"I've always loved fire; so beautiful yet so destructive. It can bring light to anyone's eyes, but can destroy almost anything in it's path. It's just like me."
Yay for quick updates! I know it wasn't that quick, but...meh.
I have several things to share, so be ready.
1) I came up with an idea...you guys may like it...I don't know...but...THERE SHALL BE A SEQUEL TO THIS. Yes, you read correctly. My ever working brain has come up with the full plot to the sequel of It's A Horror Story Baby Just Say Yes. Shit, that's a lot to type. But yeah. Sequel. Does that mean the story is anywhere near over yet? Nope. Still got quite a bit to go. But I just really wanted to share that with you guys.
2) Sam Winchester reciting Latin is the single most eargasmic sound next to Gerard and Frank moaning in Destroya. Like really. Supernatural you have me hooked. If you've never watched that show, check it out. It's amazing.
3) Holy mother of sweet Arizona tea Jesus I can not wait for the next MCR album.
Also, in this chapter I refer to Gerard's eyes as jade and hazel. It's kinda like a cross between the two, so I will be using both words from now on.
And this chapter's very up and down. Just thought you ought to know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my words and ideas.
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I Won't Run
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For the first time in days, Frank Iero felt content. He was sitting on the soft, slightly worn couch in the living room, Gerard's arm slung loosely around him. He yawned and laid his head on the older man's shoulder, almost completely forgetting that the man had kidnapped him and beat him.
The TV in front of the men cast a soft glow throughout the otherwise dark room, making it seem almost peaceful. Gerard looked down at Frank, a small smile gracing his lips as he ran his hand through the boy's soft locks.
Gerard finally broke the silence, voicing the question that had been plaguing his mind the past few hours. "Hey, Frankie?"
Frank hummed in acknowledgment.
"Did you mean it?"
Frank turned his head and smiled up at Gerard. "Did I mean what?"
"Did you mean it when you told me you loved me?"
Frank's eyes widened in memory of what he'd said earlier. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I meant it," He stuttered nervously. He didn't want to upset Gerard right now. They were actually getting along.
Gerard didn't seem to pick up on Frank's nervousness. He took Frank's chin and brought his face up to meet his, bringing their lips together in a slow kiss. Frank kissed back hesitantly, flinching automatically when Gerard pulled away. He noticed.
"Frankie," He started, his expression sad. "Are you-are you scared of me?"
Frank cast his eyes downward, playing with a string on his cardigan. Gerard's eyebrows knitted together and he wrapped his thin arms around Frank.
"Oh, Frankie. I didn't want you to be afraid of me; I just wanted you to respect me." Tears formed in his eyes, the dim light from the TV glinting off the tiny water droplets. "What can I do?"
Frank looked back to Gerard, his answer obvious in his eyes. "Please, Gerard."
"No," Gerard stated firmly. "I already told you that I'm not letting you go."
Frank sighed, defeated, and turned away from Gerard, pulling his legs up and hugging them to his chest. He felt the wetness of tears form in his eyes, quickly wiping them away so Gerard couldn't see.
Gerard frowned. "Aw, c'mon Frankie. Don't be like that."
Gerard snaked his arms around Frank's waist, bringing him back to lay on his chest. He pressed his lips to the back of the boy's neck, rubbing his hand up and down his arm. "It's all gonna be alright, sweetheart. Don't you worry about anything."
The previously ignored news reporter on the TV suddenly grabbed both Gerard and Frank's attention.
'Sixteen-year-old Frank Iero disappeared from his home on the seventeenth of May. Police say that Iero was last seen in Maple Street Park and that they are doing everything in their power to bring him home. Mother Linda Iero spoke with us earlier.'
The sobbing face of Linda Iero appeared in the camera, speaking into a microphone and dabbing at her running mascara.
'Please, Frankie,' She choked. /'Please come home! I miss you so much! Please, for the love of everything that is good, come home!/'
The next person to speak surprised Frank more than anything.
'Frank, I know I've said some hurtful things to you, but please, come home. I'm sorry and I'm willing to work things out, but please, don't keep this up. Come back.'
The news reporter droned on and on about ongoing investigations into Frank's disappearance, but it all went unheard by the two men on the couch.
Frank's eyes were wide, tears brimming at the edges. He was trembling and taking shaky breaths, finally letting out a choked sob. Gerard, however, was trembling in anger, his boyish features drawn into a deep scowl. He gave a scream of rage and pushed Frank off of him, storming out of the room and up the stairs, slamming what was probably his bedroom door. Frank cowered in the corner of the couch before slowly standing up, taking short steps toward the stairs. He began his journey up the long flight of steps, wondering just how he'd managed to jump down them without killing himself. He came to a stop outside of Gerard's door.
The door was just like the rest- white and made of wood. But this door gave off a sort of vibe that chilled Frank to the very bone. He brought his knuckles up and gently knocked, taking the doorknob in his other hand and twisting. The door opened to reveal the most disturbing scene Frank had ever witnessed in his sixteen and a half years of existence.
Gerard was sitting on his bed, tears dripping down his pale face. In his hands he held a lighter and a picture, slowly bringing the flickering flame to meet the side of the photo, watching it burn with a satisfied smirk. Frank came to stand behind him, gasping in horror when he saw the photo.
It was of him and Jamia, and Gerard was burning off the side with her on it. Gerard spoke, his voice calm and devoid of any emotion.
