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said I'd never let you go, and I never did I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it If you didn't have this chance then I never did You'll always find me right there, again
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said I'd never let you go, and I never did
I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it
If you didn't have this chance then I never did
You'll always find me right there, again
Have Faith in me - A Day To Remember
3years later
"Hello?"
"Hi ... Um.... My neighbor needs your help"
"With what?"
"His uh.... His boyfriend beats him.... It's happening right now... I can hear him pounding his fits into him... Throwing him against the walls.... Please, he's just a kid"
"What's the address?"
"No. 13, rose park apartment block 4"
"What's his name? How old is he?"
"His name is Frank.. He can't be anymore than 18. Please he's a good kid he doesn't deserve this!"
"Hang up and forget you ever called me"
The line went dead but Gerard never noticed. He was already loading his gun, trapping the weapon against his skin and waist line of his black jeans. He grabbed his keys and left his apartment. He lived in a remote area of Newark, in New Jersey. His apartment block was small, housing about 10 residents in total. The apartments themselves where modern, and big. Nobody new his name, he didn't talk to his neighbors and that's how he liked it. Since he left the army 12 months ago he had dabbled in a few things, but he always ended up back to the same thing. His gun! When he joined the army all those years ago he had never thought this is where it would lead him, he never thought he would have such a passion for blood, or guns. He was always an art kinda guy, comics and horror paintings where once his passion as a teenager but that slowly became boring for him, much like the army. He had worked his way up quickly in the rankings, he was offered a Sargent's position not long after returning from Iraq. But even that seemed to bore him quickly, only keeping the position for 6 months before taking a leave of absence. He had planned to leave the Military completely but was wavered into taking a long period leave of absence because they couldn't just let someone like him go that quickly god damnet. Plus it meant he still got a fair wage each month. It was a fair deal really, not having to go to work but still having 5,000 a month being paid into your bank, and that was after his bills where paid. Once he had spent a couple of months playing around with this and that, an old friend got in touch with asking him to join his "company", well now he wasn't going to say no. An extra 2 thousand a month on top of what he got from the military was nothing to be sneezed at. He was able to pay for his grandmother healthcare and pay off any debts his parents had so they could live the rest of there happy little lives together in peace and harmony. He was a good son really.
Now he was on his way to some kids apartment to take out his abusive boyfriend because how fucking dear he lay his hands on some kid he was suppose to love. That's what He did now. He took out the pedophiles, wife beaters, child abusers and rapest, amongst the drug dealers and pimps. And he honestly felt great knowing he was able to kill and kill for a reason. He was fucked up in the head, that was for sure but for all the right reasons right? Don't think he is all airs and graces. He's done random killings hear and there for the shear fun of it, but who doesn't these days.
He pulled up outside Rose Park apartment blocks and switched off the engine. Double checking his gun he tucked it back into his waist line, his skin hot against the cool metal. He got out of his car and disappeared into block 4, climbing the stairs with ease humming to himself as he got closer to 13. He could hear banging and dragging noises coming from the other side of the door. Angry shouts mixed in with begging whimpers could be heard if you listened hard enough. To Gerard those sounds where loud and clear. His temper was bubbling the more he inched closer to the room. He had never been apart of spousal abuse nor had any members of his family but he hated people who thought they where above everyone else and thought it was perfectly fine to beat the shit out of someone they where suppose to love.
He took the master key out of his back pocket and quietly opened the front doors. He snook in and shut it behind him gently, placing the key back in his pocket and taking his gun out with the other hand. Aiming he in front of him he walked towards the living room where the beating was obviously taking place due to the noises coming from that area. He took note of how run down the apartment looked compared to the clean exterior of the building. Waking into the living room he witnessed the most horrific scene he had ever seen. Blood covered the lower parts of the walls, blood smeared the old, rotten wooden floor. A man with jet black hair in a back v neck tshirt with his blue washed jeans around his ankles pounding into the small individual who was pinned to the beat up 3 seater that was placed against the wall. Gerard's temper hit a new level, he pulled the trigger hitting the abuser/rapest between the shoulder blades. He let a roar of pain and fell on top of the kid, groaning in pain. The Sergeant walked across the bloody floor; grabbing the abuser by the jet black tiffs and pulled him off the small man, throwing him onto the floor. Gerard proceeded to kick the kicking shit out of the man while the kid slowly dragged himself along the floor and into the bedroom, quickly locking the door behind him. Once Gerard had finished the job he called his runner to come clean up the mess. He walked into the grimy looking kitchen and washed his hands. He took a good look around the kitchen. There was blood stains on the grey coloured walls. Beer bottles littered the counter tops. There was a duffle bag and a guitar case on the table. The guitar case seemed familiar to him but he past it off, it was just a beat up old guitar case. Walking back into the living room area he seen several photographs on the mantle. Pictures that made his heart stop beating, his breath hitch in his throat. His palms got sweaty as he reached out and grabbed the nearest frame. He traced the image of the boy he hadn't seen in nearly 3 years. Then it dawned on him. His boy, his soul mate. The kid that made his heart ache with love had be brutally abused. He turned around quickly searching his surroundings for him, he noticed the door at the end of the corridor with a bloody hand print beside the door nob. He dropped the frame on the floor and ran towards the door but it was locked. He could hear moving around in the room and prayed his bot was ok.
