Can't Carry It With You if You Want To Survive- The Story of Prophecy and Time Part 1

Note: This isn't fanfic. THIS, my dear friends and readers, is me legitimately trying to write a story. Gerard in this story isn't Gerard Way. Gerard Way isn't the only person capable of being named Gerard. FUCKING GOD DAMN!

The Five Rules of Time state:
1- Time goes faster when you're older because your mind is adjusted to time.
2- Time cannot be destroyed or created or avoided. Time is inevitable.
3- Our time on Earth is predetermined.
4- Time can destroy, create, and avoid you.
5- Your soul repeats time you've spent on Earth once you die, making permanent history.
It started out as a normal day. Gerard was just on his way to work in New York, waiting for a subway. That was a beautiful September morning, and he'd never forget how badly it ended.
As the subway speed into the station, he pulled himself off his usual bench and onto his feet. He boarded the subway, and sat down in his usual spot. He arrived at his stop and walked the distance between that station and the towers of the World Trade Center, reaching it at 8:40- same monotonous routine he'd done a thousand times every weekday for the past two years. Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed him and pulled him away. He was forced to run because of how reluctant this person was to slow down. They were back to the entrance of the subway station. The man that had pulled him away checked his watch- 8:45 am.
"Dude, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!! I'm gonna be late for work now, you DICK!"
8:46 am
The next thing that was audible to Gerard's ears was screams of terror, horrible cries, sobs, the sounds of a jet falling out of the sky, and a crash from above.
Looking up, he saw the fire, the smoke, and the most disturbing thing he had ever seen. The plane crashed into the part of the tower that he would normally have been at right now.
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