Spying.

2008-05-22T03:20:26Z

Hi Mom.

Stop spying. I know you're probably trying. Deal with me being different.

House Cleaning

2007-07-30T18:45:22Z

Helllloooo

This isn't pertinent to 90% of you all, but I've been meaning to do this for awhile.

If you are one of these four:
covermewithsins
karlibites
ladyoflight26
tracil

I don't know who you are, please either remove me from your f-list or leave a comment telling me why you felt the need to add me. I will most likely add you back, but I'm not in the habit of friending people who can't even bother to comment. Especially not you tracil, your account looks suspiciously like a troll. Trolls and I never agree.

Love,
Quill

PS
What happened to iluvcemetaries? After being kicked out of zomg, I have no idea. But I liked her.

50 Kinky Ways / Paranormal 25 / WTF27

2007-06-20T19:56:20Z

Some entries contain links to both the community and my journal because the community is locked.50kinkyways Prompt Table
Claim: Frank Iero/Ray Toro

1.	Rituals	2.	Cross-Dressing	3.	Spanking	4.	Biting	5.	Oil
6.	Restraints	7.	Non-Con	8.	Leather	9.	Ice	10.	Candle Wax
11.	Medical play	12.	Fear Play	13.	Blood Play	14.	Breath Play	15.	Food Play
16.	Vibrators	17.	Anal Plugs	18.	Whips/Paddles	19.	Handcuffs	20.	Standing in Corner
21.	Spreader Bars	22.	Blindfold	23.	Phone / Voice Sex	24.	Dildos	25.	Orgy
26.	Serving	27.	Tattooing	28.	Dominant	29.	Submissive	30.	Exhibitionist
31.	Voyeur	32.	Branding	33.	Age Play	34.	Cock Rings	35.	Ball Gags
36.	Wan king	37.	Shaving	38.	Clamps	39.	Collars	40.	Virgins
41.	Locked up	42.	More-some	43.	Outdoor sex	44.	Piercing	45.	Role Play
46.	Writer's Choice	47.	Writer's Choice	48.	Writer's Choice	49.	Writer's Choice	50.	Writer's Choice

paranormal25 Prompt Table
Fandom: My Chemical Romance (plus others)

1.	Séance	2.	Ouija Board	3.	Mothman	4.	Incubus/ Succubus	5.	Exorcism
6.	Possession	7.	Haunting	8.	Necromancer	9.	Crisis Apparition	10.	Phantom Hitchhiker
11.	Radiant Boys	12.	Hell	13.	Medium	14.	Automatic Writing	15.	Doppelganger
16.	Amulet	17.	Amityville	18.	EVP/DVP/RVP	19.	Famous Haunted Location	20.	Retrocognition
21.	Cemetery/ Mausoleum	22.	Near-Death Experience	23.	Writer's Choice	24.	Writer's Choice	25.	Writer's Choice

wtf27 Prompt Table
Fandom: My Chemical Romance

01.	Genderswap	02.	Transformation (animals)	03.	Transformation (inanimate)
04.	Wings	05.	Tentacles!	06.	M-preg
07.	High School AU	08.	Apocalypse Now	09.	Supernatural (creatures)
10.	Supernatural (powers)	11.	Fantasy AU (traditional)	12.	Fantasy AU (urban)
13.	Fuck or Die	14.	Pornstars	15.	Hookers
16.	You see, I woke up gay	17.	Trading Places	18.	Forced Union
19.	Timeshift	20.	Aliens	21.	Doppleganger
22.	Twins/Non-canon Siblings	23.	Out of Time	24.	Slaves
25.	Media Crossover	26.	Spies and Agents	27.	OMG we forgot ____

Don't Panic, It Will All Be Over Soon: Chapter 4

2006-10-10T04:24:05Z

Title: Don't Panic, It Will All Be Over Soon
Author: sanguinequill
Rating: R
Pairing(s): NONE (le gasp!)
Dedication: Anyone who's read it. But especially those who reviewed the past chapters. *ether cookies to all*
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the band My Chemical Romance, or Alkaline Trio, who will make a cameo in later chapters. I mean no harm in my portrayals of these fine men. And while I may share a name with the female character, she is in no way, shape or form intentionally similiar to me.
Summary: She's been kidnapped, left in the dark, with no idea as to what's going to happen to her. What would you do to save yourself?