"Frankie... Open the door. Come on baby. Please" the moving stopped the second the Sergeant opened his mouth. "Frankie please... It's Gerard. I know your hurt baby but you gotta open the door for me" he could hear light footsteps slowly making there way towards the door, the sound of the lock opening made him catch his breath. Slowly the door opened and Gerard was face to face with the boy he fell in love with all those years ago. Bloody and bruised but he was just as beautiful as before.
"Gerard?" The boy eyed the Sergeant wearily. He wasn't quite sure why he was in his crappy little apartment and no matter the reason... He had just killed a man. Gerard smiled sadly and reached out his hand to touch Franks cheek making the boy flinch and step back away from him. Gerard's face fell into a hurt and concerned look. It hurt slightly to think the boy was scared of him but he pushed it aside. This wasn't about him, it was about Frank and getting him away from the apartment.
"Baby you know I won't hurt you. It's ok now, you're safe" Gerard healed his hand out towards the kid but made no move nearer. He kept his distance so the boy could breath and make the step Himself. What felt like hours but was no less than 5 seconds Frank made that step towards the man who saved him. With shaky hands Frank placed his tiny hand in Gerard's, instantly he felt safe. He felt at home. "I got you baby."
"You're going to stay with me for awhile. Until you decide what you want to do. But first we need to get you cleaned up." Gerard had driving Frank back to his apartment. He opened the front door and the heat hit Franks shivering frame. He was shaking from head to toe, he just want to shower and sleep for a year, if. It forever. He nodded to show Gerard he had heard him but he didn't feel like talking. The long he walked and stood the more pain he was in. His body was screaming at him to sleep. Gerard seemed to understand though and lead Frank towards the bathroom. He started the water and left to get the bathroom, grabbing towels in his way and throwing them in the dryer so they would be nice and warm once Frank was finished with his shower. When he returned to the bathroom Frank was leaning against the wall trying to hold himself up. He seen Gerard enter the room and reached out for him, All pervasive fear of the sergeant vanishing. He was scooped up in the stronger's arms and carried to the shower, Gerard shank to the floor with Frank still in his arms. Hot sprays of clear liquid soaked the too. Gerard moved the boy around a little so he was seated In between his legs. Frank lead back against the sergeant
"I have you baby. You're going to be ok I promise you"
I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it
If you didn't have this chance then I never did
You'll always find me right there, again
Have Faith in me - A Day To Remember
3years later
"Hello?"
"Hi ... Um.... My neighbor needs your help"
"With what?"
"His uh.... His boyfriend beats him.... It's happening right now... I can hear him pounding his fits into him... Throwing him against the walls.... Please, he's just a kid"
"What's the address?"
"No. 13, rose park apartment block 4"
"What's his name? How old is he?"
"His name is Frank.. He can't be anymore than 18. Please he's a good kid he doesn't deserve this!"
"Hang up and forget you ever called me"
The line went dead but Gerard never noticed. He was already loading his gun, trapping the weapon against his skin and waist line of his black jeans. He grabbed his keys and left his apartment. He lived in a remote area of Newark, in New Jersey. His apartment block was small, housing about 10 residents in total. The apartments themselves where modern, and big. Nobody new his name, he didn't talk to his neighbors and that's how he liked it. Since he left the army 12 months ago he had dabbled in a few things, but he always ended up back to the same thing. His gun! When he joined the army all those years ago he had never thought this is where it would lead him, he never thought he would have such a passion for blood, or guns. He was always an art kinda guy, comics and horror paintings where once his passion as a teenager but that slowly became boring for him, much like the army. He had worked his way up quickly in the rankings, he was offered a Sargent's position not long after returning from Iraq. But even that seemed to bore him quickly, only keeping the position for 6 months before taking a leave of absence. He had planned to leave the Military completely but was wavered into taking a long period leave of absence because they couldn't just let someone like him go that quickly god damnet. Plus it meant he still got a fair wage each month. It was a fair deal really, not having to go to work but still having 5,000 a month being paid into your bank, and that was after his bills where paid. Once he had spent a couple of months playing around with this and that, an old friend got in touch with asking him to join his "company", well now he wasn't going to say no. An extra 2 thousand a month on top of what he got from the military was nothing to be sneezed at. He was able to pay for his grandmother healthcare and pay off any debts his parents had so they could live the rest of there happy little lives together in peace and harmony. He was a good son really.
Now he was on his way to some kids apartment to take out his abusive boyfriend because how fucking dear he lay his hands on some kid he was suppose to love. That's what He did now. He took out the pedophiles, wife beaters, child abusers and rapest, amongst the drug dealers and pimps. And he honestly felt great knowing he was able to kill and kill for a reason. He was fucked up in the head, that was for sure but for all the right reasons right? Don't think he is all airs and graces. He's done random killings hear and there for the shear fun of it, but who doesn't these days.
