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Run, Run, Run

by leeisdead

Well baby, better take my advice A black cat crossed your path twice

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: NC-17 - Genres: Sci-fi - Warnings: [X] - Published: 2014-08-06 - Updated: 2014-08-31 - 1583 words

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Sooo... This one is a little different then other ones. The plot is pretty original in my opinion, but that's really all up to you

Title: The Who (a fucking great band if you need a recommendation.)

xxLee


Frank remembered it as if it were just yesterday, the day he discovered he wasn’t normal. He was a first grader living in a foster home, it seems like a sad situation, but Frank found it hard to be sad over people he had never met in the first place.

Frank was the stereotypical doorstep baby, the ones that you see in movies, abandoned on a porch in the rain. Or at least thats what he was always told. He remembered it was nearing christmas, the classroom buzzing with anticipation of the holidays. As the teachers didn’t want to put forth any real effort, they had just told the kids to cut out paper snowflakes, passing out white paper and scissors.

Frank was not a very artistic child, and he struggled in the task of snowflake making, cutting jagged lines into the paper in a desperate attempt in making it resemble something remotely similar to falling snow.

A rather snobby kid that Frank can’t remember the name of chose to look over at his sad, little snowflake, not impressed with Frank’s work. He began taunting with things like, “Wow, is that the best you can do?” and “No wonder you have no friends.”

He tried in keeping his head down and ignoring the snob of a kid, but the mention of how friendless Frank actually was caused him to cringe. He knew he was a loner, he wasn’t sure why, but deep down he felt it had to be that way, but it still hurt for someone else to point it out.

Frank snapped his head up glaring at the snobby child. “I do so have friends!” He lied.

“Where? I’m not your friend, no one here likes you.”

Frank now knows that it was a petty thing to get upset over, but he was only five, he could barely say his Abc’s, much less rationally judge a situation. Five year old Frank felt a rage that many first graders could never even imagine.

It shot through Frank, pumping throughout his system, spreading through his body, causing each limb to tingle. Frank’s tiny hands formed fists as he suddenly grew hypersensitive of everything around him. He could hear the teacher munching on chips across the room, he felt the snobby kid watching him, he heard a fly buzzing around the airduct, everything was suddenly obvious to him.

He stared out a window, thinking how great it would be if it would just shatter, how it would show everyone he was invincible, and it did. It just broke, as if hearing Frank’s command. Shattering glass across the room of children, causing them to shriek and run to the opposite side of the class.

After that, each window followed. Cracking and shattering as Frank wished them to. At this point, everyone was flattened against the wall in a feeble attempt to not get cut by any of the falling shards. Everyone except Frank, who simply returned to the meaningless task of snowflake cutting, humming “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” under his breath.

The snob of a kid rose a shaking finger to Frank. “You, you did it. You- you’re a monster.” Tears rolling down his face as he pressed even closer to the wall, acting as if Frank was in fact the boogieman himself. Frank just stared at him for a while before shrugging and returning to struggling with his snowflake, which now just looked like a shredded up wad of white paper, mainly because it was in fact a shredded up wad of white paper, and it would never be a snowflake.


Frank watched the way the rubber bracelets on his arm bounced along with his every step. He knew running away from his foster home wasn’t the most orthodox solution to his problems, but he wanted to avoid hurting the people he loved.

Along the years he had been able to get somewhat of a grasp on his telekinesis, but even then he knew he was putting everyone at constant risk. Being seventeen he thought himself old enough to atleast talk someone into hiring him.

After falling asleep on a bus and being shaken to life by the exasperated driver, he found himself in a place called Newark. He didn’t know how far from Belleville this place was and he didn’t care. All he cared about was the fact that he had gotten away and was now untraceable. He loved his foster parents dearly, but living with them kept them in constant danger, not that they were ever aware of that.

Frank shook the thought of his past life from his mind, and adjusted the straps of his bookbag.

“Time to live for now.” He reminded himself quietly.

He noted that the streets didn’t look exactly “family friendly” with it’s dark alleyways and shady faces. Frank wasn’t exactly sure what he was in search of, he knew he had to find somewhere to sleep. Luckily he had a considerable sum of money stuffed away in his pack pocket, enough to score him a rundown motel room for at least a week.

Just as Frank was about to stop one of the suspicious looking people on the street for directions, he spotted a help wanted sign. Frank was well aware that working also posed a threat to others, but he had figured as long as he remained distanced from his coworkers he could keep everything under control.

As Frank approached the little shop he was further excited to find that it was comic book store. Frank had been a lover of comics since he was a little kid, they’d always made him feel a little more normal.

The bell signaled franks arrival, welcoming him to a quaint, cramped little shop with shelves stacked closely together. The only person there seemed to be a guy behind the counter with his face jammed in a comic. Frank timidly approached the desk, causing the guy to set down his book.

The man had shoulder length black hair that was clearly not natural, obvious due to the lighter roots just barely poking through. His eyes were a greenish hazel, the shade changing depending on the lighting. He flashed a cheesy smile at Frank, revealing rows of strange, stubby teeth. Overall, Frank found him pretty attractive, which was unfortunate considering Frank wouldn’t be able to act on it.

“Hey, may I help you?” The guy asked, fake smile still in place.

“Uh, I’m here for the help wanted sign.” Frank flapped his hand in the direction of the sign, awkwardly trying to signal what he meant. The guy nodded and ducked his head beneath the desk, resurfacing with several pieces of paper.

“Just, uh, fill these out and what not,” He instructed, shoving the papers towards Frank. “and I’ll look it over.”

“Oh, you own the place?”

“Eh, not necessarily, but it’s sort of a chain business, so the actual bosses could really care less about a random store in the middle of nowhere.” He shrugged.

Frank nodded and wandered over to a couch obscurely pushed into a tight fitting corner. He lied through most of the application. He made himself eighteen, thinking seventeen was just a little too young, and not thinking much of it considering his birthday was approaching anyway. For the address he just jotted down his real address, not knowing any other way to get around it. He just crossed out the phone number section, not having a phone.

He brought the application back up to the counter and watched anxiously as the man read it. The guy was clearly skeptical, arching one eyebrow as he glanced over the application.

He looked back up at Frank. “You live in Belleville?”

Frank hadn’t thought of that. “Uh, yeah. I’m visiting.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

The guy sighed and threw the paper off to the side. “Why in the hell would anyone wanna visit Newark, New Jersey?”

“Uh, my brother. He lives here.” The guy nodded, still not seeming convinced.

“You know what kid? I’m gonna give it to you. Just because you’re cute.”

Frank’s heart skipped a beat. “Please don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“I don’t do friends. Or boyfriends. Or whatever. I just don’t do… people in general.” Frank quickly explained, tumbling over his words. “But thanks for the job.”

“Uh, you’re welcome?” The guy stated it as more of a question. “Just be here tomorrow at eight, kid. I’m Gerard, by the way.” With that he picked his book back up and made a shooing motion at Frank, clearly ready for him to leave.

Frank spun on his heel, gratefully escaping to the street, finally able to breathe. The last thing Frank needed was some sort of relationship. The whole reason he left Belleville was to distance himself from all people. As lonely as it sounded, it was for the best.

As Frank approached a shady looking motel that looked suitable for a slasher film he repeated this in his head.

It’s for the best. It’s for the best. It’s for the best.
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