The infamous dark market was supposed to have lost its charms by now. But still I looked around as we walked down a less crowded alley. Most of the shops here were for mundane purposes and hence had no use at the ever glorious nights.

Glorious the nights appeared. But magic can only enhance what the town already had, it can't produce something that doesn't exist nor can it take away something that does. I may be hot headed at times but even I realized the reason for banning of magic.  It's simple. The mundane way is simple. Hence it's easy. And it's less harmful. That's all. 

But only those who suffer great loss are found at the market. Take me for an example. An orphan left at the mercy of a witch. The Market takes everyone with open arms. That's one way magic's simpler, it doesn't discriminate. It's effect on the king and it's effect on the beggar, it's same. That's probably the only way magic's simpler than money.

But magic can't make money. The poverty, the hunger of the market speaks for itself. Then the question comes 'which one to chose?'. Now I didn't get that option but everyone isn't me. I'm not the ideal example of a person anyways. But people tend to go the way which seems to be the easiest. But don't take my word it's just an observation.

Often the path chose by an individual is to attain the other. People come here, at the Market, when they have nothing left.  What for? To get a job, for money of course. Not really recommended but that's what happens at the end of the day. And everyone fails everyone. 

But poverty wasn't the only reason I called the residents of Belleville unfortunate. It's the fear they live in every single moment, from the government and from each other. That's why it's shocks me to see them smile at each other everyday. 

But then the "normal" people are supposed to be scared of our "powers" too. I guess luck never favours one side.

The usual houses towered on either of our sides as we continued to stride along the bricked road. Some were wooden, some were of bricks, looming in the darkness. The air felt chilled now that we were out of the crowd. 

Even though we had walked to every inch of the Market Gerard hadn't bought anything except the dyes and brushes from earlier. To be honest it didn't seem too weird to me at first, simply a bit unexpected but the way Gerard acted when I looked surprised about the entire concept of his interest in painting was what kept my thoughts linger on his unusual hobby for a pirate. 

As if he'd faced the similar situation before and it didn't end well, and this time he was determined to fight for his singularity. Whatever his motivation was I did saw a spark of rebellion in his eyes at that moment. But it's  now gone and his mild self was back.

His eyes were sparkling still, reflecting back the light of the market at which he was staring so fascinatedly. Even if I'd spent only a few hours with Gerard Way he managed to surprise me more than any magic ever did. 

At first I thought of him to be a typical pirate, chaotic and rebellious. After meeting him he turned out to be calm and thoughtful instead, nothing like the tribe of feared lawbreakers of the sea.

By now I couldn't help but  think if the clement nature was only the surface of this person. What if he was more? He must be. He survived being a part of the Way Clan. He must be more. A rebel among the rebels.

"I want to be a pirate" I sputtered out, not even thinking once. 

"hmm really?" he asked without looking at me. I shrugged. " good for you are planning on leaving with the crew tomorrow?"

I wasn't sure if he was referring to his crew or just crew on general. I didn't think he had anything specific in mind, neither did I. Neverthless I said yes. He smiled at that. 

"Which crew?" he asked smirking as if he could read my thoughts. I guess that was the natural thing to be thinking about at that moment but still it annoyed me.

"we'll see" I simply said back. To my surprise he stopped in his tracks to turn around and look at me.

 "Join ours" he said with an unreadable look. Ever the surprising, Gerard Way.

"Umm okay"

"it's fine I'll talk with a few people. They don't exactly like me or anything but I don't think that'd stop them from taking you in or anything"  he paused for a moment " or maybe I'd just asked Mikey, those people are terrified of him. And he's just seventeen" he finished fondly.

"Mikey? Your brother?"

He nodded "hmm he's great with weapons as for me let's just say I know how to aim at ones head" he said as if that's the most amiable thing in the world. 

"Same for me" I smiled back. No,  I can do much more than aiming for one's head. 

"Why do you want to be a pirate?" 

" I like to rebel I guess"

"Aren't you already?"

"You're right" I scoffed "I'm just bored" to be honest I have no idea.

"What's fun about being a barbarian?"

"How will I know until I become one? " I countered. Gerard didn't try to defy himself again. At this point I've pretty much guessed he dislikes piracy for some reason. I mean it's pretty obvious they're just violent barbarians but I feel like they could be more. 

"Where to now?" he said instead, changing the topic. 

"umm" the question somehow made me aware of my tired self. And I had to collect some of my belongings if I'm leaving tomorrow. "What about my former residence...or current residence? I have no idea which" I grinned. He shrugged. 

When we'd passed by the shop earlier it was closed but then again it was barely evening.

I had no idea what to expect from Madonna. Will she try to make me stay? Or would she just let go? But having Gerard by my side made me lose my sense of judgement.Maybe I'd again have to make a grand escape like last night. But I like surprises, especially one that makes adrenaline rush through my veins. 

Why else would I had dived into the primal clan meeting?

AN so I'm alive I guess ...yay... 

I'm actually quite proud of this chapter it covers some points about this universe I REALLY wanted to talk about since I started the book.

I kinda wanna properly publish this book one day is that stupid? 

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