He pulled up outside Rose Park apartment blocks and switched off the engine. Double checking his gun he tucked it back into his waist line, his skin hot against the cool metal. He got out of his car and disappeared into block 4, climbing the stairs with ease humming to himself as he got closer to 13. He could hear banging and dragging noises coming from the other side of the door. Angry shouts mixed in with begging whimpers could be heard if you listened hard enough. To Gerard those sounds where loud and clear. His temper was bubbling the more he inched closer to the room. He had never been apart of spousal abuse nor had any members of his family but he hated people who thought they where above everyone else and thought it was perfectly fine to beat the shit out of someone they where suppose to love.
He took the master key out of his back pocket and quietly opened the front doors. He snook in and shut it behind him gently, placing the key back in his pocket and taking his gun out with the other hand. Aiming he in front of him he walked towards the living room where the beating was obviously taking place due to the noises coming from that area. He took note of how run down the apartment looked compared to the clean exterior of the building. Waking into the living room he witnessed the most horrific scene he had ever seen. Blood covered the lower parts of the walls, blood smeared the old, rotten wooden floor. A man with jet black hair in a back v neck tshirt with his blue washed jeans around his ankles pounding into the small individual who was pinned to the beat up 3 seater that was placed against the wall. Gerard's temper hit a new level, he pulled the trigger hitting the abuser/rapest between the shoulder blades. He let a roar of pain and fell on top of the kid, groaning in pain. The Sergeant walked across the bloody floor; grabbing the abuser by the jet black tiffs and pulled him off the small man, throwing him onto the floor. Gerard proceeded to kick the kicking shit out of the man while the kid slowly dragged himself along the floor and into the bedroom, quickly locking the door behind him. Once Gerard had finished the job he called his runner to come clean up the mess. He walked into the grimy looking kitchen and washed his hands. He took a good look around the kitchen. There was blood stains on the grey coloured walls. Beer bottles littered the counter tops. There was a duffle bag and a guitar case on the table. The guitar case seemed familiar to him but he past it off, it was just a beat up old guitar case. Walking back into the living room area he seen several photographs on the mantle. Pictures that made his heart stop beating, his breath hitch in his throat. His palms got sweaty as he reached out and grabbed the nearest frame. He traced the image of the boy he hadn't seen in nearly 3 years. Then it dawned on him. His boy, his soul mate. The kid that made his heart ache with love had be brutally abused. He turned around quickly searching his surroundings for him, he noticed the door at the end of the corridor with a bloody hand print beside the door nob. He dropped the frame on the floor and ran towards the door but it was locked. He could hear moving around in the room and prayed his bot was ok.
"Frankie... Open the door. Come on baby. Please" the moving stopped the second the Sergeant opened his mouth. "Frankie please... It's Gerard. I know your hurt baby but you gotta open the door for me" he could hear light footsteps slowly making there way towards the door, the sound of the lock opening made him catch his breath. Slowly the door opened and Gerard was face to face with the boy he fell in love with all those years ago. Bloody and bruised but he was just as beautiful as before.
"Gerard?" The boy eyed the Sergeant wearily. He wasn't quite sure why he was in his crappy little apartment and no matter the reason... He had just killed a man. Gerard smiled sadly and reached out his hand to touch Franks cheek making the boy flinch and step back away from him. Gerard's face fell into a hurt and concerned look. It hurt slightly to think the boy was scared of him but he pushed it aside. This wasn't about him, it was about Frank and getting him away from the apartment.
"Baby you know I won't hurt you. It's ok now, you're safe" Gerard healed his hand out towards the kid but made no move nearer. He kept his distance so the boy could breath and make the step Himself. What felt like hours but was no less than 5 seconds Frank made that step towards the man who saved him. With shaky hands Frank placed his tiny hand in Gerard's, instantly he felt safe. He felt at home. "I got you baby."
"You're going to stay with me for awhile. Until you decide what you want to do. But first we need to get you cleaned up." Gerard had driving Frank back to his apartment. He opened the front door and the heat hit Franks shivering frame. He was shaking from head to toe, he just want to shower and sleep for a year, if. It forever. He nodded to show Gerard he had heard him but he didn't feel like talking. The long he walked and stood the more pain he was in. His body was screaming at him to sleep. Gerard seemed to understand though and lead Frank towards the bathroom. He started the water and left to get the bathroom, grabbing towels in his way and throwing them in the dryer so they would be nice and warm once Frank was finished with his shower. When he returned to the bathroom Frank was leaning against the wall trying to hold himself up. He seen Gerard enter the room and reached out for him, All pervasive fear of the sergeant vanishing. He was scooped up in the stronger's arms and carried to the shower, Gerard shank to the floor with Frank still in his arms. Hot sprays of clear liquid soaked the too. Gerard moved the boy around a little so he was seated In between his legs. Frank lead back against the sergeant
"I have you baby. You're going to be ok I promise you"
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