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I wrapped my arm around frank's waist, his round my shoulders, as we limped through the now deserted streets. Turns out his dad actually hit him pretty fucking hard. I swear if I ever see him it will be the end of him. How the fuck can you hit someone as precious as little Frankie? Especially your own son. It shouldn't matter if their straight, bisexual, gay or even alien! Love for your children is supposed to be unconditional. Apparently, I thought wrong.
The walk to my house was quiet and uneasy. Frank kept peering up at me, utterly confused. I, myself, was confused. Why was I being so nice to him? I should have just left him if I couldn't bring myself to kill him. But there was something about this boy that intrigued me. The way his hair flops over into a careless curl round his right eye. The way his lip and nose ring glisten under the street lights, the way he nibbles his lip every time he looks at me. I looked down at Frank, and realised he was eyeing my knife in the front pocket of my jeans, with a nervous expression. "You can hold it, if it would make you feel better" I said with a smirk before adding "just don't stab me with it" after a few moments, he stopped walking and made a 'give it here' motion with his hand. I pulled the knife out of my pocket and dropped it in his hand. He grinned as he flicked the blade up. His smile disappeared as quickly as it came when he saw the dried blood covering the blade. He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, to which I just shrugged.
It took us half an hour to get back to my place, which is twice as long as it should have took, but hey-ho. "Right, i'm gonna get the first aid shit, so like sit down and wait for me or something…" I said, pointing to the sofa. Ha. I never thought I was so awkward. But I haven't had guests in years, other than family, so I guess I can be let off?
"Your not gonna poison me are you?" he asked with a playful smirk.
"Nope"
"Are these cushions filled with knives?"
"No"
"Are there going to be dismembered body parts in the sofa?"
"You ask too many questions"
"HA! So there are body parts in the sofa!" he was now grinning like a five year old on Christmas.
"Maybe" I said, walking out of the room. I knocked over everything in the bathroom, looking for the bandages and some antibacterial wipes. I walked back into the room, and sat beside frank on the sofa. I gripped his chin in my left hand as I cleaned out the cut. "Frankie keep still!" I shrieked as he squirmed restlessly against my hand as I pressed the wipe onto his cut. Finally I finished tending to his cut, and he slumped back against the sofa, out of breath due to the struggle he put up.
"t-that was agonizing!" Frank panted, holding a hand up to his heart. I laughed. I genuinely laughed! I haven't done that since...never mind.
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The night past in a blur of horror movies; Frankie jumping like a girl and me laughing humourlessly every time someone died.
"Pfft. I can kill better that him. Fuck that shit." I grumbled, walking out into the kitchen to make some coffee.
"I bet you can, considering you've only got caught once and you escaped the toughest prison around" frank said with mock enthusiasm.
"So tell me about yourself then, sugar" I said, picking him up and setting him on the stained kitchen counter.
"Uhh…what do you want to know?" he asked, nibbling nervously on his lip.
"Everything" and with that, frank and I talked about everything, Right from the beginning up until the present day. We spoke about our childhood up until present day. Turns out Frankie here, went to the same high school as me, before moving out of the state four years ago, and has only just moved back. AND he was Mikey's old best friend, before he moved; I don't know how I don't remember him.
"Black flag are waaaaaaaay better than the misfits!" Frankie said, failing his arms around to emphasize his point.
"Nu-huh! Misfits are better!" we had many playful arguments like this; whether it be about music, movies or just general life. Even though we had some differences, we were pretty similar. I wish I could have met him earlier, maybe if I had bothered to come out of my basement once in a while, then I would have noticed frank ages ago.
Every little thing that came out of Frank's mouth made him more attractive to me. He has the bubbliest personality, ever. He's also one of the nicest people you could ever meet. I've always known I was gay, but I've never actually had a boyfriend. I've had plenty of offers, but none of them appealed to me. With frank, this is a different story.
"So… if you don't mind me asking… why did you start killing people in the first place?" I hesitated, looking anywhere but frank. Should I tell him? Or no? He shared secrets with you, you should tell him.
"Revenge," I looked straight into his eyes. "Uh… a month or two before I started killing my father died… it turns out the government killed him because apparently he knew too much and wasn't willing to take there side. I always protected people from harm, and they killed my father. I wanted revenge. Now it's an addiction." I took another sip of my now lukewarm coffee as he processed the information.
"I'm sorry…" he had the most sincere look in his eye, not those sympathetic looks people give you when you need cheering up, no. He meant it.
"Eh, it's not your fault, c'mon sugar, let's go to bed, it's late… um… early..." I trailed off, realising it was almost four in the morning. I took frank's hand and lead him up the stairs. I left the light on in the bathroom, just encase, and showed him to the guest bedroom.
"Thank you for taking me in, gee… goodnight" he smiled slightly, gnawing on his lip ring.
"No problem, g'night, sugar" I pressed a kiss lightly to his forehead and walked towards my own bedroom.
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'America's serial killer, Gerard Way has reportedly kidnapped a young boy. Frank Iero, 18, was seen being taken away by Mr. Way at 11:15 last night at Evergreen Park. Mr. Bert McCracken, was one of the many people who witnessed the kidnapping, saying that Mr. Way dragged the boy kicking and screaming from the park. If you see either of these two men, please contact the police immediately.'
