If You Dare
Chapter Ten
"History remembers the battle but forgets the blood."- Seth Grahame-Smith
Gerard and I kept our eyes locked onto the foreign yellow glow of the house, such a sight should ignite a sense of warmth and security but with echoes of the scream still lingering in the air nothing but fear ran through our blood. Gerard’s fingernails dug into the soft flesh on the back of my hand distracting me from the churning sensation in my stomach enough that I began to move forward toward the glow. I kept the torch low and dim, ignoring the black puddles and streaks across the trees as we moved closer to the house. The blood increased the closer we got, painting and tinting nearly every available surface. Whatever he’d done to Mikey, he had bled out, and it had spurted and splattered macabrely decorating the grass and trees.
We moved through the darkness trying to ignore the hushed whispers of the leaves as they rustled, and followed the hoary mist that floated and danced along the haphazard path. The air turned sour as fetid trails of air swept leaked through the cracked windows of the manor. Gerard and I stopped in the same spot where we had first met, and cast our eyes upon the dark outline against the moonlight sky. It hadn’t been a week since I last saw the manor and yet, the sempiternal beauty of the Victorian inspired home had been abolished, replaced with a façade of fiendish deviance and utter sorrow. Decrepit as the house was, now it bore the wounds of not age, but anger. Deep gashes sliced through once clean skin of the wood, the glass on the windows was cracked and smashed – completely obliterated in some places, and the vines snaked and coiled around loose boards and pipes at their own leisure. The few curtains that fluttered through the broken windows were torn and had russet tones splattered on the white surface.
Gerard’s period bursts of white mist halted as his breath hitched. I instantly tightened the grip our hands were embraced in and focused all my attention on his tremoring body. His glassy eyes reflected the silver of the moon behind the house as he locked his gaze with mine and let a few tears delicately cascade down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry Frank,” he whispered hoarsely placing his hands gently on my cheeks, holding my face gently, “please forgive me.”
His lips pressed against mine chastely, hands secured to my face holding me in place, while he tipped his head deepening the kiss. My hands slithered down his sides and rested lightly on his waist pulling his body closer to mine as I began to move my lips against his. I felt the gentle warmth of his tears as more ran down his cheeks and settled between our lips making them slick and moist, allowing us to glide with one another almost effortlessly. The soft of his stomach pressed into mine and the erratic movements of his heart thrummed against my body as I quickly ran out of air. I pulled away, our noses and foreheads still resting on one another’s, and let out small pants refilling my lungs with the sting of icy air. Gerard’s light hazel irises were almost eradicated by his dilated pupils and together like that we stayed, sinking into one another, drowning the black of our lustful eyes, savouring the taste of the other’s lips, falling into the caress of infatuation.
Gerard swiped his tongue over his glistening lips, “we have to get Mikey.”
I nodded and leant forward, lightly placing my lips over his for a just a moment. “Thank you,” I breathed against his slightly parted mouth.
Gerard smiled slightly and told hold of my hand pulling me alongside him as we stepped out from protection of the trees and into the palm of our potential demise. The monstrosity - Gerard’s previous owner, had the supremacy, had the ease of unnatural abilities to aid him, but, we had the determination, and more importantly we had each other.
The floorboards creaked and squealed underfoot as we stepped up the rickety stairs encroaching further on the manor. Soon enough I stood face to face with a disfigured gargoyle door knocker, the eye sockets held small red gemstones, its face was contorted into an almost beckoning manner, as if challenging me to knock on the door for pure curiosity. I wrapped my fingers around the brass ring and pulled it back ready to let it fall, but Gerard gripped tightly onto my elbow, halting the movement.
“Maybe we should try to get in without being seen, or heard. He’ll figure out I’m there eventually but at least you can get a chance to get Mikey and get out.”
I gently place the knocker back against the wood without a sound and looked over at Gerard, “I’m not leaving this house without you. No matter what the cost.”
A small noise of protest escaped his lips before I stopped him from countering my statement with my index finger over his lips. He huffed in annoyance and turned away from me, pressing his body against the wooden door so that it quietly creaked open. The luminescence of candle light shone through the crack in the door coating our bodies in a yellow-gold glow, and for the first time since we entered the forest I got a proper look at Gerard. His eyes were irritated and red along with his tear stained and puffy cheeks, and the skin around and on his lips was blotchy and pink from where I had tugged a little too much. Despite looking utterly defeated he also looked more determined than ever, though it wasn’t revenge he wanted, it was Mikey, even after Mikey had treated him so horridly, all he wanted was for him to be safe. Gerard was admirable, his soul and motivations were pure and completely selfless, with such a personality as his, so gentle and almost passive, why he had chosen me – someone so unlike him - I’d never understand.
