"Thank You For The Venom" (My Chemical Romance FanFic) - Chapter 2

Ok. So, this fanfic is not mine. It's a fic I found a few years ago (like five or four years ago) in Quizilla® -I mean, back when Quizilla was quizilla.com and not .teenick.com-. It was written by user AuroraMist, who took it down, and I don't know why.

She wrote a lot of amazing fan fictions; she's a hell of a writer. But this is definitely my favourite from her, and it is for sure the best My Chemical Romance fan fiction I've ever read. And I've read quite a few. So, I thought I'd share it -again- with the World. Cuz it's awesome, and it deserves to be read.

2

I never did follow up on helping Frank. My schedule was too hectic for me and tutoring someone else would just be too much anyway - plus I never really knew if he was serious. He struck me as someone who didn't really care about school work and therefore wouldn't need the tuition.

My basketball team did end up wining the State Finals so I ended up pleasing my bitch of a coach, my mother, my father and most of my teachers at least by the time I had graduated. When I graduated I must have been looking for more punishment because I straight away enrolled into another school. At least this time it was all the way in another Sate, away from the pressures of my parents - they were never thrilled with me going to acting school, in fact Dad had a fit.

So to please him I joined a professional female basketball team, aswell as studying at my acting school. By the time I was twenty three I had participated in one Commonwealth Games and almost made it to the Olympics in 2004. Hoping 3 Commonwealth Games medals would enough please Dad, I quit my basketball team and for a whole year have not played a single, getting a job as a small role on a daily soap opera.

My character had not appeared for a while so I was out of work as an actress and had moved back to New Jersey from Manhattan into a new apartment and into a job at the bookstore on the corner of my block.

"Mind if I leave Lance?" I called, setting the last of the new stock on a table at the front. Lance was the owner of the bookstore and the only regular worker besides me. He'd inherited the store from a dead great uncle - or something like that.

"Yeah sure, Carrie. See ya next Monday."

"Yeah, have a good weekend Lance."

He waved me away and I kissed him on the cheek before pulling on my coat and walking into the wind. If anyone ever tells you it's always sunny in New Jersey don't believe them; they're liars. It was winter at the moment and I didn't feel like venturing outside the warmth of my bed it was so cold.

Swearing more curse words than a single person should know, I dodged people and rain as I fought to keep my walking space under the shade of the buildings. I only had about sixty five meters to walk but hell I wanted to make the journey dryly.

"Fuck, fuck, oh shit, cold, cold, cold! Fuck, fuck, mother fucking slut, move. People move. Fuck you, you stupid whore," came the flow out of my mouth. "What the fuck is taking so long? Just put one foot in front of the other and fucking walk. Fuck lady, move out of my fucking way before I fucking move you."

Since I was mumbling my complaints not many people took much notice but a few did and none of them looked happy.

"Don't fucking look at me like that or I'll fucking give you something to glare at. Thank you, now I don't have to look at your fucking ugly - oh, cold, cold, cold! Who the fuck pushed me out into the fucking rain? I should fucking kill the lot of you.... no I shouldn't. Too cold. Just fucking want to sleep if you fucking snails would just hurry the fuck up and move. Yeah, you heard me. Fine turn away, believe me you're not a pretty sight anyway."

Finally I made it to my apartment block and dashed inside. The stairs groaned underneath me as I made my way up them.

"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm fat," I mumbled even though my last weigh in had totaled 112 lbs. "Just hold me up one more step ... there, thank you very much." I turned and bowed to the flight of stairs which’s wood gleamed innocently at me. As I walked past the elevator, I glared at it. "You're evil too; if you weren't broken I wouldn't have to climb the stairs."

"Home sweet home," I murmured as I turned my key in my apartment door lock. The door swung open and I stepped inside, "Not."

I threw down my keys and surveyed my dump of an apartment. Oh well, it's not like I had anyone to impress. My last place was much better but at the time I had had an actress's pay check.

I practically jumped at the answering machine when the blinking red number displayed to me that I had four messages.

'You have four messages.

Message 1, 10:15 a.m.

Hi Carrie Winters. We've looked at your portfolio here at Channel 10 Studios and I'm sorry you're not what we're looking for. Greg Simons will keep your number and if anything comes up you'll be notified. Thanks.

End of message 1-'

"Deleted," I mumbled, pressing down on the button.

'You have three messages.

Message 1, 12:00 p.m.

Hello Miss Winters -'

"Hello Mr. Answering-Machine-Man."

'- this is Steve Boardman from 'New Jersey Modeling Academy' and I've just taken a look at your portfolio. We have decided that we like your work and we would like to speak to you in a few days' time over employment. In the mean time can you please send in your acting details and make it to Lot 312 on Somerson Drive for a commercial audition? Headshots will be required. If you have any questions, please contact me at 9123 6187. Um, I think that's it. Bye!

End of message 1'-

"Hm, I think I'll keep you," I murmured while in my head I was shouting 'YES! WORK, FINALLY!'

'Message 2, 2:15 p.m.

Hello Carrie. It's your mother here -' Well duh, Mom '- and I'm just calling to see how you've settled down in your new apartment. Your father and I are hosting a dinner party in two weeks' time. We'd like you to come and bring a date. Danny or what ever his name was-' Nope, dumped him last year Mom '- Please call me back and we can talk properly. 'Til then, we send our love!

End of message 2-'

"Yeah, yeah, I'll call you tomorrow."

'Message 3, 5:03 p.m.