Ok, I know it's not slash, and the summary seems a bit iffy. But please, at least give it a glance...

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Hours later, they drove into a city on the outskirts of Sandusky, Ohio. They hadn’t stopped; the guys had decided it was too risky. Yesterday’s robberies were all over the news, and people would know Katie’s face. Instead, they snacked on chips and Coke, while listening to an assortment of old metal and punk rock that Mikey kept putting into the stereo, with occasional input from the other three. Katie remained silent, only knowing half the bands they played, and recognizing even less of the music. She dozed off for a bit, leaning slightly on Ray’s shoulder. He looked down at her head resting on him, and over at Gerard who was smirking at him.

“I want you to go in with her this time. She’s going to try something, I know it. But she’s starting to trust you.”

Ray nodded slightly. “I’ll be on guard.”

They pulled to a stop in a drugstore parking lot, a grass strip separating it from the banks. Ray nudged Katie, waking her from her light slumber.

“We’re here. Ready?”

She rubbed her eyes, “Do I really have to answer that?”

Frank laughed from the driver’s seat, his comment lost when she slid out of the door and it was shut behind her. Ray held out his hand, Mikey was already crossing the grass and entering the building, and Gerard was standing behind him. Katie took his hand, and he laced his fingers with hers.

“Come on,” He said, taking a step after Mikey, tugging gently on her arm. She hesitated for a moment, until Gerard bumped her shoulder.

“Remember Katie, one more screw up and you’re dead.” He said quietly, smirking and turning to the left, taking a longer route to the building’s entrance.

She set her shoulders, and straightened her back determinedly, then followed Ray’s steps towards the brick and glass building.

***

They stepped through the glass doors, into the cool interior of the National City Bank from the bright, surprisingly warm day outside. Ray held the door open for Katie, and then took her hand in his again. She looked around the small room, Mikey was already inside; he looked up when they entered from the papers he was writing on and gave Katie a knowing smirk. They stepped into the single line behind an old couple and a teenage girl. She was blonde, on the shorter side, but had a pair of heels on that made her a few inches taller than Katie. When they stepped behind her, she turned her head and smiled at them, while eyeing Ray up. For whatever reason, Ray felt the need to squeeze her hand and pull Katie closer to his body, all while smiling at the blonde. She returned it with a seductive smirk, before turning back and flipping her hair over her shoulder. Katie stared at her back, not looking anywhere but at the lines of her bra showing through the pale blue shirt she wore.

The elderly couple was walking out the door, and the girl had moved to the next, closed, teller and was fidgeting with her purse and glancing at Ray, when Katie slid the note across the counter. She shifted nervously as the woman read it, and gave the teller a pitiful look in response to the horrified glance she gave Ray and Katie. The woman crouched under the counter to grab a bag and Ray leaned forward.

“Don’t touch that alarm.”

The woman stood up and Ray lifted the edge of his sweatshirt, revealing his handgun. Her face paled and she nodded stiffly before beginning to fill the bag. Ray let go of the cloth, but the edge caught slightly on the grip of the gun. He didn’t notice, but Katie couldn’t keep her eyes off of it, neither could the teller.

The woman was almost done when the blonde girl turned to leave and the strap of her purse snapped. Ray smiled and released Katie’s hand to help the girl pick up her scattered make-up.

The gun was there, right within Katie’s newly freed reach. All she had to do was grab it, and she could get out of the mess. Mikey was walking out of the door and there was no one else in the small room besides a clueless man behind them in a beanie and sunglasses. His hand was stuffed in his pants pocket, the other gripping a cup of coffee from the café next door. His suit jacket puffed out oddly, and he appeared to be watching the girl and Ray from behind his dark glasses with amusement.

So Katie did it, she grabbed the gun and clicked the hammer back, aiming it at Ray. The blonde froze, noticing it before him, and he turned when he saw her expression.

“Stand up.” Katie said, with a firmness that was betrayed by her shaking hands.

