Sex and violence.

Frank's P.O.V

"Bob, Sane get your ass over here!" Right away I find the two by Bob's locker, digging through some stuff before their heads snap in my direction.

"What is it short stack?" Bob closes his locker shut, Justin standing behind him.

"Way has been giving me a lot of trouble lately." Te only sentence I have to even say before Bob's face lights up.

"Yeah, well let's find the fucker." The only sound between us is his knuckles popping.

"Well what're we waiting for?" I don't blink twice before I turn around and head back over to the library, Gerard's most likely already sitting in the back like always.
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"God damn faggot!." Bob rams his Converse in Gerard's jaw, ripping open some skin as he's already bleeding.

He just whimpers like a sick dog as I nail my VANS in his sides, Blood spills from them too.
"Fuck, Gerard. Stop bleeding and take it like a god damn man you cunt." I cuss as I set myself down on his back, sitting on him as I grab him by the hair. Pulling him face to face with me before I throw a punch in his throat.

His breath is caught short, once he can breathe again his body starts bucking as he gags. Yet I still sit on top of him. I feel his back rise, hitting my crotch.

The thought rushes over me, the way I'm straddled over Gerard, his body thrusting and I'm basically riding him.. The moment flushes through me, my face burns hot and my cock grows hard in my pants.

"Fuck you, you perverted freak!" My voice barks at him, throwing his face to the ground until a gallon of crimson liquid pours from his mouth, staining the bathroom tiles.

Did this kid just vomit blood?!

His face sits in it as his body stops moving.. I feel his body rise and fall. He's still alive, just unconscious.

I look down again and notice I'm still sitting on him.

Without a second thought, I bounce off him and jump back to my feet.

I stand next to Bob and Justin as we all stare at Gerard, his body starts to wiggle again as he gags once more. Seconds later more vomit spills onto the floor, coughing as the liquid sticks to the back of his throat.

Scary thing is.. I don't seem to even care that I'm watching Gerard on the floor, puking his brains out. I just lead Bob out the door, just seeing the kid sickens me.

Justin isn't with us when we walk out, fuck it. We're not getting in any trouble.



Gerard's P.O.V

The first thing I remember is Frank throwing himself on top of me, then me spilling out blood everywhere.

Now the last thing on my mind is how the fuck did I end up in a hospital room?

No one else was even in there, it was just me.

My arm itched from the IV poked into the skin on the inside of my elbow. A wide white bracelet hanging off my wrist with my name and age on it.

But nothing telling me why the fuck I'm in here, the only other thing in the room is just a white board on the wall

Good afternoon Gerard!
Your nurse: Lindsey
Doctor: Baggens
Feel better soon! (:

Well, guess they're planning on me saying for a while.. so with nothing else better to do I just turn the tv on, lucky for me Frankenstein is on.
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I've been watching tv for the passed our, a nurse handing me a tray of food which really wasn't any help cause I was in no mood for eating.

Another half hour, another nurse came in. This time it was a different one, this nurse was younger, long black hair and well arched eyebrows.

"Hello Mr. Way. How are you feeling?" Her voice is sweet as she takes my tray, checking my heart rate.

I wait for her to finish counting my pulse before I throw the question at her.

"Um, this may sound dumb but why am I here?" Her head cocks as if she's confused.

"No one told you?" I watch her as she walks towards me.

I shake me head.

Her face turns to a sad pout.

"Oh, well you're on the twelfth floor, sorry but you have cancer."

Notes

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DUNNN well now you know