The Heart Of Paramour Mansion

Chapter One: Helena "So Long And Goodnight"

PART ONE

Helena Layne was an exceptional young lady from a prestigious family. She was also a very good liar, and had resolved at a young age to hide all of this from outsiders. Only the four members of the group she had banded together knew about her personal life, and she was pleased to keep it this way. Because of her soft upbringing, when she moved to Monroeville three years earlier, she was unprepared for the rough streets and eerie nights and fell into a steep path of depression that Jenny Irmine, a young friend, was eventually able to pull her out of. After that day she decided to leave behind the name Helena and go by Halo, after one of her favorite songs by the late My Chemical Romance.

Johnny Irmine was the oldest, though you never would have guessed, for he partook in a great deal of jokes played on anyone who was unlucky enough to cross paths with him and Jenny, his sister. His past was a bit dark and shaded, though his future seemed promising as long as he stayed on the right track.

The youngest of the four friends was Jenny, Johnny's sister, age 14, with silky copper hair and a never-ending laugh. Her friends, needing a change from Helena's sarcasm and Johnny's rough personality, enjoyed her jokes and enthusiasm on everything from math to mischief.

Often listed last, and thoroughly fine with the fact, was Raymond Terran, who never, ever went by Ray. He was a deep and thoughtful sort of person who could speak to you for hours on any topic, no matter how boring.

The day that they entered Paramour Mansion marked their three year anniversary as friends, and also marked the day that they would find their true identities.

PART TWO: I Never Told You What I Do For A Living "And We All Fall Down"

It was a cold day in November. The cold air made you want to just hide indoors and it also made you feel like you were going to freeze to death if you stepped outside. But sadly, work had to be done that day...well, recording anyway. An enormous mansion was the recording studio and at first glance at it you would get the chills from its unnerving aura. It was an old 19th century mansion that looked like it came right out of a Dracula movie. It was a dark grey although you could barely tell since there were leafy vines growing all over the building. The windows were clean, a good sign that showed some life inhabited the mansion. There was a gate at the end of the mansion's long driveway and it looked slightly intimidating.

A van pulled up to the gate and a man poked his head out of the window and announced confidently into a speaker that was right beside the gate, "Hi this is Gerard Way I believe you've been expecting me and my band."

"Oh Mr. Way, yes we've been expecting you." Giggled another man's voice.

"Umm, can you open the gate so that we can come in?" Gerard asked, confused by the giggling on the other end of the line.

 "Sorry sir, sorry yes please come in." Said the other man.

The gate suddenly opened and Gerard began to slowly drive in. In the back seat of the car sat four other men. These men were drinking wine from beautiful glasses that seemed a bit out of place in the otherwise messy van.

 "Guys quit drinking the wine or so help me!" Bleach-blond-haired Gerard said looking back at the other men.

"Oh c'mon Gerard can't you just let go for once?" asked a man with brown hair pushed back into a beanie that crept down over his brown eyes.

 "I did once Mikey and I got really drunk and it didn't end well." Gerard said quietly as the others rolled their eyes.

 "Don't even try reasoning with him, Mikey." A man with slicked-back black hair said loudly.

 "I won't Frank." Mikey muttered as they finally approached the house. As soon as the van stopped all of the guys ran out of it and stretched.

"Jesus Christ my back hurts." Said a man with a lip piercing and ginger hair styled to one side.

 "I'll karate chop it for you. " said Frank, trying to look tough despite his short stature.

"Stay away from me with your evil hands, shortie." Said the ginger. 

"C'mon Bobby my hands aren't that evil." Joked Frank, "You know how much you want them on y-"

 "Can you guys just shut up!" Snapped Gerard.  They all held up their hands in defense except for Mikey. 

"Listen to Gerard or he'll probably kill you, then me then you again." Mikey whispered. 

"Quit it." Gerard growled at his little brother.

 "Fine." Mikey rolled his eyes and walked away but not even three minutes later a scream left his mouth.

 All of the guys ran around to see Mikey sitting on the ground breathing heavily. Near him was an older man with long white hair tied back into a ponytail. He was dressed in a black suit and looked intimidating at first glance so it was understandable why Mikey screamed. 

"I- I'm sorry you j-just started m-me." The youngest band member stammered, continuing to breathe heavily. 

"Damn kids, it's fine." Said the old man gruffly, running a hand across his pale hair. 

"Sorry that Mikey screamed. He's just tired and he's been reading a lot of Stephen King lately." Gerard lied.

Mikey looked at Gerard in a What? kind of way. Gerard just looked at Mikey in a just-go-with-it kind of way.  "Um, yea I'm just on edge right now." Mikey said in a scared kind of tone, shifting uncomfortably in an effort to hide the knife peeking out of the pocket of his windbreaker.

  "Do you know where the recording studio is?" Frank piped up. 

"In the building right there." The man said pointing towards the mansion. Frank was silent as he gave an oh-shit look at the building. 

Gerard stepped forward and lightly shook the man's hand.  "I'm Gerard and this is my band My Chemical Romance." He said pointing towards the guys and Mikey who was still on the ground.

 "I'm Dr. Death, the janitor and butler." The aged man said, smiling sadly.

 "Oh and we're here to see Mr. Tibet about recording here." Mikey said picking himself off the ground and dusting off his grey skinny jeans.

 "Ah so you're the band that Master Tibet wanted to see!" Dr. Death said with a beam of wicked joy in his eyes. 

"I think so." Gerard said unsure of the man's name.

 "Well go right into the door there and Mr. Tibet's office is just around the corner. My assistant Show  Pony here will show you the way." Dr. Death pointed to a lithe man wearing roller skates and polka-dotted tights who had remained silent for the length of the conversation, nodding to whatever heavy metal music blared into his ears. 

 "Thanks." said Gerard as the five band members raced after Pony towards the studio.

 "No, thank you." Dr. Death giggled quietly