Ray did so slowly, his face calm as he looked her directly in the eyes. The woman behind the counter had finished loading the money, and stepped back from them.

“Push the alarm, please.” Katie said, glancing at her.

She nodded, and pressed a button under the counter.

“Now run,” She said, “Just run.”

The woman began to turn and leave when a shot hit the wall next to her head. She shrieked, and dropped to the floor.

“Katie, drop the gun.”

The man behind her had dropped his empty coffee cup, and was aiming his gun at her. He pulled the sunglasses and hat off. It was Gerard. Katie completely forgot about him. She gave him a horrified look, and her arms started to lower, but then she stopped.

“No.” Her voice wavered slightly and she raised the gun back up, level with Ray’s torso. “If you shoot her, either of them, I’ll kill Ray.”

“What if I just kill you now?” His gun was now aimed at her head.

“You won’t,” She said with a surprising amount of sincerity. He raised an eyebrow. “I know that would be too quick of a death to satisfy you.”

His gun clicked, loaded. She felt a tear escape her eye, and she moved her finger tighter on the trigger.

“Katie, give me the gun.” Ray said in a calm voice. Her gaze returned to him, and her grip tightened again.

“Just give it to me, and no one will get hurt. You’ll grab the bag, and we’ll get out of here.” Ray held his hand out to her, palm up.

Katie let the gun slip slightly in her hands. She couldn’t kill Ray. If it was any of the other, she could. But Ray had been kind to her; he’d at least acted like he cared. She felt the tears begin to fall faster, and let the weapon go; dropping it into Ray’s waiting hand.

Gerard still hand his gun trained on Katie. “Grab the bag, and you two get out of here. We’ve got to go now.”

Ray nodded, un-cocking his gun and turning on the safety before grabbing the bag and shoving it into Katie’s arms. She wasn’t paying attention to anything around her, the only sounds she could here were the sobs from the girl on the floor and the teller as Ray half drug her from the building.

They were starting through the second glass door when she heard a loud gunshot behind them and a scream. She shrieked, and tried to turn, but they were out of the door, and she couldn’t see because of the sun’s glare off the glass. They could hear sirens as Ray forced her to run back to the SUV, Frank had started it and the door was open. Gerard came barreling out of the building and grabbed her other arm, much like the day before, helping Ray force he across the grass and into the vehicle. Ray pushed her in and Mikey grabbed her flailing body. Ray slammed his door shut as Gerard threw himself into the passenger seat.

“Move Frank!” He shouted, right as Frank slammed on the gas and they peeled out of the parking lot. Behind them, three cop cars rounded the corner and began to chase them.

“You fucking killed her!” Katie screamed, kicking at Gerard’s seat. “I dropped the gun, I fucking gave in, and yet you killed her, you sick bastard.”

Gerard remained silent, making her growl in frustration and try to throw herself at him, though Ray and Mike still had secure holds on her arms.

“I hate you! All of you, you’re fucking heartless murderers.” She screamed out the last words, still trying to wrestle out of their grasp.

Ray let go of her arm and raised a hand, slapping her across the face. She gasped, and stopped moving, her free hand flying up to cover her face. Mikey hesitantly let go at Ray’s command, but she didn’t start up again. The car was silent, except for her crying and the distant sound of sirens.

“I think we’ve almost lost them.” Frank said a few minutes later. “”But we need to lose this car.”

Ray fished around in his pocket for a cell phone. “I’ll call Bob, see if he knows anyone here who will give us a hand.”

Katie only half listened to Ray while he called and made arrangements to pick up another vehicle in the next town, twenty minutes away. He flipped the phone shut and shoved it back into his pants.

“Bob says hey.” He said, “We’re to stop at Mike’s Used Cars on this road, in twenty minutes. He’ll have a car waiting, but we’re going to have to get rid of this one on our own. He also said we need to go to Chicago. Matt wants to meet with us.”

Mikey looked over at him, blinking owlishly behind his glasses. “Matt? As in his boss, Matt Skiba?”

Ray nodded solemnly and Mikey whistled.

