Hell or High Water

“W-what!?” Frank screeched. Brendon bursted out laughing.

“I’m kidding! Fuck! You should have seen your face though!” Brendon laughed, slapping his knee. Frank let out a sigh of relief. “But in all seriousness you’re going to die.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Frank grumbled.

“Okay. Gerard’s going to kill you. You see, in order for Death to fully be born he must devour the soul he love the most which happens to be you. Tragic isn’t it?”

“Why must Death be fully born?” Frank asked, glancing at Gerard.

“Because that’s the way the world works. It’s something that no one questions.” Brendon sighed and leaned on his cane. Mikey sat down and rubbed his face. Frank chuckled, breaking the silence. Soon those chuckles turned into full out laughter.

“Shit. I’ve got to say, this is the second most hilarious thing in the world!” Frank giggled earning weird stares from the reaper and War.

“Frank… Are you okay?” Mikey asked hesitantly. Frank grinned.

“Oh yeah Mikey! I’m fucking peachy! I’m only ya know… Going to fucking die in less than six weeks! The man I love is going to kill me.” Frank’s laughs stopped and his gaze dropped to the floor. Mikey glared at Brendon and appeared behind him. He dragged Brendon out of the room making the mistake of leaving Frank alone. Frank walked to the bathroom and locked the door. He dug around looking for anything sharp.

Frank growled and then grinned in triumph when he pulled open the bottom drawer which conveniently was filled with toiletries. He broke the disposable razor and pulled the blades out. Frank pulled his pants down to his knees and dug the blades into his skin. He let out a low groan and cut deeper.

“Frank!? Frank what are you doing in there!?” Mikey yelled through the door.

“Nothing!” Frank yelled, pulling the razors out and putting them back in the drawer. He pulled the bandages and gauze out and wrapped his thighs. Frank flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He unlocked the door and walked out. Mikey yanked Frank’s sleeves up checking for cuts. “Woah Mikey. I didn’t cut myself if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking.” Mikey snapped. Frank pulled his arms away and walked over to Gerard. Mikey walked to the bathroom and dug through the drawers. Frank rubbed his legs, thanking god he was wearing black sweats.

“Hey Mikes! I’m going to sleep!” Frank called, laying down on the couch and pulling the blanket over his head.

“Frank-”

“Sleeping! Wake me up when september ends.” Frank mumbled and closed his eyes. Mikey sighed.

“Okay…”

Notes

So the main reason this chapter was written because of the whole "You're going to give birth to the anti-christ" thing

No Frank is not going to give birth to the anti-christ, as interesting as that may be it doesn't fit in with the plot and a lot of good stories end because of a goddamn baby!