Gerard Way & My Chemical Romance

The Ghost Of...my chem? Maaaaaaaaaan i am happy, like seriously lmao, i dont even have anything special to say here, im just gunna let you read :D Chapter 5 - Bob. Bob Bryar, what to say about him? The new kid in town, likeable, but scary also. No one knew what to think about him really, he looked intimidating, but he struck instant friendships with people. He came from Chicago to New Jersey a couple of weeks back. He was quite big built, soft blonde hair falling over one eye, a little facial hair and a lip ring. But if you were to ask the group of people who tagged along with him, they'd assure you he was the nicest thing since Poptarts. Bob didnt like his new school much, he was used to being quite high up in his old school and now he had to work into that again. But he had seen the highest group in this school and he didnt much like the look of them, so instead of crawling into that, he decided to make his own group. He talked to people in his classes, made friends with them. He was impossibly kind to then, to get them to love him. Now Bob wanted to be top of the school for different reasons to the bullies. He liked having friends who looked up to him and cherished him, he loved being loved. Whereas the bullies wanted popularity and the power to scare people. they werent giving that up without a fight. So when bob turned up and got himself a bigger group, they were not happy. Bob also thought of ways to bring the bullies down. He had watched them carefully since he had arrived and felt there was something strange about them. How all thier main victims seemed to die after a while. Bob himself had been getting a few death stares, but he was waiting patiently for them to start something so he could fight back. Today seemed to be that day. "Oi Bryar!" Troy shouted, Bob looked up and grinned, at last. He beckoned Pete and Will to follow him. "Sup?" He grinned as he reached the others. "You're a prick, you know that?" Troy glared. Bob laughed and crossed his arms. "Yeah, yeah i did, what's your point?" He asked casually. Troy flexed his muscles menacingly. "My point is that i dont like you trying to be better then us," He motioned to the others, "So i think you better buck up your ideas my friend" Bob grinned and stepped forwards a little, putting his hand on Troys shoulder. "Oh Troy, im already better then you, but its okay, ill let you in the group if you play nice" Bob sneered. Troy looked furious as he shoved out of Bobs' grip. "You are fucking asking for it Bryar, i dont care who's watching" He muttered, clearly bothered by the crowd around them. "You know what i dont understand about you people," Bob said, turning toward the crowd, "Is how blind you are. Cant you see a link in these deaths? How they are al prime victims of these bullies. Doesnt this tell you anything?" A low murmer went around the group. "Of course i havent forgotten about Ray Toro, the body found dead in his closet. Hung himself i heard, yeah thats right Troy. I heard your little arguement yesterday. Annoyed you didnt he, you dont like people annoying you, so you kill them off. I'd bet you a lot of money that someone will find me dead tomorrow. Troy can't handle these things too well." Bob finished with a smug grin. Troys face was a picture. Fury raged through him as the crowd discussed the evidense. "I dont know what you're talking about, so why dont you go home to Chicago little boy" Troy said through bared teeth. "Aww Troy, i would but then i wouldnt see your face everyday." Bob smiled, pinching Troys cheek. He got a punch for that, but he hardly felt it. He just laughed. "Cya later big boy" He winked, then walked off.     It was walking home from a local gig that night when they caught up to him. He was a little stoned and had a bit to drink so wasnt very familar with his surroundings. But he knew he was being followed. "Hey guys," He called our cheerfully, staggering a little, "Come to join the partay!?" "Shut up or this will be worse" A voice said, Bob looked around. "Troy? Thats not you. Aww you sent someone else to finish me, who is it? Rob? Jacob?-" "Shut up" The voice repeated. "Jacob! Such a nice suprise, so how do you plan to kill me tonight?" Bob asked, as if discussing the weather. He had stopped in the middle of the street, waiting. "I was thinking of just strangeling you, you know?" Jacob replied, edgeing closer. Bob nodded. "Nice, obviously this is gunna kill mum and dad, but they are hardly at home- ACH" Bob was cut off by Jacob jumping on his back and closing his hands around Bob's neck. Bob tried to allow oxygen to reach his lungs but couldnt. His breathing slowed and he saw sparkly things infront of his eyes. "Troy sends his love by the way" Jacob sneered, kicking Bob in the leg to make him sink to his knees. He kneeled over and smashed his head on the floor. Darkness was taking over him slowly, slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y