Katie had long since stopped crying by the time they stopped at the dealership. Gerard spoke to a tall, thin man in a dingy business suit with a pointed noise. He gave him the keys to a small green four-door car. He finished talking to the man, and opened Mikey’s door.

“Mikey, you and I are going to take the new car. Frank, you and Ray drive ahead of us. Mike,” He jerked his head backwards, indicating the man he spoke to, “has suggested we dump this on a side road, in the fields. It will take longer for them to figure out what direction we are headed.”

“What are we going to do with Katie?” Frank asked. It irritated her slightly that he was speaking of her in the 3rd person.

Gerard paused for a moment. “She comes with Mike and I.”

Mikey grabbed her arm again, and pulled her out after him. She stumbled slightly, running into his shoulder, before righting herself.

They quickly walked over to the significantly smaller car. She turned slightly to watch as the black SUV left the small lot. Mikey opened the back door.

“Get in.” He ordered, his gaze never leaving her as she did so. Once she was in, he leaned in after her, reaching down towards her legs. She sucked a breath in through her teeth, and froze. Mikey chuckled lowly, but not in a threatening tone.

“Relax. I’m just going to lock you to this.” He hooked the rope, which Gerard handed him, to her shackle, then locked the other end to the seat frame below her. Once finished, he shut the door and slid into the driver’s seat. Gerard had already taken the passenger’s side.

“We ready?” Gerard asked, handing Mikey the keys.

In response, Mikey shoved the key into the ignition and started the car. They drove in silence, Katie moodily staring at the back of Gerard’s head.

They were turning onto a small side road, following Frank and Ray, when the silence was finally broken.

“Sugar, looks can’t kill. No matter how badly you want them to.” Gerard turned his head to look at her.

If he was expecting Katie to be surprised, he was sorely disappointed. Katie’s expression remained the same.

“That’s a shame. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something as badly as I want you dead right now. All of you. And you wouldn’t believe the hell I’ve already gone through.”

Gerard’s face broke into a smug grin, “Even Ray?”

Katie looked surprised, but continued to glare. “Even Ray.”

There was silence again as they continued to drive.

“Mikey, pull over.” Gerard said suddenly.

Mikey looked at his partner, then at the SUV that was still driving down the road, but pulled over anyway. Gerard got out and unlocked Katie’s leg. He pulled her out of the car. Mikey was out too, leaning on the side of the driver’s door.

Gerard pulled his gun out of its holster and threw it to the ground, at Katie’s feet.

“Pick it up.” Katie hesitantly bent down to grab the weapon, not sure what was going on.

“Now shoot me. If you want me dead that badly, then just do it. My brother won’t stop you. If you’re really that determined, I’m sure you could kill him too.”

Katie shakily raised the gun, much like before when it was Ray at the other end. Her finger moved to the trigger, but she couldn’t do it. Katie knew what hatred felt like, what it could make her do, but this wasn’t that kind of hate. Yes, she hated him, them, but it was not the hatred she was familiar with. Not the kind that could make her kill.

When Katie didn’t shoot him, Gerard stepped forward, and gently took the gun from her hands.

“I knew you couldn’t.” Mikey said, getting back into the car.

Katie started to cry again, tears silently running down her cheeks, and she fell to her knees.

“Please, just kill me now. If you’re not going to let me go, kill me.”

Gerard studied her face for a moment, his own features passive, and raised the gun slowly to her head. He stopped a few inches from her forehead and she closed her eyes. Behind her, Frank and Ray pulled up and she heard the engine shut off and two doors open.

“Gerard?” Frank’s voice asked.

He must have made a motion, because there was no more movement. She heard the click of the gun loading and tensed, waiting for the bang.

But it never came. She felt an explosion of air on her forehead, and opened her eyes. Gerard was putting the gun back under his coat.

“You didn’t really think I’d give you a loaded gun, did you Katie?” He smirked at her, and at that moment, he looked so perfect and so menacing, she wished he had killed her.

“Come on. This is as good a place to get rid of this as any other.” He said to the other two.

Katie sat there, on her knees, while they moved bags from one vehicle to the trunk of the other.

