Oh Baby Let Me In

He smiled in the mirror as he watched himself. His face stained a rusty red with smudges of dirt. The caked mix of blood and dirt, flaking off in chunks with the stretch of the skin from his smiling mouth. He remembers the way Bob cowered under him as he lived his last moments. The way the blade of the knife pierced his flesh with every flick of his wrist, the satisfying feeling knowing that the last obstacle that stood between Gerard and Frank being together was gone. Party loved taking over and the chances of Gerard coming back were slim. Getting in the bath, he turns on some music and relaxes, trying to soothe the tension in his now sore muscles. He puts his head back and his mind begins to come up with new ideas on how to break Frank.

Once the pain in his back and ass lessens, he raises onto his forearms and gets on his knees. He winces as the pain once again increases. The skin across his back stretches, causing a searing pain to riddle through him. Whimpering, he degradingly crawls over to the sink in the corner of the basement. Holding onto the ledge, he pulls himself up to his feet. Examining himself in the cloudy mirror above the sink, he takes in the new red marks all along his jaw and his bleeding lip that he had unknowingly bit into. His eyes are swollen and red from the tears, and his nose runny. Turning slowly, he groans at the sight of his back, swollen and bleeding, irritated from the coarse salt rubbed against It. He Grabs the plastic cup beside the sink, filling it up, and goes to stand near the drain in the floor. He lets the warm water run down his back, leaving streaks of blood behind. After repeating the process a few more times, he grabs the only shirt he has and puts it on, trying to ignore the pain of his raw wounds. Glancing at his reflection, he can't help but to think how pitiful he looks. Although a mere ghost of the person he once was, he could still see the glimmer of hope in his eyes that refused to go out. He couldn't take this anymore. He refused to die here with Gerard, Party Poison, whoever the fuck he was! Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, he goes to the foot of the stairs and looks up. He is determined to get the door open one way or another. As quietly as he can, he makes his way up the stairs and to the door. Slowly, he puts a hand on the doorknob and twists, jiggling it around and trying to find fault. But of course, it's locked! His hope begins to dim but stops when he remembers something that could possibly help him out. Going back down the stairs, he opens up one of the boxes in the corner of the basement marked "Donation Clothes". When he had been doing his annual spring cleaning, he had put some clothes down here. Some still had wire hangers on them due to him being to lazy to take them off. Yanking a hanger from the clothing, he begins to bend and twist with his aching hands, trying his hardest to straighten out the flexible metal. When he finally has the hanger to the point where he can put it into the keyhole, he marches back up the stairs and begins to work on the lock.

Stepping out of the tub, Party Poison opens the window to let out the hot steam. He watches the curls of white vapor float and disperse into the night. Getting lost in their slow and graceful swirls, he begins to hear a voice much like his own but with a timid tone.

"Party? Please just let me back. He'll be good now. After everything that has happened, he'll be good."

"Gerard," Party says with a smirk and a shake to his head as if scolding a child, "Do you really believe that? If you do, you're more of a softhearted gullible idiot than I thought."

"He was just angry because of what you did to Bob."

"What I did!? I may be the one in charge and calling the shots, but every idea I have stems from you! You plant the seed and I make it grow. Simple as that Gerard. So no, Gerard it wasn't because of what I did. It was because of what we did!"

"I would never do any of the horrible things you've done to him! I especially would never have killed anyone, including Bob!"

"That's where you're wrong Gerard! You would do all that! I'm only here because I'm that side of you that you've been suppressing for so long. You can't deny me Gerard, and in doing so I am what you created. A way for comic book nerd Gerard to keep existing without tainting his soul. A way for him to get what he wants and not care what he has to do to get it! Have you really made yourself forget!?"

"Forget what?"

"Of course you wouldn't remember!"

"Remember what?!"

"You killed them! Ray and Mikey! You killed your brother and your douche of an Ex!"

"That's not true! You're lying, Ray had a freak accident! Mikey, Mikey, oh god, poor Mikey had an asthma attack! How could you say that!?"

"Because it's the truth!"

"No! It's! Not!" With a strangled yell, Gerard whirls around and punches the mirror. Retracting his bleeding hand, he looks into the bloody mirror. Every shard of broken glass shows him a reflection of what he used to be and what he is now."

He closes his eyes and remembers.

He remembers how terrible and disgusting he felt when his little brother rejected him. The one person who was supposed to love him no matter what had slapped him because he loved him more than he should have. He knows now that he didn't go back up to bed. He was infuriated. He had grabbed the nearest pillow and smothered Mikey until he suffocated to death. Same with Ray. He had rejected and humiliated him, so he did the same to Ray. Watching him spaz out with electric currents running through him was insanely funny.

Party was right. Except now there was no Party Poison, or a timidly shy comic book nerd Gerard. There was just Gerard, who now more than ever is capable of getting what he wants. He begins to laugh hysterically but stops with a scowl on his face when he hears the rattle of a doorknob coming from downstairs. He pauses and holds his breath, listening for the sound. He's about to give up on his intent listening when he hears the squeaky sound of a door opening slowly. A low menacing growl comes up in his throat at the realization that Frank is out. Throwing on the pair of pants he had brought with him, he steps with an almost feline grace down the stairs. He turns the corner into the kitchen and sees Frank standing in the doorway leading to the basement. He has a look of relief on his bruised face that disappears when he catches sight of a furious Gerard. The air is tense and still as the moment drags on, neither man moving nor breaking their stare.

