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Mikey’s P.O.V
“Fucking Gerard who thinks he can just kill anyone. Ugh!” I slammed my head into my locker door, expecting to make sense of the situation. Well, you did run to him when you got hurt. You can’t expect him not to do anything. It’s been three days since they found the body and school has only just re-opened. Everyone knows Gerard did it, but for some reason, everyone blames me. It’s only been two periods and all the teachers look at me like I’ve grown a third fucking eye.
“MIKEYWAY!” I smirked and turned around, coming face to face with my two best friends. Ray, bob and I, have been inseparable since the moment I met them almost ten years ago. They were Gerard’s friends first, but we got on like a house on fire. Gerard used to be part of out best friend group… until he first started killing, a few years back.
“Puff head! Bobbert!” I shouted, pulling them both into a tight hug. “Help me… the school’s trying to eat me alive” I whispered, causing them both to chuckle. I pulled away and looked at my idiot best friends. “I'm serious!” I cried, causing them to laugh more.
“Whatever Mikey Mouse, lets go to math,” bob said, starting to pull me and Ray down the corridor.
“Yo! Way!” the newest jock called after me. I slowly turned around to see a very angry football player glaring at me. He pulled me by my collar and pushed me up against the wall. Ray and bob stood there, shocked, as I just smirked at the bully.
“Evan…” a small voice whispered from behind the jock. “That’s Mikey Way. Gerard Way’s brother. The last person to mess with Mikey had his neck snapped in two!” the jock’s eyes practically fell out of their sockets, causing my smirk to widen. He quickly put me down and straightened out my shirt.
“Oh! I am so sorry. If you or your brother ever need anything, and I mean anything don’t hesitate to let me know and I would be glad to be of assist-“
“You’re rambling,” I stated flatly, slapping him on his cheek slightly before walking back to Ray and Bob.
“What the fuck was that?! Ray sighed
“My brother being the best brother in the world. Say goodbye to bullies my friend!”
“Gerard always protected people. Shame how far he went to prove this,” Bob said, referring to the reason why Gerard started all of this. I sighed at the memory before dragging Ray and Bob the rest of the distance to our math class.
Six peaceful, bully free hours later, I walked out of the school and across the playground, ready to head home. As I walked out of the gate, a car slowed down beside me and rolled down their windows. I didn’t look at the car but picked up my pace.
“MIKEY, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN THE CAR!” the, oh so lovely, voice of my brother rang out from the open window of the car. I turned and smiled at Gerard before clambering into the passenger seat.
“What are you doing here, gee? Shouldn’t you be hiding… or polishing your weapons… or killing or some shit?”
“Mikey, Mikey, Mikey… what am I going to do with you? Of course i'm supposed to be doing those things, but my little brothers more important than anyone’s blood.” I smiled at his comment; he’s always been overly nice towards me.
I continued to smile all the way to Gerard’s house until I walked through the door and was greeted by the smell of blood and decaying flesh.
“What died in here?
“Uh, the new owner… or should I say old owner of dad’s old club.” He said this like it was the most normal thing in the world. I rolled my eyes and walked through into the kitchen, to see a head dangling from the ceiling, dripping blood. I guess this was the guy Gerard was on about. All of a sudden, one of the eyeballs fell out of the head and onto the floor in front of me. The eye was fucking looking at me.
“Don’t be sick, don’t be sick, don’t be sick, don’t b-“I covered my mouth and ran from the house, ignoring Gerard’s shouts for me to return.


Gerard’s P.O.V

Mikey ran out of the house looking like he was about to be sick. Fuck. I forgot to fucking clean up. I walked into the kitchen and pulled the head down from the ceiling, before walking out of the door and burying it in the garden; my own personal graveyard. I made sure every trace of blood was gone from the kitchen, and sprayed some sickly air freshener around. I thought Mikey understood that he shouldn’t expect this house to be body-free all of the time.
As soon as it got dark, I cleaned off my knife and headed out into the night. The town was as grimy as usual, prostitutes on street corners, lonely men walking in and out of strip clubs and sluts striding about in skimpy outfits and unbelievably high heels. So many people to choose from!
As I walked over to an old man making a deal with a prostitute, something else caught my attention. Heart wrenching sobs were emitting from the park. I’m not talking about childish screaming and crocodile tears, this was full out crying. Curiosity got the better of me and I crept over to the park. Sitting under a streetlight, that was keeping the park out of total darkness, was a small-ish figure. It was hunched over and their shoulders were shaking with their sobs. The figure had its arms wrapped around its torso with their hood up. I slowly walked closer and studied the person some more. He must have been about 16? “Hey, hey… shh” I whispered as I reached out and rested a hand on his shoulder, before crouching beside him. The boy flinched slightly and looked up at me. I gasped; this boy was beautiful! He had big hazel eyes that were slightly bloodshot and puffy from crying, a lip and nose ring and a faux black Mohawk with shaved, red sides. His eyes widened and he quickly looked away, hugging himself tighter before letting out another sob, making my heart break. Yes, I do have a heart, despite prior belief. I ever so slowly wrapped my arm around the trembling boy’s shoulders. “Hey, what’s wrong sugar?” I asked, trying to get him to talk to me. I don’t know what it is about this boy, but something makes me want to help him. He slowly looked up at me and wiped his face.
“I... um… m’dad hit me because of my sexuality…” he slowly pulled his hood down to reveal long gash across his forehead and a bruise starting on his left cheek.
“What’s your name? I’m Gerard” I held out my hand for him to shake, trying to take my mind off the cunt that dare hurt this beautiful teen.
“I’m Frank… and I know who you are… its hard not to… why haven’t you killed me yet?” he cautiously took my hand and shook it lightly, before pulling it back.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Frankie. C’mon, I’ll take you back to my house and we can get you cleaned up.

I stood up and held out my hand to help him to his feet. He hesitated before looking up at me, gnawing on his lip ring. “I wont hurt you sugar, I promise.” Slowly, Frank took my hand