"Bull. Shit. That's not what fucking happened!" I screamed, snapping the TV remote with my hands.
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So we find out why gerard started killing! r&r please!ox
The walk to my house was quiet and uneasy. Frank kept peering up at me, utterly confused. I, myself, was confused. Why was I being so nice to him? I should have just left him if I couldn't bring myself to kill him. But there was something about this boy that intrigued me. The way his hair flops over into a careless curl round his right eye. The way his lip and nose ring glisten under the street lights, the way he nibbles his lip every time he looks at me. I looked down at Frank, and realised he was eyeing my knife in the front pocket of my jeans, with a nervous expression. "You can hold it, if it would make you feel better" I said with a smirk before adding "just don't stab me with it" after a few moments, he stopped walking and made a 'give it here' motion with his hand. I pulled the knife out of my pocket and dropped it in his hand. He grinned as he flicked the blade up. His smile disappeared as quickly as it came when he saw the dried blood covering the blade. He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, to which I just shrugged.
It took us half an hour to get back to my place, which is twice as long as it should have took, but hey-ho. "Right, i'm gonna get the first aid shit, so like sit down and wait for me or something…" I said, pointing to the sofa. Ha. I never thought I was so awkward. But I haven't had guests in years, other than family, so I guess I can be let off?
"Your not gonna poison me are you?" he asked with a playful smirk.
"Nope"
"Are these cushions filled with knives?"
"No"
"Are there going to be dismembered body parts in the sofa?"
"You ask too many questions"
"HA! So there are body parts in the sofa!" he was now grinning like a five year old on Christmas.
"Maybe" I said, walking out of the room. I knocked over everything in the bathroom, looking for the bandages and some antibacterial wipes. I walked back into the room, and sat beside frank on the sofa. I gripped his chin in my left hand as I cleaned out the cut. "Frankie keep still!" I shrieked as he squirmed restlessly against my hand as I pressed the wipe onto his cut. Finally I finished tending to his cut, and he slumped back against the sofa, out of breath due to the struggle he put up.
"t-that was agonizing!" Frank panted, holding a hand up to his heart. I laughed. I genuinely laughed! I haven't done that since...never mind.
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The night past in a blur of horror movies; Frankie jumping like a girl and me laughing humourlessly every time someone died.
"Pfft. I can kill better that him. Fuck that shit." I grumbled, walking out into the kitchen to make some coffee.
"I bet you can, considering you've only got caught once and you escaped the toughest prison around" frank said with mock enthusiasm.
"So tell me about yourself then, sugar" I said, picking him up and setting him on the stained kitchen counter.
"Uhh…what do you want to know?" he asked, nibbling nervously on his lip.
"Everything" and with that, frank and I talked about everything, Right from the beginning up until the present day. We spoke about our childhood up until present day. Turns out Frankie here, went to the same high school as me, before moving out of the state four years ago, and has only just moved back. AND he was Mikey's old best friend, before he moved; I don't know how I don't remember him.
"Black flag are waaaaaaaay better than the misfits!" Frankie said, failing his arms around to emphasize his point.
"Nu-huh! Misfits are better!" we had many playful arguments like this; whether it be about music, movies or just general life. Even though we had some differences, we were pretty similar. I wish I could have met him earlier, maybe if I had bothered to come out of my basement once in a while, then I would have noticed frank ages ago.
Every little thing that came out of Frank's mouth made him more attractive to me. He has the bubbliest personality, ever. He's also one of the nicest people you could ever meet. I've always known I was gay, but I've never actually had a boyfriend. I've had plenty of offers, but none of them appealed to me. With frank, this is a different story.
"So… if you don't mind me asking… why did you start killing people in the first place?" I hesitated, looking anywhere but frank. Should I tell him? Or no? He shared secrets with you, you should tell him.
"Revenge," I looked straight into his eyes. "Uh… a month or two before I started killing my father died… it turns out the government killed him because apparently he knew too much and wasn't willing to take there side. I always protected people from harm, and they killed my father. I wanted revenge. Now it's an addiction." I took another sip of my now lukewarm coffee as he processed the information.
"I'm sorry…" he had the most sincere look in his eye, not those sympathetic looks people give you when you need cheering up, no. He meant it.
"Eh, it's not your fault, c'mon sugar, let's go to bed, it's late… um… early..." I trailed off, realising it was almost four in the morning. I took frank's hand and lead him up the stairs. I left the light on in the bathroom, just encase, and showed him to the guest bedroom.
"Thank you for taking me in, gee… goodnight" he smiled slightly, gnawing on his lip ring.
"No problem, g'night, sugar" I pressed a kiss lightly to his forehead and walked towards my own bedroom.
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'America's serial killer, Gerard Way has reportedly kidnapped a young boy. Frank Iero, 18, was seen being taken away by Mr. Way at 11:15 last night at Evergreen Park. Mr. Bert McCracken, was one of the many people who witnessed the kidnapping, saying that Mr. Way dragged the boy kicking and screaming from the park. If you see either of these two men, please contact the police immediately.'
"Bull. Shit. That's not what fucking happened!" I screamed, snapping the TV remote with my hands.
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So we find out why gerard started killing! r&r please!ox
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