About

My Information
Name: Gerard Deranged.
Location: Queens, New York.
Family: Adopted Brother, Draven Deranged
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: No


My Story:
My name is Gerard Deranged and I am the living, breathing version of Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I have two halves to my personality. One is me, the nice guy, Gerard Deranged and the other is DC, that nickname comes from Demon Child, my demonic half. You can tell when he's taken over because my green eyes will turn maroon and also because he is one nasty guy.

I was born on October 31st 1987 in a cemetery in London, England. My mother Helena Black gave birth to me on top of the plot intended for my young newborn body. She didn't want to give birth to me, to a rapists child, but her assailant's cold words, hissed into her ear as he took her promised to make all of her nightmares a reality if she attempted to abort my birth.

I don't know how the jerk knew he'd gotten her pregnant but he did and for eight and a half months my mother carried me. Unable to live with the loathing she felt for me she walked to the graveyard intending to tear me from her body and toss my lifeless body into the cold, damp ground.

As if sensing her decision I was born prematurely and she died giving labor to me. I guess that you could say that she was my first victim. A young couple passing by found me wriggling and alive at her feet. Being kind hearted they couldn't bare the thought of seeing me go into one of the many over flowing orphanages so they kept me and raised me as their own.

The real story of my birth only became known to me on my eighteenth birthday. A large, muscular man grabbed me and forced me into a dark, dingly alleyway on my way home from school. His fingers held firmly at my through and his eyes burned into me as he spoke of the most unbelievable story I had ever heard.

He said that he was a servant of Satan and that, using his body as a host the Devil himself had possessed him and taken my mother against her will eighteen years ago so that she would give birth to me - the perfect child of evil.

I managed to escape his grip and I raced home as fast as my legs could carry me. I refused to believe his lies but as midnight struck something came over me. At first I felt heat, pain and then power. That's all I remembered before I blacked out. The next morning I awoke in a bed that I didn't recognize as my own and with blood on my hands and shirt. I crawled out of the bed and vomited until my stomach had nothing left to give. On the floor lay a young boy no older then five.

His name was Robert Dentwood and he was my second victim. I was grateful in a way that it had only been murder but the fact that I had taken another life and couldn't remember doing it terrified me. What was wrong with me? What kind of monster had I become?
Years later that question still plagues me. What kind of monster lives within me now?

IMPORTANT NOTE
My father only had one son, just as God did and that was me. Don't try to add yourself or enter into my story claiming to be a brother, sister or relative. The only relatives I have are those listed.