Then I heard something down the hall and it caught my attention.
I was there in a second flat and saw a couple of jocks huddled around some little fertile. I recognized him; I knew him somehow. I kept my eyes on the fertile, taking in all his features and appearance. He looked even more helpless than Mikey.
I yelled something at the jocks, knowing they'd just beat the shit out of the fertile if I didn't. 'Wait, why did I just do that?' I thought, confused. Why should I care for this worthless fertile?
They only needed a glance to see who I was: Gerard Way, strongest and most feared Dom in school. They took off running and dropped the kid to the floor. I approached him, feeling my eyes burn red; I closed them quickly, "What's your name, kid?"
I could sense his fear as he shuddered and mumbled something inaudible, "Speak up!" I demanded, pushing him against the lockers.
His hazel-green eyes wwhy wide, "F-Frank Iero!" He stuttered, shrinking away from me.
"Do you know who I am?" he nodded, "Are you afraid?" He shook his head and I smirked. I liked this kid; He might come in handy, "Good." I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder, bringing him out to my car and tossing him into my backseat. I was gonna have some fun with this kid.