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Desolation Row

Welcome To The Black Parade

Gerard and Frank left the group, walking towards the woods behind Carriage Park Estate, an awkward silence hung in the air. “He’ll be ok G” Frank reassured, taking hold of his hand. He snatched it away and stormed off without looking back. He stood in the street, dumbfounded as he watched Gerard storm up the dirt track and into the wood, eyes fixed to the floor. “Hey wait a minute” He called out. He ran into the woods, calling out at him to slow down as he desperately tried to keep up.

Gerard said nothing, ignoring Frank as he walked off faster into the woods, kicking up the leaves as he walked. He felt his hands curl into fists, a sense of anger washing over him. “Gerard just stop!” Frank shouted, finally catching up. He turned to face a red-faced Frank, an angry sneer spread across his face. Frank brushed the hair out of his face just in time to see Gerard swing for him. He backed away, his fist missing his face by inches. “What the hell are you doing?” He cried, shocked at his sudden change of temper. Gerard swung at him again; deep down he didn’t want to hurt Frank but knowing that Mikey had disappeared, wandered off in the middle of the night and vanishing without a trace, while he sat up all night, getting shit faced and fucking Frank. “This is all your fault” He screamed, kicking out at Frank. His foot caught Frank in the shin and he fell to the floor, Gerard’s fist smacking him across the cheek as he fell amongst the twigs and sodden leaves. “What the fuck is wrong with you” Frank shouted, his hand covering his cheek.

Suddenly Gerard stopped, stepping away from Frank, his eyes widening with horror. “I... I’m so sorry Frank” he stammered. He started towards him, feeling sick with guilt. He reached out to him, his hands trembling as he did so. Frank moved away from him, struggling to his feet alone. There was a moment of complete silence, as though the world had suddenly stopped. Frank moved his hand away, a tiny amount of blood trickled down his fingers. “Well I hope you’re proud of yourself” He scolded, wiping his cheek with the back of sleeve. Gerard watched as he wiped up a small cut on his face. “I did that. I’m the one who cause that to happen” He thought to himself, blinking back the tears. “I... Frank I.... You know I don’t mean to hurt you...” Gerard stammered, trying hard to force back the tears. Frank shook his head. “I tried to help you G, I still am. But he’s my friend too; you can’t just lash out at me like that” Frank replied.

He sighed, walking past Gerard. Ever since his mum had been admitted to Bedlam Institute, his father had gone off the rails; drinking every night and blaming his kids for their mother’s breakdown. He remembered the endless trips Gerard and Mikey had to hospital; glass in their arms or backs, a cigarette burn and on the odd occasion, a broken nose- maybe a broken arm or leg if you were lucky enough to meet his temper. “I don’t want to, you know I love you Frank, I care about you” He said softly. Frank didn’t respond, he didn’t know how to. He loved Gerard, more than he had ever loved anyone before but he couldn’t live like this; living in fear of his temper. “Please, Frank” Gerard pleaded, grabbing his arm. Frank turned and saw the tears welling in his eyes. “I can’t go on without you”

They looked into each other’s eyes, Frank wrapping his arms around Gerard, his eyes closing as he pressed his lips against his. He ran his fingers through his poison red hair while Gerard pulled him in closer; his hands feeling their way down his back, grabbing his behind. Frank pulled away, a smile broadening upon his face as he felt Gerard growing hard. “Well, what are we going to do about that?” Frank said quietly. Gerard grinned. He kissed him, his tongue moving in rhythm with Frank’s as he felt for his zipper. He felt Frank’s fingers lock around his jeans, sliding them down his legs. He closed his eyes, waiting impatiently yet excitedly to feel his lovers’ hands on him.

A moment had passed and nothing had happened. He opened his eyes only to find Frank staring over his shoulder, fear flickering in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked. Frank opened his mouth to speak but found that he could not form the words to describe the horror he had just witnessed. Gerard turned; a horrified scream erupted from his lips as he did so.
Not far from the boys, merely a few meters from where they stood, was an old oak tree which stood almost out of place a clearing of the woods. Hanging from the tree, twitching in an almost inhumanly fashion, was Mikey.

Within seconds, Gerard ran through the woods, kicking up various bits of wooden debris, screaming his brother’s name as he so desperately tried to reach him. Frank followed close behind him, kidding himself that it wasn’t their friend; it wasn’t the boy he had grown up with and thought so much of, the boy he considered to be family. They finally reached Mikey, his pale, bloodstained body still twitching in the shade of the old oak tree. Frantically, they tried to untie the rope, reassuring Mikey, if not themselves, that everything will be ok. “I’m here now, oh god, everything will be alright I promise” Gerard cried, hysterically pulling at the rope, hoping that it would undo.

The woods grew quiet. Mikey’s hung in the air, swaying gently in the wind; the twitching had finally stopped. “NO!” Gerard screamed, burying his face in his younger brother’s lap, tears streaming down his face. “No, please no, please don’t take him from me!” he cried, thumping his fist against Mikey’s leg. Frank backed away, unable to speak, unable to shed a tear for his friend; the shock had knocked him for six. He fell to his knees, a lump rising in his throat but still no tears welled in his eyes. He sat there, listening to Gerard pleading for his brother; pleading for him to come back. There was no coming back from this, there never would be. Gerard turned his head, his arms wrapped tightly around his brother’s legs. He wiped his eyes as they focused on the old oak tree; his cries had stopped, evolving into muffled sniffs and whimpers.

“Frank” He croaked. But by this time, Frank had seen it too. Upon the old oak tree, which stood so out of place within the clearing of the woods, written in blood, was a message; a message which would haunt and terrorise the minds of the boys for days after the event. The message, scrawled in blood, read:

You’re Next.

Notes

Who killed Mikey and why are they after them? Find out in the next chapter!

Comments

@mindchemicals
Don't get too sad- I'm planning to write an alternate ending to this story, it's a shocker x

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/17/14

whyyyyy nooo, no one can die, well jane sure as hell can, but not one of the guys! why would you do that to our poor little hearts!??

mindchemicals mindchemicals
4/17/14

@mindchemicals
Thanks :) x I'm glad your enjoying it x

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/15/14

Damn that was so worth the wait!! :)

mindchemicals mindchemicals
4/15/14

@frommars
Thank you so much! :) xxx

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/15/14