Frank is the first to react, running to the living room and trying to make it to the front door before Gerard. His heart races as he nears the door that leads to freedom. When he pulls it open, he crashes into something solid and is thrown backwards into the front hall. Looking up, he sees Gerard slamming the door shut behind him, his face fixed into a sneer.

"Have you really forgotten about the wrap-around porch you idiot?" Gerard says mockingly.

Using the palms of his hands and heels, he tries to back away from his psychotic kidnapper. He is stopped when Gerard comes forward, stomping on his left hand. He screams in agony and falls flat on his back, cradling his broken hand. Tears leak out of his closed eyes and he feels a presence over him. He opens one eye and comes face to face with a grinning Gerard who is hovering over him.

"Just stop running Frank. There's no use. No matter how much you cry and beg I'm never letting you go. You're mine forever."

Hate consumes Frank and he finds the strength to kick Gerard right on his groin. Frank sends the man to his knees while scrambling to his own two feet. Knowing the front and back entrance are out of the question, he races upstairs to Bob's bedroom. It has a balcony with attached stairs. If he can angle himself just right, he'll be able to jump into the neighbors' backyard. It would be quite the fall, but hopefully the most he would suffer from would be a sprained ankle. Opening the bedroom door, he goes to the sliding doors and pushes aside the long black curtains. He feels elated with his hand on the handle, ready to open the door and escape, although he fills with dread as he realizes it's locked. He unlocks it quickly, only to find the door is still sealed shut. Kicking it, he looks around to see what might be preventing the door from opening. His eyes zero in on one thing: a piece of lumber cut to block the door from sliding open. It could only be removed from the outside.

"Oh Frankieee!!!!" Gerard sing-songs as he comes closer to the bedroom. Panicking, Frank runs into the bathroom, locking the door leading to Bob's room. Turning around, he sees that the other door leading to the hallway is wide open. Rushing to the door, he beats Gerard to it by seconds and manages to lock himself in. He jumps as Gerard bangs on the door. Backing himself into the corner, he looks around trying to figure out what to do next.

Out in the hall, Gerard is dripping with sweat and his face is twisted up in fury as he bangs and kicks at the door. The skin on his hands splitting from the force of his blows to the wood. "Frank let me in! Let me in! LET ME IN!" He gives a kick to the door with each order, making it rattle within the frame.

Inside, Frank curls in on himself and whimpers as Gerard yells out at him. "Come on Frankie baby just let me in. Come on Frankie, I promise I won't hurt you. Frank? FRANK!" He feels wind on his back and looks up to find his escape.

Gerard stands at the door quietly listening and stops for a beat on his violent knocking to give Frank a false moment of ease. After a few minutes of dead silence, he starts to speak in a low voice through the door, "Oh baby let me in. Come on baby just let me in," Gerard says, faking a loving tone. Getting no answer but silence, he grows angrier and begins to abuse the door once again. "LET! ME! THE! FUCK! IN! FRANK!" He punctuates each word by slamming his body against the door. The door swings open and he finds nothing. No sign of Frank; just the open window. He rushes to it and looks out, hoping to find a sign of Frank but sees nothing. He's about to turn around when a sharp pain shoots up his side. Letting out a scream, he crashes to the floor and grasps his side, only to find the blade of a knife there. He feels a kick to his side and is sent onto his back.

Frank looks down at Gerard, weak, helpless, and on the brink of death. He could drive the blade a little deeper and it would be done. Gerard would be gone forever. But Frank doesn't want that. He wants this man - this pitiful excuse for a human being - to suffer for the rest of his life. He hears the sirens getting closer, already on their way. It would all be over soon.

Later, he watches as they take Gerard away in an ambulance, attempting to stop his bleeding. He climbs into his own ambulance and starts to break down; the whole ordeal and the pain of losing Bob finally getting to him. The EMT that was riding along puts an arm around him for comfort, trying to soothe him. "It'll be okay, Frank." He looks up at the man named Brendon with the kind brown eyes. Frank smiles at him, and believes that everything really might just be okay.

EPILOGUE

*Two years later*

Frank makes his way around the hospital trying to find a way out. The damn building always manages to confuse him when he visits Brendon during his shift at the hospital! He curses as he ends up in the same hallway for the fifth time. Giving up, he decides to just catch the elevator to the basement parking lot and then climb the steps to the above ground parking lot. He runs back to the elevator and manages to stick his hand in before the doors slide shut. He presses the B button down and lets out a deep breath as he leans against the wall, looking up at the mirrored ceiling. He looks at his reflection and that of the person with him. A hospital patient with black hair in a white hospital gown. With raised eyebrows, he brings his vision down. His heart starts to beat rapidly as he locks eyes with a familiar pair of hazel ones. The doors open into the lonely basement as he speaks.

"It's nice to see you again Frankie."

Notes

Wow guys it's finally finished. Not my best fic but it was the...second one I had ever started so I am proud regardless. Thanks to all those who read this from the beginning. You all are the best. And a BIG thank you to my wonderful Beta Pants Wearer she is the best!

To all my loyal readers you should hopefully be seeing a Serve it in Drag update soon! Once again thank you for reading and I love comments... ;)

-Venomous Kiss