We Don't Fight Fair

I stood up and wandered through the halls. Turning around to give the pristine walls one last look, I slipped throught the door labeled "Fire Escape". After I was sure that I was out of sight, I started to run. With tears streaming down my face and I let out tiny sobs each time one of my feet hit the pavement.

I didn't know where I was going, but I wanted to go far. My muscles ached and I felt sick to my stomach again. My vision was blurring and my head was spinning. I felt a sturdy hand clamp my shoulder. "Hey there, son are you okay?" I whipped around to see a police officer. He looked awfully similar to me.

He could sense my hesitancy to answer and he pulled out his I.D. Officer Dean Riess. He looked so warm and inviting. He opened his arms knowingly and I sank into his arms. That's when I heard the most inhumane sound I have ever heard. A hysterical cry mixed with agony and despair. I jumped, startled, and he also looked around nervously, and ushered me into the passenger seat.

"So what's your deal, kid?" He asked, although he didn't look much older than me. "Frank. Frank Iero. My boyfriend died tonight," I managed in the most "in control" tone I could. He nodded and hummed in sympathy.

We took a sharp left, and I began to get nervous. Apparently I thought that I was too good to listen to all the lectures about getting into cars with strangers.

I looked at him, desperate for any kind of reassurance that I was safe. Instead, I was met with psychotic giggles. Oh shit hell no.

We've arrived at our destination, seemingly. He brought me to a beat up old cabin. It was very remote, and all I could do was pray to God that I would stay alive after this. I prayed that Gerard was watching over me, and wouldn't let anything too serious occur.

He shoved me throught the enterance. I almost fell onto a table littered with needles and chemical packets. My eyes widened. Why the hell would he take me here?

He cleared his throat and motioned to the door, silently telling me to stay here, or else. I watched in horror as he dragged in man. This explained the screaming from earlier before. If only I hadn't been so stupid!

I kept my eyes shut until I felt a sharp slap to my face, and a dull jab in the head. The pain he was causing me was unreal. I felt so helpless. I could do nothing but scream out in pain every time I felt something torturous. Eventually, I think he got his fill, and he tied my hands behind my back and threw me into a closet.

The only sounds were my sobs that echoed around the small space. My heart almost stopped when I heard another voice. "F-Frankie?"
OH.
MY.
FUCKING.
GOD.

"GERARD!!!"

Notes

Twisty and turny! I had no intention of making the story thus way, but shit happens! Anyway, I'm SO SO SO happy you guys like this so much, I write it all for you!

Love you guys!

-Erinosaur <3