Gloves

Frank trembled slightly. He felt Gerard's arm circle around his waist, tugging him closer. His red eyes were widened considerably, tucking the small boy under his arm as if to keep him safe from the piece of paper. The detectives and stout mortician stared on in alarm, befuddled by the teenagers' reactions.
Let the games begin.
A shudder crept its way up Gerard's spine, seeping through a crack that remained in his shell. His body was suddenly cold and clammy, and Frank could feel it as his hand found his own. He leaned into Gerard, trying to bring comfort to himself.
Louis was the first to speak. "Boys, what's wrong?" He shuffled forward and looked at the small sheet of paper. "Gerard, what does this mean?" He did not get an answer. "Frank?" Still no answer.
"Where did you find it?" Billie asked after reading over the slip.
Louis frowned deeper. "Her mouth. Why?"
Billie did not answer, opting to approach the two boys slowly, as if encroaching on a pinned wild animal. He touched the taller boy's shoulder. "Gerard...?"
He jerked back, shielding Frank's body with his own and growling deep in his throat as warning, red eyes flaming a vibrant rage-filled color. He relaxed slightly when he realized it was merely his friend, but kept his arms wrapped around the smaller boy in an increasingly protective gesture. His eyes remained alert and wary.
Billie let his hand fall down. "Can you tell us what this means, Gerard? Frank?"
They glanced at each other. Panicked tears flooded Frank's vision after a moment. This was not a joke, some sick, elaborate prank; this was real. Too real. There was a chance that they could die, for real this time. There was no coming back a second time. He buried his face in Gerard's chest, squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to block the world -- the horrifyingly real world -- out. He could feel Gerard's arms grip him tighter, desperate to stop the quiet sobs coming from the small boy.
Gerard looked away from his childe and up at his friend. "It's a game," he laughed, a cracked, broken sound coming from him. "Starring us!" His audible laughs stopped when his voice crack, becoming breathy exhales. He did not cry, Billie noted, simply stroked the smaller boy's hair in a motion to calm himself more that to appease Frank.
"Let me take you home," the blue-eyed detective offered, smiling sadly at the teenagers. He received a nod from the taller of the two, who ushered the other out slowly. He whispered something in Frank's ear, which silenced the boy long enough to get to the car. The ride was silent, filled with Billie shooting the two concerned glances in the rear view mirror. Gerard stared ahead emotionlessly when he was not consoling Frank.
They pulled up in front of the house, Frank pulling himself out before Gerard, stray tears tracking down his face. Gerard nodded at his friend in thanks before joining his childe and walking with him to the door. They entered, which was an incentive to drive away.
His worry overwhelmed his anger. A game. How sick was that? They were only high schoolers; what sick fuck would drag a couple of kids into their game of cat and mouse? Billie wondered what they were up to now that he was gone, how they were coping with the challenge. He knew immediately that Gerard would do anything to keep the smaller boy safe. He knew about Gerard's strong sense of attachment and loyalty to his loved ones, including those he had unintentionally killed and brought back. He knew of Gerard's failures in that past, and he knew of Gerard's determination to never let something like it happen again.

Notes

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