Deleted chapter from It's A Horror Story Baby Just Say Yes. Dear St. Anthony, please come down. Something's lost and must be found.
Oh! And I'm being Gerard for Halloween! :D
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Hide and Seek
Deleted Chapter from It's A Horror Story Baby Just Say Yes
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Gerard left Frank stand in the middle of the large kitchen while he worked about on the counter, preparing breakfast. He began humming a tune under his breath which Frank couldn't be bothered trying to name right now. All of his focus was on the door not even fifteen feet away. Sneaking a glance back at Gerard, he noticed the raven haired man was too busy and caught up in his own world to know what Frank was doing. The boy slowly turned back around and began inching towards the door, one step at a time.
He didn't dare breath. One little noise could alert Gerard of his escape attempt, and Frank really was not in the mood for the killer to lash out at him.
Frank willed the floor not to creak, his heart stopping when he heard Gerard drop a pan. He looked back at him to see him pick it up, cursing and returning to his work. He continued tip toeing along the tile until he finally made it to the door. He was just about to reach it, his fingers just about to wrap around the brass knob of freedom when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
In that moment, his heart stopped beating, his breathing came to a halt, and every hair on his body stood on end. Biting back a scream, he slowly turned around, eyes squeezed shut. He opened them to reveal Gerard standing not even three inches from him, his grin rivaling that of the cheshire cat.
"Going out for a stroll, Frankie?" he questioned, his voice sweeter than sugar. His green eyes flashed dangerously, daring Frank to answer.
Frank shuddered, remembering the rules he'd been told. "No going outside unless I tell you." He hadn't wanted to know the consequences to breaking one of these rules. "M-maybe."
"Do you remember my rules?" Frank nodded, chewing on his lip in dread. "Did I ever tell you the consequences to breaking a rule?" Frank shook his head, cringing as Gerard's grin widened. That was enough for Frank. Mustering up all of his courage, Frank pushed Gerard out of the way, the older man crashing to the tile with a thud.
Frank grabbed the counters in his haste to escape, his eyes scanning the room until he found the object he was looking for.
He dove for the phone, looking behind him and not seeing Gerard. Increasingly unnerved, he grabbed the phone off of the receiver, about to call 911, when a hand grabbed the back of his neck and smashed his head into the counter. Groaning in pain, he slid down the cabinets, a hand clasped over his heavily bleeding nose. His vision was blurry and he felt incredibly dizzy. A large black blob came into view, and Frank squinted, trying to make out what it was. As his vision cleared slightly, he was able to make out Gerard kneeling in front of him, that grin still plastered on his face.
"What did I say about using the phone, Frankie? Two broken rules in one day? Tisk, tisk." He grabbed the front of Frank's shirt, yanking him to his feet. He pried the phone from the younger boy's hand and dropped it into a nearby blender. Frank's eyes widened as Gerard pressed a button, smirking while the phone was reduced to nothing but bits of wires and smoke. He turned to Frank. "Now to deal with you."
Frank began to panic. What should he do? He couldn't really run, as Gerard blocked his path. He didn't think he'd be lucky enough to knock him down with one push again. He could try faking passing out, but there was no way Gerard would believe that. Plus, he'd still have to deal with his punishment when he 'woke up.' He could try hitting Gerard, but he didn't think it'd really hurt him. After all, Frank was just a short, skinny, injured teenager, and Gerard was a seasoned serial killer. The man was virtually invincible. However, one idea popped into Frank's mind.
"Maybe this'll teach you a lesson, Frankie. You'll understand the fact that you're never going home soon enough, and you'll learn to love me as I love you so we can be happy together." He closed his eyes, leaning in towards Frank, his intentions to kiss the boy. "We'll be- oomph!" He grasped himself between the legs where Frank had just kicked, his cheeks puffing out and his eyes flashing in pain. Frank took this as his opportunity to run.
He ran past Gerard, but no sooner face planted the floor when the killer grabbed his ankle. He kicked at the hand until it let go, getting up to run again when two arms snaked around his upper body, lifting him into the air. Gerard's hot breath was instantly at his ear. "That's enough of this, Frank. When are you going to learn that you can't beat me?"
Frank wriggled in his grasp, trying to free himself to no avail. Gerard was just too strong. Finally, he just gave up, going limp in the man's steely grip.
"Good," Gerard breathed, earning a shiver from Frank. "Now, if I put you down, do you promise not to run?"
Frank nodded shakily. The arms released him and he stood on his own feet, turning to face Gerard. The older man saw it in Frank's hazel eyes before the kid even thought of it, but decided on letting him run. He was in the mood for a little game right now.
Frank quickly turned and darted through the kitchen and to the door, flinging it open and racing down the porch steps. He looked behind him, again seeing no sign of Gerard. Not thinking anything of it, he sprinted across the dusty ground and into the forest of cornstalks. He pushed the towering stalks out of his way, feeling much like a small child lost in a crowd.
Gerard sauntered down the porch steps, smirking as he looked out among the fields. He entered the field through the same spot Frank had, hearing the leaves rustling some distance away. 'He must be running...'
He spoke his next words loudly so that the younger boy would be able to hear him. "Dear St. Anthony, please come down. Something's lost and must be found."
Frank, a good hundred feet in front of Gerard, gulped at the words. That was a prayer his grandmother had taught him when he was little for when he'd lost something. He made his way into a clearing, looking up at the night sky. The stars were all out and the sky was a stunning deep blue. It would have been beautiful under any other circumstances.
Hearing rustling behind him, he began to move again. He pushed through the thick cluster of corn, his heart in his throat. He didn't even want to think about what would happen to him if Gerard caught him...
That made him think. Was he stupid for running? He had an extremely slim chance of escaping, and now he would have go face whatever punishment Gerard would give him. Even thinking of it chilled him to the very marrow of his bones and made the bile rise in his throat.
More of Gerard's taunting words filled the silence, ringing out over the acres of corn.
"You can't escape me, Frankie. I don't see why you don't just give yourself up and make what's coming easier for you."
More determined to escape than he was before, Frank pushed on through the endless fields. Frustrated sobs broke through his lips. Why couldn't this just end already? Why couldn't he just find the road and flag down a car? Tears spilled down his cheeks, mixing with the dirt gathered there from running through the stalks.
Where the fuck is the road?!
He paused, gripping his hair in both his hands and pulling until it felt it would all rip out. He let out a scream, letting all of his emotions into it. All of the pain, anger, sadness, and confusion just tore out of him, leaving him shaking and afraid. He dropped to his knees and fell to his side, bringing his knees to his chest and sobbing with all his heart.
"This is it! I'm fucking crazy," he cried. "Just like him."
Hearing a manic laugh very close by, Frank quickly got to his feet, dirt clinging to all his clothes, and ran with all his strength. It felt like something out of one of those dreams where you're trying to run but your feet feel like blocks of lead, and it feels as if every force is pulling you to the ground and you can't stay on your feet.
Finally, finally, Frank made it to the end of the fields. He froze, a genuine smile creeping onto his lips. He was free. He could escape. The highway was a mere ten feet in front of him, the pavement still damp from the recent rain shower.
Then, right on cue as usual, two steely arms wrapped around his waist, dragging him back into a broad chest. Shaggy black hair tickled his neck and a pair of lips were on his ear. He closed his eyes, the entire world crashing down on him. Tears slowly trickled down his cheeks, and a choked sob emitted from his chapped lips.
Gerard whispered his name, tightening his grip automatically even though Frank gave no signs of escape. He nuzzled his nose into the younger boy's tattooed neck, breathing in his scent.