesterday I was in uniform and not today. I look like a pretty normal guy, dressed like that, and quell'Oldman will not be able to recognize me. Second-smiled again, more disturbing than before-if it were to ask questions, use your voice more convincing to say that I'm just a friend \u0026lt;i> \u0026lt;/ i>. And third, if it is necessary, I will speak. Although I think you will attend to yourself. " Gerard nodded, really not convinced, and went to Central, followed closely by his new colleague.
When they entered, all the department turned to look at them, but nobody said anything, and so they headed to the office of Oldman, disturbed only by prying eyes.
Gerard came in without even knocking, so the door was open, and when she was inside Iero also closed the door behind them. Oldman looked at them, and seemed quite frustrated at the lack of education of Gerard, and asked her what the hell he was doing in the office with so much delay.
Gerard and Frank sat-latter 'had wore dark glasses.
-I came to give my resignation, boss. I accepted the proposal of the federal-debuted Gerard-write as soon as I resign my office, and while my friend and I take all my things-
-Your friend? - Oldman seemed suspicious, - Certainly, I understand, smiled. Gerard thought he had a hunch, but if no sign of anything so there was no need to give more clues.
-I understand that the federal proposal was very attractive, but are you sure you do not want to stay? After all, you are a valid element, and even if you are a great nuisance, the department needs you-continued. Gerard shook his head.
-Thanks for the offer again, but it's time to move-
-Well, if that's what you want. Now go 'to take your things with your friend, and bring me his letter of resignation signed by half an hour, then I have to do. " Gerard nodded and stood up without another word, followed closely by Frank-l 'agent Iero. Together they headed to his office, and once inside Iero closed the door, to talk undisturbed.
-understood something, but at least it did not apply, "said emptying a box of blank pages and putting content on a shelf.
Yes, I told you that is not a fool-Iero. Gerard began to fill the box with his belongings, which had very little to tell the truth. Threw in the paperweight, some special pens, a stapler, staples and a couple of photos.
-all? - Asked Iero watching the box half empty.
-all. I do not like to take half home to work, "said Gerard looking around a bit to see if he had forgotten something. Iero looked again in the box and pulled out the photos. There were more than two, actually.
In one, was portrayed with his brother Gerard, Iero and surmised that it was not too long ago.
In another, the two Way happy smiling, embracing both an older woman looking very affectionate with her hair like blacks and Gerard with his own green eyes flecked with gold and brown, while the other hand, had more angular features of Mikey. The third photograph depicted
Gerard still with that woman, sitting under a porch of a nice house.
In the fourth-and-last photo, he saw Mr Iero smiling and hugging a boy with brown hair and the expression a little unpleasant.
-A friend of yours? - Asked instinctively putting the various photographs in the box. Gerard did not look back either.
-My ex-boyfriend
-Ah-. Iero looked at the photo one last time and then began to look at the room. There was nothing that spoke of Way in there. It was like a room full of cards and sterile, nothing more and nothing less. Any other policeman would have had a lot of pictures of loved ones, or any certificate attached to the walls, or pictures of the good old days when even played football. But nothing he had only those four pictures and nothing else. Weird, that Way.
Meanwhile, Gerard was sitting at his desk and he was typing something to the old computer. The other went up to him. Write-
resign? - Asked. Gerard nodded, struggling with the computer in order to hurry, but that gave it to him not won.
-It 's a very old model, "said Iero,-how do you work with that dinosaur? -. Rise.
-are computers that we have been provided, said Gerard,-why, you work with what model? -
-Be ', before we had laptops of Dell Computers, but now we have provided the handsets and the smaller just light produced by the Macintosh. I think it is the improved version of the MacMini, but it could be a whole new computer, I do not know. They are not even out on the market, not yet, "said Iero, laughing and shocked expression of the companion.
-You too have your own, in a moment. But now come on, we gotta go. " Gerard nodded, still shocked by the news that soon would have a super-computer of its own. Federal Those were really, really fantastic.
finished writing his letter of resignation and the press, then signed it and took it to his boss, who the counter (Oldman Gerard had the impression that he had not really want). They said goodbye with a handshake and a few formal words, but nothing more. After all, had not yet had time to become attached, and the farewell was not as painful as a result had been healthy when Gerard Parker. Better that way.
course, before leaving, he recommended \u0026lt;i> \u0026lt;/ i> Oldman not to tell anyone where he was and what would be his job, because the consequences were not exactly pleasant. Then along came
Gerard Iero agent, carrying only a half-empty box and do not feel any lack of central Newark. After all, it was really the best.
They went back in the car, and in twenty minutes were in front of the old building.
This time, Gerard noted that when the car had stopped at the gate his colleague had lowered the window and had filed into the intercom. A metallic voice had appeared shortly after, but Gerard could not understand what he said.
-What happened? - Then asked, intrigued.
-Oh, that. It was the retinal scanner, and the voice confirms that the scanner has been made and that those who have passed is actually an agent of the MCR, then the gate opens. But there are always guards, making sure that there are intruders, the agent explained Iero parked the car in front of the gate, going down and leaving the keys attached to the framework.
The lead-in parking, "said, noting the curious eyes of Gerard.
Again, entered the old building and moved to the second floor. They entered the room and headed safe behind the curtain, and inserted Iero his magnetic card into the slot, so that the doors opened before them. E-
the intercom that is it for? - Gerard asked, genuinely curious. The other smiled.
-That is for speech recognition in case of emergency, or if someone loses the card. But it is always used in an emergency because no one would dream of losing the key card, it said it would be like to be a federal agent. " In seconds they reached the operations center, Iero and Gerard drove to the offices. He did get one of those in the box and placed it on the desktop black.
-Well, things your system quickly, while I I'll get everything you'll need in here, "said smiling and leaving the office quickly. When he returned, Gerard had already emptied the box and left him in a corner.
Iero rested a few things on the desk, and a black suit with white shirt and leather shoes coordinates on one of the chairs black.
-So this is your key card. I recommend it, defend it at the cost of living, you must not lose it. Then this is your pager, it is always very helpful and we need to communicate. My number is already included in the book, together with that of Schechter, Toro and Bryar. So this here is a mini computer that speaks to you, you'll have time to play, now we have to do, "said Gerard had to turn on when the little white laptop.
-That's your uniform, the size should be exact. Do not ask how, they have given to me when I arrived, without making the measurements, and it was perfect. Now I'll take you to record your retina, then we should begin to see how well you do in the race type, resistance and struggle. And then we're done, but it will also over the day-
Iero smiled, happy. I wonder if he was always so when a new colleague, Gerard thought.
-Ah, you were assegnato alla nostra squadra. Intendo quella mia, di Schechter, Toro e Bryar- disse ancora.
Gerard sorrise.
-Sì, lo so-
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