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Frank’s P.O.V.

[i]Moans of pure bliss ricocheted between the pasty, grubby brown walls of the entrance way, my trembling fingers struggling to unlock the peeling white apartment door. Although the icy wind gnawed voraciously at my bones and the snow continued to cake itself to my back, I simply could not force myself through the frame of the door, for I knew what was to be seen on the other side would only cause me too fall into the same routine as every night: break down, vomiting, abuse, passing out. God, how badly I wanted to rid of this burden that people dare to call a man, for to me he was nothing more than a monster, a disgusting, vile creature whom needed to be locked in a coffin eight hundred feet beneath the ground. Everyone looked at him and saw a masculine, kind hearted gentle men, the once lonely homeless man whom used to cuddle up next to the tree in the park, attempting to stay warm as the frost snaked it’s way through his clothes. That’s when I had first met him, how truly innocent he did seem, helpless and needy of at least some source of warmth, food, care.

The pang of guilt that overcame me as I shuffled home from work everyday concealed away from the bitter, vicious wind beneath my thick, furry jacket. He lie there so helplessly, slumped against the tree, his face littered with contusions and lacerations, layers of freezing tears caked upon his face as he attempted to snuggle into the paper-thin, ripped flannel which coiled meaninglessly around his body. Swelling, bloodshot jade eyes would sink into my own, desperately seeming to plead for help as I would pass him by, and after nearly a week of seeing this tattered and torn man hunched in the snow, I finally succumbed to the needs he seemed to long for.

Beautiful, he was indeed beautiful, the way his silky mop of auburn hair would often sweep across his pallid, canvas like skin, a thousand tiny watercolor flecks of grey etching in every defining shadow of his cheeks. Lime green kaleidoscope eyes rested gently upon his face, their dazzling color reflecting off his luminous skin. However, his persona of delicate innocence was a shear illusion, a overly used and deceiving advantage point that I was positive he had taken benefit from before. The true beast which was concaved within his chest would devour it’s way through his organs each night, bleeding into his personality, snarling and tearing at flesh that never should have been touched by anyone.

Mercilessly he would dig beneath my skin, sink into my flesh and strip me of my self-confidence so he could simply achieve his sickening pleasure. Each night I was smothered, torn apart and harassed by contemptible hands as a gallery of bruises would continue to multiply. But eventually, my pain and suffering was no longer enough to satisfy his brutish needs. Various whore’s scattered about the Belleville area became his next resort as every night they would become entangled in my bed sheets, plastered to mytable, spread out and tattered like the pages of an interactive playboy magazine, concealing little knowledge other than their own body between the lust coated sheets.

To no avail, it was not beyond my doubt that tonight would be the same as all the others in which I would be forced to practically walk into the porno that used my be my home where my mind would be so unwillingly held in contempt within the humid, rancid rooms. I sighed in exasperation, carelessly blowing the damp, black fringe from my face as my feeble hands shoved the door open. Unlike so many other times, my sinuses were not met with the engulfing, retched stench of putrid body secretions and swells of perspiration as I shuffled through the foyer. No, the scent that plagued the room this time was one that was momentarily foreign to me, yet at the same time so grotesquely, familiar. Flashes of memories obtained years ago whilst I had visited a morgue seemed to flood through my probing thoughts, the scent that had enveloped the room smelt of fresh decay doused in a stark blend of antiseptics and embalming agents, diluting the foul odor to a dull tinge. The home in which I dared call my own now seemed to heir a few common traits of the morgue, only the smell seemed more pronounced here than it ever did there. I inwardly gagged as the stuffy rot dripped through my mouth, coating my lungs in the seemingly toxic fumes.

Had this degrading beast not been able to find a twiggy little whore flailing on a street corner today? Had he resolved to digging up the carcass of an unmarked grave in shear desperation of getting off, because all other reasons for the current scent seemed unattainable. As if my day wasn’t already dismantled with pure failure, seeing as the place in which I worked laid me off, the last thing I needed was to walk in on that disgusting creature fucking a rotting corpse. Although there was more of an even balance of symmetry between him as a half disintegrated body than if it were him and a drunken hooker, because honestly I saw not much of a difference. Hesitantly my shoes scuffed across the sandy, tainted floor as I rounded the corner separating myself from whatever happened to be unfolding in the room. Squinting into the bitter darkness not a movement could be detected, no melting black forms writhing about the coffee table, no static sounds of skin grinding against skin, all that flowed through my ears was the shrieking silence and my own soluble breaths.

My trembling hand foraged the sandpaper like wall beside me, desperately groping for the light switch. Finally my fingers stumbled across the switch as an unidentified substance transferred to my hand, sliding down my clammy palms. Cringing at the very thought of the various things it could be, I flicked the lights on hoping that I had not intruded on a scene that soon would become a regret. My eyes slowly traveled across the unscathed, orderly room, the brown scum tinted couch cushions still settling perfectly in place, the contents of the coffee table which has become an infamous spot for whores remained preserved and sanitary, my eyes continued scraping across the room, awaiting the atrocious site of smut to rape my eyes.