“Frank?” Gerard looked back at me from halfway through the open doorway, “you alright?”
I ran my fingers though my hair to calm my thoughts, “yeah, yeah I’m okay. We’d better hurry.”
Gerard nodded and turned back to the house taking a few more steps, and I followed closely behind. Stepping into the warmth of the home, I expected cobwebs, and dank dark corners with rotting wood and gothic styled gargoyles perched on the walls. However it was, homely, neutral tones and inviting. The sitting room at the front of the house had a small fireplace with flames flicking and dancing along the wooden logs, and a few armchairs sounding it. From there the kitchen, white, clean and pristine, just as one would expect in a normal home. However it was the petrifying cry of silence that lingered throughout the house that made the hairs on my neck prickle and send tremors down my spine.
Gerard spun a little, his head whipping from side to side, “this - this isn’t right. The house looked nothing like this when I left.” He took a tentative step forward toward the hallway down the centre of the home. The light from the sitting room illuminated the first metre or so, but was quickly drowned by the heavy black languishing and deeming the wall sconces useless. A light gust of wind howled from the looming abyss, brushing tendril of hair from my face and causing the candles to flicker violently. A cacophony of wails and moans floated and seeped along the air as it flew past our bodies.
Gerard pursed his lips in worry, “he’s in the basement,” he said quietly before moving forward, allowing the darkness to embrace his stature and drag him out of sight.
I let out a small groan of apprehension before following. Small nips of icy air travelled and pervaded my body, the sconces on the walls became dimmer and dimmer the further we walked increasing the sense of cold that was strung in the air.
The small amounts of light reflected off Gerard’s slightly greasy hair, assuring me that he was only a step ahead, although my stomach was still churning in angst. The hallway stayed straight, but each step felt like making jagged turns throughout a labyrinth of musty carpet and peeling wallpaper. Everything looked so disturbingly similar, but utterly different, however Gerard never stopped striding forward, and so, neither did I.
A hushed litany of expletives encroached on our hearing and Gerard stopped abruptly. I lightly bumped into his back before looking over his shoulder, if it was possible, the darkness got darker as a set of stairs descended down, underneath the house and into the earth. Our hands desperately clutched with one another’s and together we took the first of many steps down the rotting staircase. The wood creaked and I grinded down on my bottom lip wincing every time a creak turned into a sharp squeal with the applied pressure of our bodies. However the light drone of whispers and mutterings still dripped through the darkness and into our ears, asserting that there was indeed someone hidden amongst the black.
The clomping of feet against wood subsided as we made it to the bottom of the staircase and the steady grazing of rock debris crunched as we moved deeper into the basement. Gerard once again led the way, obviously having been brought down here before, to the singular doorway illuminated with an aggressive burst of lurid light. Gerard tugged me along behind him as we lightly stepped towards the open door. The metallic scent of blood burned at my nostrils and an unmistakeable fetid scent of charred flesh hung in the stale air. Images of the horrid things he had done to Mikey flickered through my mind and I had to swallow back the sting of bile as I retched slightly. We made it to the doorway and immediately saw the blood spattered and stained floors. Gerard gripped tightly on the ring the dangled around his neck before nodding that it was safe to look. I knew to some degree of what to expect, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
His body was chained to the wall with droplets of blood sliding down his mutilated limbs from the shackles wrapped around his wrist and ankles. A deep gash ran across his neck and loose arteries spurted sporadic burst of blood to splash on the stone floor. Needles were lodged in the soft flesh along his arms and the skin around it had blackened and bubbled from the caustic liquid that drained into his muscles. Fresh open wounds lacerated the milky skin of his stomach and tissue and tendons hung, dripping crimson and adding to the puddle under his elevated feet. I felt the bile return, and the acidic burn as it coated my throat. I forced back a pained wail as I returned to his face and fell into the stare of the empty sockets on his face with optical nerves hanging loosely against his cheeks.
I pulled my eyes away from the sockets and to the figure who stood hunched over a table. I grazed my eyes over his whitened knuckles as they wrapped around the edges of the metal surface in blind fury. Gerard stepped into the room, holding onto my hand so tightly my fingertips were turning blue. The man stiffened, but pulled himself upright and let out a cackle as he spun to face us. I instantly recoiled into Gerard as he sported a dastardly grin, with blood staining his prominent canines and rotting gums. The whites of his eyes dispersed and were replaced a haze of black as minuscule red irises erupted in the centres. Gerard held his necklace defiantly out before him, in a protective manner, and his face contorted into a snarl.
