violent suicide (crazy_me_haha) wrote, @ 2007-08-18 15:35:00

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Title: Unitled (as of now)
Author: crazy_me_haha
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: RYDEN DIRTY Brendon/OFC, Ryan/OFC, Gabe/OFC [more will be added]
Summary: For the past one and a half year, my life can be pretty much described in one word: hell.
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing this if it were real.
Author's Notes: Think Ocean's Eleven, except different. I'm still thinking which direction I'm going with this fic. And I'll still be working on the sequel of WGA..CA!



For the past one and a half year, my life can be pretty much described in one word: hell. I spent those eighteen months in jail but now, I’m getting released; my time is over.

So how did I end up in jail in the first place? Well, have you heard of The Dandies? No, they’re not some British music group or whatever. They’re actually a well-known mafia – yes, mafia – here in the city of Vegas; however, The Dandies has long been dead ever since day one of my stay in jail. Yeah, I was part of that mafia. I can’t even remember why I joined them. I know it’s wrong – hence, jail – and I just realized that after we robbed a highly trusted bank owned by Bert McCracken. Bert owed a huge amount of money to our leader, Gerard Way and that “son of a bitch” (as Gerard would call him) hasn’t paid him back yet. They were friends, but that was ignored when it came down to business. While Bert was tied and gagged to a chair, completely beaten up and helpless, Gerard didn’t hesitate pulling the trigger to Bert’s forehead.

After a second, Gerard ended his life there as well.

Fuck, blood was everywhere. I was so shocked, I forgot all about the money I was supposed to steal. Frank Iero, Jonathan Walker and I quickly left the scene of the crime before the cops could arrive. Eventually, they found and arrested us. Frank had to stay longer since he was also caught doing marijuana.

My biggest concern was my wife, Allyson Merteuil. I had never seen her felt so betrayed, angry and sad all at the same time. I’ve been living in a lie for the entire duration we were married. I have kept my association with The Dandies away from her. She’s a gullible woman and I used that to my advantage. I made her believe that I worked as the night guard in the city museum. It is almost true since our headquarters is like settled in the museum but completely hidden from the outsiders.

When the cops came over to our home, the secret was out and it was so hard to talk to her, even look at her in the eye. She frequently visited me in jail, but she never smiled. I always looked forward to her visits, even though I knew she hated me. One day, Ally came over for her usual visit, but this time, she had an envelope with her. She never brought anything so why the sudden change, right? I was holding on to a bunch of papers when I took out the contents and the moment I saw the headline on first page, I wanted to die so bad.

Ally wanted a divorce and wanted it now. All I had to do was sign and that’s it, divorce settled. I couldn’t bring myself to sign all pages, but fuck, I had no other choice. I haven’t seen her ever again after that day. I may have lied to her about half my life, but one thing I never lied and would never dream of lying to her was the fact that I loved her.

I still do and I will stop at nothing to get our lives back together and this time, no lies whatsoever.

When I stepped out of the metal doors, the first person I see – and the only person there – standing in front of his car at the parking lot, waiting for me was my childhood best friend, Ryan Ross, a very trustworthy and loyal guy and the only person who knows about my previous affiliation. He didn’t really care; I mean, he did care about my safety but he was still supportive. He knows deep down that I’m a good man and hell yes, that’s true. I just meshed with the wrong crowd in the wrong kind of business.

“Welcome back to Las Vegas, Brendon.”