Gloves

Those green eyes sent unpleasant shivers down his spine, reminding him of the nightmares that ad plagued him for months and the waking dream he had lived in for years afterwards. The same green eyes that had grown wide and frantic, but also smug and accomplished, like that had been his plan all along.
"Oh my god!" groaned Gerard, letting his head fall back in exasperation. "Fucking siblings!" He lifted his head again and glared. "Remind me to murder Mikey when I get home, before he can get me."
"You shouldn't be making jokes in a time like this, Gerard."
He grinned. "I was only trying to shed a little light on a dark situation." He chuckled at his own pun and wiggled his hands distractedly.
His captor rolled her eyes. "So I assume you recognize me?"
"Of course!" he said, grinning humorlessly. "I mean, you have his eyes, Kara."
Those same green narrowed in a less-than threatening glare. "You have a lot of balls, speaking so casually to me."
Gerard sighed irritably. He had spoken to Kara Griffin when he had been tracking down her brother, speaking to her last when he shared his condolences. "Listen, if you want revenge, you could have just terrorized me, rather than my friend in the other room. You have nothing against him."
"Oh," she chuckled, "but I do. Anyone who can make you of all people happy needs to be put down."
A pause.
"Put down? The fuck? He's not a dog!" Gerard exclaimed, sudden rage filling his veins. He tugged at the rope roughly, ignoring the sting that came with it. "He's Frank! And he's my responsibility and I'm not going to let you touch him!"
Kara crouched down in front of him, just out of his bite-range. "Why can't you just admit that he's your little boyfriend?" she asked, smirking at his confused and rightfully enraged expression.
He did not see the point in the question. "Okay, whatever, he's my boyfriend! Just don't touch him!" he demanded, leaning forward to snap at her face. She wiped some spit from her face and stood, still smirking.
"Great. Then it'll hurt even worse while I slowly rip him apart with a needle and pliers," said Kara as she neared the door, smiling back at Gerard sweetly. Gerard was practically fuming, tugging harder at his bindings and spitting curses and threats at his captor.
And then the ropes snapped.
Gerard did not bother ripping the hemp from his ankles; he simply grabbed the chair behind him and smacked her in the head with it. He huffed and stomped his bare foot, wincing when he jostled his open wounds. "You better stay down," he threatened, dropping the chair and searching around the room for his gloves. He kept a weary eye on her unconscious form and picked up a pair of bloody workman's gloves. They would do until he got his back.
His gestures were exaggerated as he wrapped duct tape around Kara, as if demonstrating for an audience of college kids majoring in kidnapping. He not-so-gently propped her up against a wall and grumbled under his breath. He opened the door with some difficulty, wondering vaguely how little 5'2" Kara could yank it open, considering it weighed about as much as she did. He did not dwell on the notion for long.
Gerard sigh in relief when he opened the adjacent door and found a distressed Frank squirming against his ropes. He looked up and noticed Gerard in the doorway, grinning much more than he should have been.
"Gerard!" he gasped, rocking his chair to the side and almost dumped himself onto the concrete floor. Gerard laughed a breathy giggle and rushed to Frank's side, pulling the hemp free and tugging his boyfriend into an urgent hug. Frank burrowed himself into Gerard and breathed in deeply, ignoring the scent of sweat and blood. Well, maybe not so much the blood. He pulled back and gazed at Gerard. "You're bleeding," he said, frowning at Gerard and examining his wrists.
The black-haired boy laughed again. "I know," he assured, pressing a soft kiss to Frank's lips desperately. He recognized it as their first and pressed harder, enjoying the quiet moment before pulling back and burying his face in Frank's dirty hair.
"How'd you get out?" asked Frank quietly, his lips brushing Gerard's neck comfortingly.
The taller boy chuckled lightly and kissed the top of Frank's head. "It really is amazing what uncontrollable rage and a little prompting can do," he replied. He pulled back, not enough to release the smaller boy (there was nothing that could pry him off of Frank at this point), to look at Frank's grimy face. "Now, let's get the police out here, yeah? There must be a phone around here somewhere."

Notes

...it's coming to end, friends. Soon. Not yet, but very soon. And I already have this bitchin' idea for another full length one. Vampires and episodic chapters. But there will be a plot, a for-sure plot with a big 'ole problem and a solution and all kinds of shit.
Not too much left, friends.
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-Stitches