Hart stared at me for another long moment before speaking. “Franklin, do you know who Kevin Macomber is?” I shook my head. This was it. Finally.
I stared down at the photo for a minute before picking it up to get a closer look at it. It was a nice picture. There was a woman with frizzy brown-gray hair smiling happily, and a balding man next to her; But my attention was directed to the two smaller boys towards the bottom. The smallest one had a shy smile on his face and was clinging to the taller one – I immediately recognized him as Gerard. He still had the same smile, except his eyes were different. In the picture the younger Gerard’s eyes were full of happiness and joy, while now, though sometimes you caught a glimpse of joy inside of them, they were tortured and pained.
I handed the picture back to her, without saying another word. She put it back in the folder and then pulled out what looked like a small old newspaper article. She handed it to me carefully and I began to read.
”MACOMBER STRIKES AGAIN”
The heartless serial killer New Jersey plays home to; Kevin Macomber has once again killed another helpless family. This time, the Way family of Belleville were the victims of Macomber’s sociopathic ways. The family was found in their home, stabbed to death. Family and friends have gathered outside the Way home, mourning the loss of their friends; Donald , Donna , Gerard , and Michael . All of them expressing their hopes that the ruthless man who stole the lives of their loved ones, will be caught and given the punishment he so dearly deserves.
Once again there was a picture of Gerard’s family, printed underneath. I returned the picture to Hart with a shaking hand. The article made me sick, the thought of Gerard’s parents and brother being stabbed to death—But then I remembered something. “Last night,” I started out, finding my voice an octave higher than usual. “You said that ‘he left them both alive’.” She stared at me, but didn’t say anything. “What did you mean?” I finally asked.
She leaned forward and stared into my eyes, as if searching for a sign of something. “Franklin Iero, you must swear that you will never repeat a word of what I’ve just told you to anyone. No one in this hospital. Not Mike, not Officer Lewis, and most certainly not Gerard Way.” She said in a hushed tone.
I blinked and slowly nodded my head, though I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for me to keep such a secret – especially from Gerard, seeing as it had mostly to do with him.
“I repeat, Kevin Macomber never left any of his victims alive. Only one other time besides this, had one person survived. He found her when she was in the hospital, and finished the job.” I shuddered at the thought. She leaned back and pulled out another paper from the cream folder. She began to read; “Kevin cut off the power in the Way household, August 26th at 8:30pm. He entered the house and killed 42 year-old Donald Way first, with a stab to the back of the head.” I felt sick. “He then killed 39 year-old Donna Way with three repeated stabs to the chest. Both died in the downstairs family room.” Oh, God. She paused, taking one long look at me before continuing. “13 year-old Gerard Way was first stabbed in lower side, next to the staircase,” She looked at me again. I was numb. “then twice more in the abdomen in the master bedroom. 10 year-old Michael Way was stabbed once in the thigh, and once in the neck. Both were found ‘dead’ in the master bedroom.”
She put the paper down and looked at me, her hands clasped together. “Neither Gerard,” she took a deep breath, “nor Michael Way died that night.”
My heart was pounding – and she had told me I couldn’t tell Gerard? What the fuck? “But, Mikey’s alive then!” I said quickly. “Gerard has to know. He thinks he killed his brother! You have to tell him!” I stood up, prepared to run back to the room and tell Gerard.
“Gerard can’t know of any of this.” Hart shook her head, not taking her eyes off of me. I stared at her in disbelief.
“His brother is alive! You can’t just not tell him!” I tried my best to keep my voice steady and at a decent volume.
“It has to be that way.”
I stared at her, shaking in rage. “You can’t. You have to… At least let me tell him where he is!”
“I don’t know where he is.”
“Bull-fucking-shit.” I spat. “You know everything else, you can’t tell me that you don’t know where Mikey is.” I breathed.
She shook her head. “Even if I did know, Franklin, I wouldn’t tell you. Nor would I tell Gerard. I repeat; Gerard can’t know any of this. It has to be this way.”
“Why?!” I cried out and she shot me a look. I lowered my voice. “Why does it ‘have to be this way’?! Gerard deserves to know. He’s broken because of this. He needs to know!” I wasn’t sure which I wanted to do more; cry my eyes out or punch Hart in the face.
“Don’t fucking tell me that shit again.” I turned around. “I’m telling Gerard.”
I was walking towards the door when I heard her stand up. “If you tell him, you’ve practically killed him yourself!” She said, her voice sharp.
I slowly turned around. “What?” What the fuck was this lady smoking? “What the hell are you going on about?” I demanded.
“Frank, Macomber has eyes and ears everywhere. Soon he’ll find out that he slipped up.” I frowned.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
She shook her head and almost looked like she, herself, was about to cry. “You don’t’ understand. He is a typical serial killer. He hates when he messes up. If he finds out about this…” Her voice caught and trailed off.
I remembered what she said about what he had done before.
”Only one other time besides this, had one person survived. He found her when she was in the hospital, and finished the job.”
I felt sick and had to grab the chair in front of me to keep myself from passing out. “If Macomber ever finds out about any of this…” She continued, taking a deep breath.
“He will kill Gerard.”
Author’s Note- Tell me what you think? x