Hey Carrie ,it's Scott-'

I deleted the message immediately. Asshole. Shouldn't have kept my old number I guess. I left my answering machine and looked around for something to do. I'd eaten with Lance at the bookstore so I wasn't hungry but I could sure use a coffee. I boiled the kettle and poured in the 3 spoons of sugar and instant coffee before opening the small, almost empty fridge, for milk. As I was looking around for some drinkable milk, I saw something move. Shit, what the hell was that?

I moved a jar of jam and something fell to the ground. I felt something furry crawl over my feet and jumped back.

Now, I am not proud of what I did next but I'm sure you'll all find it amusing. I looked down to see a humungous, ugly rat and yes, I screamed my head off. It was more surprise than disgust but as fast as I could I scrambled as far away from the rat as I could. Only until it was far, far away did I realize it was still screaming and stopped.

"Hello? Is someone being murdered here? Should I call the police for help?"

I turned around and saw a man around two inches taller than me, leaning against the doorframe, with a cigarette hanging from his lips. I must have left the door open. Or the blast from my two minute long scream must have cleaned it right off.

"Um, hi. Sorry about screaming."

"Are you being killed?"

"No, not at the moment."

"Am I needed then?" He was already looking bored.

I stood up from my position on the floor and moved over to him, my eyes still searching the room for my ugly, hairy and smelly intruder - and no I did not mean the guy.

"Um actually, you could help me. There's a rat."

"Oh I thought the smell was just you."

"Oh charming. No, seriously, there's a gigantic infestation."

"How many?"

"Just one"

"A 'gigantic infestation' of one little rat?" He asked, stomping on his cigarette and raising an eyebrow at me.

"Big. A gigantic infestation of one big rat. Please help."

"Do I know you?"

"I don't know. I'll tell you if you get rid of my rat."

"Fine," he sighed, and took off the hood of his jumper. I almost stopped him but I didn't. Now I wanted to know: did I know him? He looked so familiar.

"Where is the little guy?"

"The big guy crawled into that cupboard over there," I corrected, pointing over to one of the cupboards.

He smirked at me and opened the cupboard. Not wanting to see the creature again, I turned away.

Five minutes later, he announced, "All done."

I opened one eye and saw him in front of me. "Where is it?"

"Out the window"

"You threw it out?!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Have you never heard of animal cruelty?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome..."

"Carrie Winters."

"Carrie?"

"Do I know you?"

"Yes! Don't you remember me?"

"Um..."

"Frank, I'm Frank."

"Frank?"

"Yeah, remember high school?"

"Did I go to school with you?"

"We were in the same History class."

"Frank ..." I repeated, trying to recall. "Dipshit!"

"Gee thanks. So, Carrie ... you've changed a lot."

"So, Frank ... you ... haven't. You smoke?"

"Yeah, Gerard taught me well."

"Or not"

"I'm guessing you never started?"

"For a while"

"Oooooooo! And I had you down for a goody-goody."

I frowned. "And you only talked to me once?"

"Yeah. Wanna go for a coffee?"

I shivered as I looked around. "Do you think there are more rats?"

"Yep. Probably a whole nest."

"Okay, let's go," I decided, pushing him out of the door and locking it behind me.

"It's cold," Frank said as he led us down the block, delving his gloved hands into his hooded pockets.

"Thank you for that piece of information, Captain Obvious. Let me write it down."

"Were you always this sarcastic?"

"Were you always this quiet?"

"Did you always answer questions with questions?"

"Did you?"

"What do you think?"

"How long do you think we can keep this up for?"

"Would it make a difference?"

"What do you think?"

"Do you really think I can think?"

"Did that sentence just make sense?"

"What do you think?"

"What do you think I think?"

"You really want me to try and get into the mind of a woman?"

"Oh, is that you giving me credit, Dipshit?"

"Are you gonna keep on calling me that?"

"Do you want me to?"

'What do you think?"

"I'm thinking this is getting old, would you agree to that?"

"Would you take a guess?"

"I'm guessing 'no'?"

"Can we stop now?"

"If I stop will you keep on going?"

"What do you think Carrie?"

"No?"

"Right," He stopped walking and held open a door for me. I looked at the sign on the door 'Mollie's Cafe'. "Are you gonna go in or just stare at the door?"

"Are you starting the questions again?" I asked, walking in.

He led me over to a table and sat across from me. "No."

"Thank God! You're probably the only person I know who'd be able to beat me at that."

"'Person you know'. Is that what you consider me?"

"No, you're right. I don't really know you."

"But we've met and now you're having coffee with me."

"At least you're talking to me now."

"The first time we met you were the one who didn't speak very much, Carrie. I still liked you though, I thought you were special."

I felt my cheeks flush but I didn't look away. His hazel eyes were smiling but his face was completely straight, 

giving me that mysterious look I realized I liked on him.

"Gerard thought I was crazy," Frank told me bluntly.

"He didn't like me." It wasn't a question.

"He didn't know you."

"You don't either."

"Hello loves," an elderly waitress said, appearing at our table. "What'll it be?"

"Double cheeseburger, double fries and a hot chocolate."

I stared at Frank. "Are you really going to eat all of that?"

"Probably not. Wanna help?"

"Sure." I smiled up at the waitress. "Just a hot chocolate, thanks."

"Okay loves, be back soon."

"Where were we?" Frank asked, lighting up a cigarette.

"About how we don't really know each other"

"I feel like I know you Carrie. So you feel like you know me?"

"I don't trust easily."

"Neither do I", he agreed, blowing out some smoke.

xo-

~ My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die. Because it is not a band- it is an idea. ~