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It's a Deathwish

Chapter 4: It Never Ends.

"So you're telling me you have no friends, none at all?" Frank had his feet perched on my furniture, slightly irritating me. I've had to repeat myself more than enough times now.

"How many times do I have to say something until it gets to that brain of yours?" I groaned. Frank stood up and removed his feet off the table, slightly making me relax back into my chair. His index finger shot up and I rolled my eyes.

"And that, my friend, is where you are wrong," He confidently explained, "You see, I don't need a brain like you humans do." I covered my mouth with a hand almost as if to capture the chuckle escaping my mouth. He raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"That explains it." I sassily remarked. His face fell before forming a beautiful smile. I felt his cold hand slowly slither across my back, giving me chills. He bent down enough to where his mouth was aline with my ear.

"Ha, ha," He whispered sarcastically and stood back up, "You know, you should consider becoming a comedian someday." I snorted at the thought.

"Yea, maybe if my comic book career doesn't work out, we'll see." I casually replied. His eyes seemed to brighten.

"Comic books... You can draw?" Frank pipped up, genuinely interested. I looked to the floor and slightly blushed. I wasn't really a great artist, but I do know how to draw. I loved it, I felt like I was in my own world when I drew.

"I'm not that good..." I mumbled.

"I bet you're amazing! May I see your art?" I felt his aurora fill with excitement. I smiled and was about to nod, but then I realized no one has ever seen my art before. I wasn't sure if I was comfortable showing it to anyone yet, at least in the meantime. It was very personal for me.

"I -", I hesitated, trying to think of the right words, "I don't feel comfortable showing it to anyone right now. No one's ever seen it. Maybe I can show you some other time though.. ?"

"When you trust me?" He blurted out. I felt a small flicker of anger swell in his chest, but it disappeared just as fast as it had come. I was at lost for words, not wanting to set him off. My mouth fumbled on what to say.

"Well, I don't exactly. We've only known each other for four days and you have weird super powers and shit." I stood up for myself. He creased his brow. He opened his mouth as if to argue, but closed it abruptly. Thank God. I could handle having yet another scuttle with him, we've been doing so good lately. I don't want to ruin it with a stupid fight.

"I suppose." He sighed and turned his golden gaze away from me. I felt the need to comfort him, he looked so small. A frown settled itself on my lips.

"Frank?" I whispered cautiously, as if the words would shatter his small form. He turned to me with a small smile on his face and sad eyes.

"It's nothing, it's nothing.." He quickly repeated over and over again. Yea, there was definitely something wrong.

"Frank, what is it?" My tone was more urgent and harsh. "Was it me?" My features softened a little bit and I reached to cup his hand in mine. He jerked slightly but surprisingly didn't pull away. I gently tightened my grip, urging him to answer.

"It's not you, I promise... Now, enough about me, let's focus on you and your little problem." He tried to assure me and I would've been a fool to fall for it. But I kept it at that and said nothing else of it.

- - -

"How do you even know there's a club and how do you know what time it opens?" I questioned, slowly raising an eyebrow. He simply smirked and cupped his face in his hands.

"Let's just say I've been there a couple times..." He purred and I rolled me eyes in disgust. My mouth swung open and I was just about to whine some more, when he cut me off.

"Ahhh - don't argue. It's final. I'm going to make you look fabulous!" Frank threw his hands up for further effect. Iridescent glitter took to the air and I did a double take. Glitter? How'd that happen?

"Glitter, Frank? Really?" I chuckled at his immaturity.

"Yes - now where's your closet?"

-

"No, no no! This simply will not do!" Frank swung a pair of my black jeans with a few holes in front of my face. I rolled my eyes and sighed. He kept searching until he finally threw his hands up in the air from exhaustion. It was sort of cute.

"That's it - I'm done. You have nothing to wear! You need to buy some new clothes. Seriously. Or at least wash these." He pinched his nose in disgust and motioned over to my black shirts.

"Great. I told you I don't want to go, so now I can't." I could help but smugly smile.

"Ahh, no you're still going," my smile quickly fell, "We'll just have to improvise with what we have." He pulled a dark gray shirt from my closet.