“Everything out of there?” She heard Frank ask Ray, Gerard had already returned to the car. Ray nodded and Frank came over to Katie, squatting next to her.

“Come on sweetie. Let’s get out of this place and to a nice hotel.” He said, gently pulling her up and tucking her under his arm.

“Easy for you to say.” She rubbed the tears off her cheeks. “You weren’t just convinced you were about to die.”

Frank chuckled and rubbed her shoulder. He opened the door, and she climbed in of her own accord, taking her seat next to Ray once more. Frank sat next to her, and pulled a small black box from his pocket.

“Let’s move away from it some more Mikey. Then I’ll do it.” He said, flipping the top on the box and revealing a small red button.

Mikey started the car, driving the way there were originally headed, and once they were about 1000 yards from the SUV, Frank pressed the button. Behind them, there was a large explosion, and Katie turned to see the former black car a burning pile of rubbish.

“How many explosives were in that?” She asked incredulously, turning wide-eyed to look at Frank.

He grinned, “Only ten. I wanted 15, but Ray didn’t think it would be very safe to drive around with those five attached to the axel.”

“Shit,” She breathed, paling slightly at the thought of riding around obliviously in a deadly, explosive car before lapsing back into thought.

A few moments passed, and then she looked at Gerard, then Mikey, before looking back at Gerard.

“Wait a second. You’re brothers?”

“Yes,” Mikey said, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “And your point is?”

“It’s just weird. You don’t look like brothers.”

“Well, they are. Always have been, always will be.” Frank grinned at her.

Katie snorted, but smiled back at Frank. ‘God, they’re making me bi-polar.’ She thought to herself. ‘I should not be smiling when they could kill me any second.’

“Just let me ask one more thing.” She raised an eyebrow at Frank, and when no one made a protest, she continued. “If any of you are… involved with each other, tell me now. Please. Or I may just have a minor heart attack if I find out later.”

Frank burst into laughter at her completely serious face, and hit Ray, “She figured us out dude! Obviously we haven’t perfected keeping secrets.” Ray blushed slightly at Frank’s implications.

“Right, I’ve found it so hard to keep my hands off of your sexy ass.” Ray replied in a completely monotone voice, and rolled his eyes.

“Frank!” Gerard protested in a falsetto voice, “You’re cheating on me!”

Katie giggled, as the three men started arguing over fake relationships.

“You know, this is all your fault.” Ray said in her ear, so as not to be heard by Frank and Gerard, who were now arguing over who was gayer. “If you hadn’t asked, we’d still be sitting in awkward silence.”

“That’s a bad thing how?” Ray just shrugged. “But honestly, Frank has to be gay. Or bisexual. Or something. There is no way a straight man carries mousse around in his suitcase. And whoever bought the clothes you’ve been putting me in has very good fashion sense.”

Ray laughed, hard, at her rational. “Ok, ok. I get it. But Gerard’s the one who bought the clothes.”

Katie nodded wisely, “Then he must be in denial, and they are arguing because they really want to fuck each other.”

Frank caught the end of her sentence, “How do you come to this conclusion? I’m offended, I would never want to touch him, he’s dirty. Ow!”

Gerard hit Frank’s head, “Please, continue.”

Katie grinned, and patted Frank’s head, “I work on Broadway. I have an amazingly fine-tuned gaydar. Fear its power.”

“Right… Whatever you say dear.” Gerard turned back and looked over at his brother. “Mikey, you’ve been really quiet. Not going to defend your brother?”

Mikey glanced over at him, “Gee, if you turn out to be gay, I’ll be the first to say ‘I told you so.’ I’ve known you far too long to defend you.”

And so their journey continued, as the miles between them and Chicago grew fewer and fewer with each passing moment.

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A/N: Just a quick note, this is a very fast update, and anyone who's read it on Fandom will notice that this is chapter 9. I want to have normal sized updates on LJ, sorry dears that they aren't terribly long, but I wrote it with specific breaks for specific reasons.

Now please review? With sugar on top?

xo
Quill

Only Mildly Obsessed

Spying.

House Cleaning

50 Kinky Ways / Paranormal 25 / WTF27

Don't Panic, It Will All Be Over Soon: Chapter 4