Novel & Cerita Gerard Way Death

Where did he pass? My mind refused to understand. “I'm sorry," he said softly. “He died from a heart attack at the Golden Eagle Pack, where he had gone for the summit." No. I shook my head before he even finished. “No." The word escaped me in a whisper. “That isn't... no." It did not make sense. Alpha Gerard was strong. He was not someone who would just die.

He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly on the concrete floor. He walked over to the metal table beside him and lifted a lid. I glimpsed something underneath. Flesh-colored. Motionless. My breath caught in my throat. Gerald didn’t look at the object. He looked at me. “You asked me why I mentioned corpses,” he said. “This is why. People think death is the worst thing that can happen to them. It isn’t.” He slammed the lid shut. “Being erased, yes.” I forced myself not to look away. “If all this is about Richard,” I said, my voice more confident than before, “then know that he won’t stop. Threatening me won’t stop him.” “

Baxter asked curiously. “Whose funeral?” I asked, shocked to the bone marrow. “Didn’t you know he died ten months ago?” Baxter asked. My heart was beating hard. “You mean the same Gerald… the biker. The one who…” I was saying. “There is only one Gerald among us, brother,” Baxter cut in. “He died in a road accident. You know how he was always in a haste when he was on his bike. Yes, he died mainly because he over-sped. He was trying to overtake a van and then it went sideways.”

I asked softly. "It was a burner, and it's untraceable." He pulled the blanket tighter. "That's it. That's all we're going to get from it." I couldn't help the hollow feeling that took over me as I watched the door closing on the only lead we had on whatever happened to Gerald the night he died. "Elgin—" "He's gone, chérie." His voice cracked slightly on the last word, and he pressed his lips together and looked at the television. "And I can't even find out why."

“The news of Charlotte Dean’s death is everywhere now. It’s spreading fast. Social media, television, blogs… people are already accepting it as fact.” He paused briefly before continuing. “After what happened at the wedding… the ashes… it’s become a confirmed story to the public.” Gerald didn’t react immediately. He simply stared at Danny, his expression slowly hardening. “Is there any need to continue with this investigation?” Danny asked carefully. “I mean… if she’s already gone…” “And who said she’s dead?” Gerald snapped instantly. Danny blinked, startled by the sharpness of the response. “Sir… her ashes were presented publicly,” Danny said, trying to explain. “At the wedding organized by

Gerald clapped his hand loudly and spoke, "Who is it that you're looking for? I have information on both past and present subjects. I could do you a favor and search for your old friend." I smirked. "Wonderful. His name is Walter. He had helped me once and I'd like to repay that kindness. Please do find him for me." Gerald choked on hus water, his eyes wide like he had just heard something incredulous. "W-Walter?" "Yes." I said pinning my gaze on him. "When we last spoke, he said something about being in danger. I wonder if he's fine." Gerald chuckled awkwardly. "I remember him! He was a good subject, but unfortunately, he died."

After obtaining the formula, Griffin monopolized 70% of it, leaving only 30% for Gerard. Why was Gerard killed first? It was clear that Gerard was puzzled and felt wronged. "Does it really matter who goes first?" Woody said coldly. Then, his gaze fixed on Griffin. "I know I was wrong. Mr. Schubert Senior, please say something. I don't want to die!" Griffin was terrified and almost peed his pants; he hurriedly shouted for mercy. "Make him stop, I'll give you all my money as an apology. "You can't just stand by and watch me die without doing anything!"

Then even that pain faded into numbness. 'Mission failed. Extermination will initiate soon.' I was not surprised to hear the notification from the system. As waves of cheers and congratulations echoed through the air, I walked over to the lake hidden in the back garden. Then, without hesitation, I jumped. I would rather end my life than wait to die in agony as the system wipes me out. Icy water surrounded me, rushing into my nose. My mind drifted, and it felt like I could see my original parents. 'I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I won't be able to take care of you in your old age…'

Putting a tight clamp on his emotions, he managed to force out the next words. " How did he die?" " Felix heard him cough so much but by the time we would arrive there, he was already limp and bleeding through his mouth." They supplied. Gerald clenched his hands. " Did anyone see him after I left?" He asked. " None that I know of..." They quickly said. Gerald narrowed his eyes. Something about that didn't sound right but he didn't push on. " Okay. Since you said he's dead and buried, can you at least exhume his body?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THREE DAYS LATER~~~~~~ Gerard sighed for the twentieth time that day. He had just returned from the doctor and found out he was terminally ill. The treatment cost was a mountain too high to climb, and to make matters worse, his company had gone bankrupt and closed its doors forever. Everything he had built was crumbling, and time was no longer on his side. He stared down at his wristwatch. The hands ticked mercilessly, reminding him that it was already time for his hospital appointment. His body felt heavy as he stood, each step dragged by the weight of despair.