My breath hitched as my eyes climbed across the crusty green wall paper, tracing the smudges and splatters of dark reds and blacks which seeped into the corner, sweating down the wall into a giant mass of bones that lie caked in the floor. Mangled limbs scrabbling against blood doused skin, unknown bones protruding from incisions in his ashen flesh. Various organs lie torn across the spongy, tan floor as a mass of power line like veins stretched back toward his body, still imbedded in their now meritless power supply. Atop the mass of deteriorating flesh sat a form towering like the sovereign of pure hell, a once beautifully sharpened face lie propped against the wall, multi color gashes of purples and reds lie carved within the tissues of his cheeks. Deep canyons lie carved around his jaw exposing a sinister skeletal grin which taunted me relentlessly as his flawless hazel eyes glared boisterously at me, the cloudy haze settling amongst them in no way tampering with the intense stare that lie strung with my eyes.

A pathetic whimper slithered through my lips as my knees seemed to corrode beneath me, the unsightly heaviness swelling through my body becoming far to much for their sloppy stance. So many times had I wanted this man dead, so many nights had I laid in bed plotting the plethora of ways that my hands could torturously destroy the man whom lay drunkenly sprawled across my stomach. The burning passion that fluttered in my chest, longing for his disposal so that I could carry out my ambitions, however now that he lie caked in my corner, fatality setting into his scarlet skin, I wanted nothing more than to bring him back… /]

Feverishly warm hands melted against my forehead, softly twirling my fringe between their fingers, however my body remained unresponsive. Slurred murmurs and breathing collided with my ear drums in remote waves, only as clear and comprehendible as the whispers of static slithering through a television set. My body seemed to be falling, swaying through compartments of black silk rooms, my skin tingling against the sudden roughness of the fabric I found myself sliding through. Eagerly consciousness pulled me into it’s sun kissed arms whilst the shuddering black beast of sleep clawed ravenously at my flesh, teething and licking at the sores it tore in my psyche. Never had oblivion felt like such a wanton thing as it’s lustful fingers swelled beneath my shredding thoughts, enveloping my precious attempts to escape in tides of black fog, however my saint of bitter florescent lights protruded through my eyelids, battling sleep as it drug me towards it’s starry, burning lights. Amongst the blurring lights lie a murky silhouette, hovering above my face as it’s hands stroked my cheek.

“Welcome back, young Franklin” the silhouette murmured pleasantly, splashing my ears in the immensely acute sound waves of which I had been deprived. Gradually my eyes swelled into focus, refining the shape of the silhouette before me, carving depths into the already shadowed sculpture before dragging highlights of chalk amongst it’s profile, drilling glistening emeralds into it’s skull. “I suppose you’ve never been happier to awake in somewhere other then your house, yes, dear Frankie?” his smooth voice inquired as he tucked the strands of hair away from my face, staring curiously into my groggy eyes.

“G-Gerard?” I sputtered almost incoherently, a few extra syllables managing to clumsily seep from my lips and crash into his name. The alluring face above me nodded before gently pushing away from me.

“Yes, Franklin, you’re not mistaken, it’s nice to have you back,” he cooed almost mockingly, grazing his fingers below my chin as he slowly rose to his feet, seeping away from my one-point perspective. A shaky breath departed from my lungs at the memory of what had invaded my mind moments ago, his multi-color snowflake hazel eyes almost perfectly matching the ones I had just awoke to. I remained frozen, tucked against the ice cold floor as the spider like shudders threaded down my spine.

“What happened…? Why did I pass out…?” I questioned lazily as my hands desperately rubbed the venomous invisible eyes from my view. My weakening arms struggled to support my weight, propping me up against the side of his cold metal bed as I watched him pace the cramped cell.

“It hurts you doesn’t it, Frankie? Those beautiful eyes drilling into your skull as you lie down to sleep every night. The very sight of that dreary corner sends a plethora of tremors through you bones, does it not, dear Frank? The very fact that you could have rescued him from his fate haunts your fragile mind, knowing that you were far too worried about your own suffering than the his excruciating, dying moans. Oh, Franklin, the fact that you once wished his blood to be splattering your bare hands now gives your bitter pangs of gilt, severs your well kempt mind. Yet, still it lies smoldering and newly branded on your tender flesh that you swiftly took advantage of his demise so that you could be in these offices, and this haunts you worse than anything because you feel no guilt or resentment for it…” he mused zealously as he crouched before me, his hazel eyes flickering and glistening with an unreadable emotion that seemed to swell toward the line of fascination or adoration “Just like me…”he murmured, an eccentric grin threading across his flawless face as he watched me attentively.


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O_O who exactly is the man who raped and abused Frank?
and how does Gerard seem to know everything about him and what Frank saw?
What's your opinon?