"Now - take off that shirt. You're wearing this." He handed me the shirt and started digging around for some suitable pants. While inspecting the shirt, I quickly realized that it wasn't actually mine, but Mikey's. It was when we went to camp, me and Mikey, and someone had pushed me into the mossy lake, ruining my only shirt that I'd brought. I begged Mikey to let me borrow one of his, and he finally gave in, giving me a distasteful gray shirt that wasn't easy on the eyes. I guess I had never given it back, otherwise it wouldn't be here right now, and I wouldn't be holding it. I eyed the dark shirt with venom, there was no way in hell I was wearing it. No doubt it was 2 sizes too small, I've had it for years.

"Gerard?" I heard a voice softly call. I snapped out of my thoughts and jumped at the sound. Frank met my eyes with caution and confusion.

"Who's Mikey? You always think about him." Tenderness laced his voice and I let out a deep sigh. I smiled and shook my head, unable to meet his concerned gaze.

"Mikey..." I lavished the name on my tongue, half poisoness and half sweet. After how hard I tried, and I tried, I could never truly hate my little brother. And I did think about him a lot, because I really missed him. I missed him so much, and I was just starting to admit it to myself. Perhaps, one day, maybe, I could see him again. But that day is not today, and not for a while now. Maybe even never.

"Mikey was my little brother..." I fiddled my fingers together, determined not to make eye contact.

"Was?"

"Well, is.. I think?" The look of confusion was clear on his face.

"I haven't seen him in years. Or my parents. I moved out when I was young, after.." I sharply inhaled and mentally cursed myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.. I was afraid he might try and search my mind so I tried to put mental barriers up, or at least what I though were. I wasn't even sure how to, but I tried because I couldn't let him hear the rest of that sentence. He'd become even closer to figuring out.

"Oh... I'm -"

"Save it." I hissed. I was tired of hearing that fucking meaningless phrase so much. You're not sorry, so don't act like you are. His face turned a deep shade of red, out of embarrassment or anger, I don't know. His fists visibly clenched to his sides.

"I wasn't going to say "I'm sorry" because that's bullshit and I don't get the point of saying it when it's not true," He snapped back with venom, "Don't act like you know me so well. After all, we've only known each other for "four" days. And no, don't act innocent and pretend to not know what I'm talking about, because dammitt you do." His deceiving eyes were no longer a shimmering golden, but a darker gray with tiny streaks of red. He'd almost looked intimating, if he weren't so small. I was at a lost for words, so I just remained silent while I looked at the floor in shame.

"Go take a shower." He commanded, and I trudged to the bathroom without a word.

-

When I got out of the shower, I discovered Frank wasn't in the room anymore. I slightly panicked, afraid that he might've left me after the fight we had. I didn't think that I could handle that.

What if all of this was just a dream? What if none of this was real, and I'm just waking up from it now? Or even possibly, what if I've been in a coma after the thing happened. I could be a part of someone's messed up dream, and when they wake up, I disappear..

I decided to make myself coffee, still pondering the wild thoughts. I light a cigarette and nonchalantly roll it in between my index finger and my thumb.

Where is Frank? He's been gone for more than two hours and I'm beginning to worry. Has he ditched me? I shivered at the thought. I wouldn't doubt it, I'm not really the easiest person to get along with in the world.

*FRANK'S POV

I paced quickly around the room as Gerard took a shower. I shook my head to try and clear my thoughts, they were running a million miles a second, and I couldn't keep up. I sighed in frustration.

When Gerard was talking to me, I had a some images shoot down out of no where and enter my mind. It was a scattered mess, random and diffuse. It made no sense and I haven't a reason why it came to me.

The first scene was a flock of lustrous white doves, quickly maneuvering their way of woods. They had to have been frightened by something, for their usually perfect order was muddled. The startled creatures wings heavily beat the air in an attempt to escape the ominous forest. A gunshot echoed in the distance and the birds' beautiful white feathers were stained with scarlet blood. The scene then faded out to black.

The second scene was of me, or a mirror image of myself. My desperate eyes searched the mirror in terror, anxiety rolling off of me in waves. My mirror image faded to black until I was completely gone. I looked down at my real self, but I was still there and whole.The giant mirror cracked and suddenly shattered, violently striking me with thick glass. A silent scream escape my lips and I felt hot, thick blood trickle from all part of my body. Then the vision was gone in an instant, and I had a very concerned looking Gerard in front of me. The horror still was reminiscent even though the vision was gone. I desperately tried to ignore it, and pretended to care about Gerard outfit.

My feet found their way to the door and I simply floated through it, not caring where I was going, I just needed to go.

"Hello, Frank." I stopped dead in my tracks.