Hell or High Water

Frank groaned and opened his eyes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around. Frank’s eyes widened as Gerard crabwalked off the ceiling and towards Frank.
“I’ve been expecting you Frank!” Gerard cackled.

Frank flew up with a girlish scream and looked around. Frank looked at the ceiling hoping he wouldn’t see a crab version of Gerard climbing down the wall, much to his relief he didn’t see anything.
“FRANK!” The ear shattering scream of his name pulled him out of his daze. Frank jumped out of his bed knowing who’s scream it was. Frank ran towards the scream and busted through the infirmary doors. Ray, Bob, and Mikey were holding a hysterical Gerard down while Alex was injecting him with sedatives. Frank rushed over but was too late. Gerard went limp in the boys arms. They all besides Frank let out a sigh of relief.
“What the fuck did you just do?” Frank asked pulling the needle out of Gerard’s arm.
“We gave him a sedative.” Alex said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Frank rolled his eyes.
“Well no shit! But why?” Frank clarified.
“Do you not remember? He nearly choked you to death Frank.” Alex sighed.
“What? No, I don't remember.”
“Well take a look in the mirror and you’ll see.” Alex mumbled walking past Frank. Bob and Ray spared one last glance at Gerard and left. Mikey patted Frank on the back and followed the boy’s out. "Fuck." Frank muttered and picked Gerard up. He carried Gerard back to their room and laid him down. Frank sighed and went to rub his neck. Once his hand made contact with his neck a sharp pain radiated from it. “Shit!” Frank hissed and pulled his hand away. Frank sighed again and sat down on his bed. After several excruciating hours of nothing to do Frank sat up and looked at Gerard for the fifth time that hour. Gerard was still sleeping peacefully, or at least to Frank, him not knowing what was going on in the boy’s mind. Frank’s eyes went to the small desk beside Gerard’s bed. Frank groaned and stood up. “Just one peak won’t hurt anyone.” Frank muttered and checked to see if anyone was coming. Seeing that the cost was clear Frank tiptoed over to the desk and slowly started to open the top drawer. There sat a pair of skeleton gloves with an tattered and torn tag on it. Frank gently picked up the gloves and turned the tab over.
TO: Frnk
FROM: Gee ~ XO
“What…” Frank trailed off and sat down next to Gerard. And there he sat staring at the gloves and trying to remember everything he could.
Frank sighed as he walked down the street, he had not talked to *Static* in a while and it was bring him down. The sound of someone calling his name pulled him out of his mood. A voice he recognized as his best friend.
“Frank! Wait up!” The boy yelled running towards him. Frank grinned and started walking towards him.
“*Static* Where have you been man!?” Frank yelled over the rain.
“Around.” The boy with no face replied. Frank shook his head and smiled.
“Well maybe we can go get some coffee or something.” Frank suggested.
“You sure you want to stunt your growth?” The boy asked jokingly. Frank rolled his eyes.
“*Static* I’m and going to stunt my growth now lets go!” Frank grabbed the boy’s hand and dragged him away.

Frank groaned and rubbed his temples. There was a gasp behind him that caught his attention.
“F-f-f-frank!” Gerard yelled trying to grab the gloves from his hands. “G-give it b-b-back!” Frank handed the gloves back to Gerard and looked down at his hands. Gerard put the gloves back in the drawer and sighed.
“Who were you going to give those gloves to?”
“S-s-someone n-named F-f-f-frank, w-w-what d-do y-y-y-you t-t-t-think!?” Gerard yelled and palmed his eyes.
“Was it me?” Frank asked, placing a comforting hand on Gerard’s shoulder. Gerard shrugged it off and glared up at him.
“No.” Gerard spoke strongly. Frank thinned his lips.
“Right. It’s just a coincidence that my name happens to be Frank and that neither of us remember our childhoods.” Frank snapped and got up. “Thanks for almost killing me by the way.” Frank growled and walked out. Frank stormed down the halls and outside. He pulled the pack of cigarettes that Mikey had got him out of his pocket and started smoking. Alex followed behind him and took the pack from him.
“Dude what the hell!” Frank yelled and tried to get them back.
“Where did you get these?” Alex asked stuffing them in his pocket.
“Mikey now give them back!” Alex paused.
“Mikey? Who the hell is Mikey?”

Notes

Shout out to Fangoria who helped me out and gave me his or her idea for this chapter which fits in perfectly with the plot! (The gloves and note)