My voice caught in my throat before thundered as far forward as Gerard would allow me.
I glared at the demonic abomination before me, “you fucking monster! You killed him! You killed Bob!”
My gut wrenched as there was no sign of Mikey, and he continued to grin and guffawed. He extended a bony finger ready to brush it lightly against my cheek, as he studied my features mumbling to himself, “fierce little thing aren’t you, very much unlike Gerard.”
A low growl emitted from Gerard’s throat as his hand was mere millimetres from my cheekbone, “don’t touch him.”
The man pulled his hand back and chuckled, “so now you have a little fight in you. How long did it take you to stop being the pathetic little pariah I so unfortunately obtained all those years ago?”
“If it was so unfortunate then why’d you take me? Why!” Gerard demanded, his body was pulsating and seething with anger.
“I thought he’d come after you, that’s why.”
“Who?”
“Little Michael of course!” the man paced, his hands locked behind his back and a small smile still formed on his lips, “he always was the better of you two, the fighter, he was what I wanted that day, but instead I got you. I had hoped that he would eventually come after me to find you, but alas he never did. So I did the next best thing. I came to him. Things were going smoothly too, until,” he gestured towards Bob’s limp body, “he got a little nosy, got in my way, and again Michael slipped from my grasp.”
Gerard and I both breathed a small sigh of relief, Mikey was safe, I had no idea where he was but he wasn’t here and that’s all that mattered.
“Don’t go getting all excited, Mikey will be here soon enough, I’ve sent my most trusted employee to retrieve him for me.”
Gerard’s breathing halted for a moment, “but-but that means that, Mikey is my-“
“Brother! Yes! Finally you figured it out! You were so close Gerard, he was there all along, but your stupidity once again prevailed. You know if you hadn’t listened to him,” he pointed a jarring finger at me, “then Mikey would have been brought here, you and your brother reunited, and everything would have been fine.”
Gerard’s glassy eyes locked onto mine. I softened my features and placed a hand on his cheek, “Gee don’t listen to him. You know what he’s like, what he does, he’s lying to you.”
A small laugh escaped the man’s lips, “you think you can make him turn against me? He’s mine, always has been and always will be. Soon enough Ray will be here with Mikey, and I’ll have everything I need. And you - you will take your last breath in this basement and I’ll leave your dismembered body down here to rot, while I leave and take my property with me.”
Huffs of air shot from my nose, I was trembling with anger as he grinned in my face. The revelation of Ray being one of his pathetic henchmen didn’t strike me as surprising, it certainly explained why he was acting like a protective asshole over Mikey for the last week.
Gerard was dithering beside me, his fingers clenching and loosening around the ring in his hand, he was fighting against the glorified lies that the man was feeding him but struggling in doing so. I couldn’t be mad at him for feeling that way, the man who had treated him as a commodity, and object to be owned and abused for so many years had filled his mind with falsities and pestilence; how hard it must have been to fight against the only thing you’ve known, I can’t even begin to comprehend.
Suddenly Gerard face lit up, he smiled and wrapped his arms around me in a disturbingly gleeful embrace. I felt the brush of his breath as he whispered in my ear, “I know what to do.”
I nodded a little dumfounded and unaware how to respond. The man eyed us sceptically before veins began to outline underneath the skin as his face ignited with fury, “don’t you dare Gerard.”
Gerard smiled and pulled me closer to his side before chanting in a foreign language. He glared at the man as he moved forward but stopped before getting to either of us. Gerard was gleaming, “you can have all the power in the world, but there’s one force you can’t match,” he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me closer to him, “love,” Gerard smashed our lips together, slick, needy and passionate.
Garish beams of radiant silver light burned through the man’s skin as his body contorted in anguish and pain. He cried and cursed as the light erupted from his entire body disintegrating his limbs and innards. Despite the cries and wails and light radiating in the small room Gerard didn’t for one moment pull away. He kept his lips moving fiercely against mine, his arms tightening their grip and pulling me so that our bodies were pressed against each other from the chest down. The light dimmed, leaving the room back to its’ simple LED glow, and Gerard and I pulled apart panting heavily.
We drew our eyes away from one another and looked at the small pile of silver ash, coruscating with the light that danced along its surface. