As the Blood Runs Down the Walls (Gerard Way x Reader)

(Chapter 6) S-I-N I S-I-N

Another day elapsed and the next evening arrived. We had talked to Billie Joe but to no avail. He claimed he did nothing of the sort and after at least a few hours of questioning, we moved on. Still keeping him on the brief list of suspects thought. 

There was still no sign of the snow to cease enough for the team to get to the hotel which brought another day of disheartenment. The other guests were starting to get fed up with having to stay here because of both the snow and investigation. Many of them were supposed to be on their way days ago, yet still had to stay. 

Frank and I both were waiting for the inevitable next body to be reported. It was almost as if all of our choice was stripped away; We didn't have any way to know or stop who was going to fall victim next, this murderer had us right under their control and discretion. They had us all under their thumb and there's nothing we could do. We had nothing unless our other investigators could get there which was false hope. All this to say, our spirits were in the gutter. 

Frank and I were in our room that evening, Frank reviewing the evidence we'd collected on our own and I chiming into his theories and observations he said aloud from afar. I lied down on the squeaky bed with my hands laced behind my head, staring at the ugly popcorn ceiling. I let out a prolonged sigh. 

My view of the hotel had tarnished and spoiled since our arrival. The place was not one you would want to look too closely at. Meaning, yes it was just an elegant hotel with a glorious view of the mountains. But at the same time, if you paid attention to the stained carpet, the yellowed wallpaper, the cracked tiles, or the probably asbestos-containing ceilings and drywall, you'd see that the hotel wasn't as pleasant as it was advertised. And to add on that there was a spree of murders going on, that place was hell on earth. 

"Frank, is there really anything we can do? We're practically sitting ducks until that snow melts and they can get up here," I thought aloud. 

He rose from his chair running his hand through his hair with a huff. 

"I don't know. We basically are just wasting time until they can get here which isn't ideal by any means. You have to keep in mind that we can't give up just like that. We have to do our part in this until we can pass the torch on." He said trying to be as optimistic as possible yet failing miserably. 

"I guess you're right Frankie bu-" I started but stopped because there was a knock at the door. 

Our eyes averted from each other and darted across the room to the door. Now I won't lie, I was a bit anxious to answer the door with a murderer on the loose, but Frank so graciously went and looked through the peephole for me. He then cracked the door open and talked to the person on the other side. "Y/n it's for you," he called. 

I inched closer to the door and a grin appeared on my previously frowning lips. "Hey Y/n," Gerard greeted casually. 

To my right, I could see Frank looking between the both of us most likely trying to figure out how I knew this man. From the blush probably present on my cheeks and Gerard's usual smirk, Frank's mouth dropped agape then also turned into a knowing smirk. "Hi Gee," I replied. 

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me?" He proposed. 

"Of course, I'd love to," I responded quickly. I was starving seeing as I hadn't had dinner yet since I wanted to put off having to eat from the hotel kitchen as much as possible. But having him there on a date would make the unavoidable experience better, so why not? 

As I walked out the door and we started down the hallway Frank yelled, "Be safe, don't get murdered!" 

"Okay! I'll try!" I hollered back with a laugh and shook my head. "Don't mind him he's just joking," I assured looking back at Gerard.