"I've always loved fire; so beautiful yet so destructive. It can bring light to anyone's eyes, but can destroy almost anything in it's path. It's just like me." He turned to face Frank. "Tell me you love me."
Frank stared at the man in terror, backing up a few feet. The light from the fire danced across Gerard's face, glinting dangerously off his marble-like eyes. He took a step toward Frank, the photo still burning. "I-I love you."
Gerard smiled, the tears still pouring down his cheeks. "Good. Now tell me you hate her."
Frank whimpered. "I hate her," He lied.
Gerard laughed coldly. "Don't lie to me, Frank."
"B-but you t-told me to say it!" He cried, still backing up.
Gerard scoffed. "I told you to lie? Never!" He smirked. "You're lying again, aren't you? Tisk tisk, Frankie. I think somebody needs to be taught a lesson."
Gerard advanced toward Frank, stomping the photo out with his foot. Frank screamed and ran, seeing another door. He ripped it open and slammed it behind him, locking the deadbolt on it. Frank searched for a light switch in the dark room. Finally, he found the chain, yanking it down as light erupted into the room. His mouth fell open in awe.
Every piece of wall space in the room was covered in newspaper articles. Moving forward, Frank read the headline of one.
Woman's Body Found In Pond
He moved on to the next.
Investigations Into Murders Continue
Frank eyed more articles, seeing that they also had something to do with the body of a girl being found. Backing into the center of the room, Frank stared around him in horror. What was this room?
Suddenly, the door burst open to reveal Gerard, who was waving a key at Frank, that same smirk still on his face until he noticed Frank's expression. His lips fell into a frown and his eyes darkened.
Frank swallowed. "What is this place?"
Gerard looked around at the articles, taking a deep breath and grabbing Frank's arm. He led him back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He sat him on the bed, locking the bedroom door before joining him.
"Now, Frank," He began, looking the boy in the eye. "When I tell you this, I don't want you running off, okay?"
"Good. Alright." He drew in a shaky breath, taking Frank's shoulders in his hands. He looked the boy in the eyes, jade meeting hazel. Frank's eyes searched the raven haired man's but found nothing but hatred and...shame?
"I'm a serial killer."
Frank literally froze. His breathing stopped and he didn't move a muscle, but his mind was running a million miles a minute.
"Frank?" Gerard eyed the boy warily. He brought his hands up to cup his face. "Frankie? You alright?" Frank just stared.
His lips slowly parted. "You killed them all?"
Gerard nodded, looking down.
The killer stood up, staring at himself in the mirror and leaning heavily on his dresser. The man staring back at him was so foreign, so cold. He felt as if he were looking at his soul instead of just his reflection. "I knew you wouldn't understand. I shouldn't have told you."
Frank shook his head. "No, please tell me!"
Gerard turned to Frank, sitting back on the bed with him. "How do I know you won't just run if I tell you? I don't want you to be scared of me, Frank. Please, don't be afraid."
Frank moved closer to the man. "I promise I won't run away. And I won't be afraid of you. Now please, tell me?"
Gerard sighed. "When I was seventeen, something awful happened that made me the way I am today. My dad," Gerard closed his eyes. "My dad brought a hooker into the house late at night. My little brother, Mikey, heard them and went downstairs." At this point, tears were starting to make their way down Gerard's face.
"My father," He spat the word with as much venom as he could muster at the moment. "He didn't want Mikey to say anything, so he took a hammer and whipped it at him- his son, my brother, his flesh and blood. I saw the whole thing." He turned to Frank, the tears now coming down in bucketfuls. He gripped the blankets in his fists. "I saw the whole thing and I didn't do anything. It's my fault my little brother's dead!" He wiped his nose on the back of his hand. "And you know what I did next? I took that hammer and beat my scumbag of a father with it. The whore ran off. But you know what? That's okay! That's okay because I found the slut a week later behind a bar and I killed her, too."
Frank was staring at Gerard with wide eyes. The man expected him to run now that he just divulged his entire life story to the boy. But he didn't run. What he did surprised Gerard so much that he actually began to cry harder.
Frank brought a hand up to cup Gerard's cheek, muttering a soft, "I'm not going to run." He wrapped his arms around the taller man, cringing as the sobs increased.
"I never wanted it to be this way!" He sobbed.
"Were they all prostitutes?" Frank asked. He felt Gerard nod against his shoulder. He pulled back, looking at Frank with tormented hazel eyes.
"I have no family that loves me, no friends, and no life besides killing. I'm nobody, Frankie. Just another plague to society. But you know what? That's alright because I have you! And my Frankie will never leave my side!" Gerard squeezed Frank, rocking back and forth with him as if he were nothing but some oversized stuffed animal.
Frank felt his stomach drop at his words. Part of him knew he wasn't going home, but he didn't actually want to believe it. He still dreamed of seeing his friends and family again, of going to that hellhole of a school. But he now had to accept the fact that he never would. This was his new life.
But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
He didn't want to think about it, but ignoring it was like trying to escape the inevitable; he knew it was there, but he didn't want to accept it.
Frank cared about Gerard.
The man had repeatedly threatened him, almost raped him, kidnapped him, and abused him, but Frank still cared about this man. He knew what it was like to feel completely isolated from the rest of the world; cut off from everyday human interactions. He understood, and he was going to stay here with Gerard, even if it wasn't necessarily by choice.
No, not a bad thing at all.