With Frank now fully believing that I was into him, I had him right where I wanted him. He would never suspect that I would kill him now (not that he ever really did...). But oh boy, was I going to prove him wrong.
I had wanted to kill Frank since I first saw his pretty, little face, but now that I was starting to get to know him better, surely his future death would only be more enjoyable. Killing a stranger is delightful and all, but killing someone who's close to you is the greatest fun of all. There's so much emotion in their eyes besides just fear. They feel betrayed that'd you'd ever dare to hurt them, and they realize that they never should've trusted you.
I know this, because I killed my own parents. It was a few years back, in the middle of the night, when Mikey and I were visiting them for the weekend. When everyone had fallen asleep, I snuck in their bedroom and murdered them both. I hated my parents with a passion and had always wanted to rid them of the Earth. They had never understood me and treated me with such disrespect as a child, that I knew that their lives deserved to be taken away early.
I had cleaned myself up of all the blood and guts afterwards and set up a scene to make it look as if they had killed each other. I left absolutely no evidence that I had even entered the room that night. And to this day, along with all my other successful murders, I have not been caught.
On my way back to bed that night, I had passed by where Mikey was sound asleep on the couch downstairs and actually almost took his life as well. But I knew that it would look too suspicious when the cops came. A murderer would have no reason to spare my life over theirs. Plus, I felt that Mikey deserved to live just a little bit longer. I was sure he'd be of some use to me in the future anyway.
Reminiscing about that night made me smile happily. I wish I could relive it over and over. It had been one of my first few murders, and so far, one of my best.
Unfortunately though, I occasionally wish I had saved one of my parents for later. I didn't have many people that I was close with in my life, at least not anymore, so I was running out of options for more meaningful kills. It was too bad really...
The day after Frank and I had kissed in the bathtub, I had slept in late and awoke to the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. Delicious smells came along with the sounds, and encouraged me to finally roll out of bed.
In the kitchen, I found Mikey, Ray, and Frank together once again. Except this time, Ray and Mikey were excitedly watching Frank, who was in front of the stove.
As I approached, they all turned to me saying hello, but only Frank rushed over and embraced me in a tight hug. Remembering now that I had to pretend to like him back, I tried to hug him back even tighter. He was very pleased by this.
"Frank's making us all breakfast!" Ray enthused, motioning to a bunch of pans that were on the stove. "He claims he's an excellent cook, which is a great thing to have around here".
Frank nodded his head in approval and looked up at me, "I'm making pancakes. Do you want some?" Seeing the happiness radiating from his face forced me to say yes.
So when I agreed to try some, Frank ran back to the stove to continue flipping pancakes. Him and Ray began chatting away soon after, and that's when Mikey approached me.
"Hey, Gerard, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked. I nodded my head, and he led us outside. The moment I stepped out there, I practically hissed at the sun. It was blinding compared to the dimly lit bedroom I had just crawled out of. Mikey didn't seem to have a problem with it though. He obviously wasn't a fan of staying up all night killing people in the dark.
So with great discomfort, I leaned up against the door and waited for whatever nonsense was about to come out of his mouth.
"Gerard, you seem a lot different lately. You're a lot happier about everything and don't sound so... how do I put this... dead inside? I really think Frank is good for you. I don't know how you ended up together in the first place, but you should definitely keep him around. He really likes you, so don't go and do something bad to him".
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Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard)
Fanfiction"Frank Iero. A younger man with a dazzling appearance; pale skin coated in tattoos, stunning hazel eyes, a stupid, overly-excited smile that was almost always plastered across his face... I couldn't wait to smear his blood all over the walls". Gera...