Welcome To The Black Parade Gerard Way Novels & Stories

Unexpected turns when solving a case was usually something to be wary about, and no one was warier than Thaddeus Black. The journey towards the mansion with the limo had felt like a lengthy cruise of a boat which he was able to cut in half with his machine. He saw people walking the street, some of them stopped what they were doing to stare wide-eyed at his vehicle that looked so outrageously out of place in this quaint neighbourhood. Thad drove to a stop in front of the large gates of Loftus Garden and spoke through a security intercom whom he was there to see; a security camera gazed down at him. The gates eased open and he drove inside.

Farther down the hall I see doors, and it almost looks like a hotel. “Well this is the laundromat, and shower stalls for this park. Since we could not go to your place, and we can not go to my place I figured this place would give us some privacy. Jayce grabs my hand, and once again leads the way past the washers, past the couches, and down the hallway with the doors. Finally, he stops in front of the last door, opens it and ushers me in the room. For a moment I am engulfed in a pitch-black darkness. Jayce fixes that problem relatively quickly though, and a softer white light starts glowing in the room.

I rolled down the window, and a car brushed past ours. In that fleeting moment, I locked eyes with Timothy and Christopher, and their faces turned pale.

I don't listen, I just zoned out on everything. When the show finally comes to an end with everyone preparing to leave, I stand up as quickly as I can as I scurry backstage to have a word with Terrance. I pace the room, already hating the rich fuck for delaying my precious time. I should be in the office sorting through business contracts and even seeking more clients, not standing backstage in a fashion show. "Ah! Mr. Black." A familiar voice says. I turn around to see Terrance Clay approaching me with a woman clinging to his arm. She's pretty and I'm sure she's his wife or his mistress. It might be the latter.

A certain plane just landed on the grounds of Sydney and a man dressed in black stepped out. He wore dark clothes…even his aura was dark too. "Ahh! It's so good to be here" he sighed heavily, as if he was relieved. He wore his glasses to shade himself from the scorching sun. "It's good to see you Mr Morris, Australia must be lucky to be graced by your presence" his driver said as soon as he opened the car door for him.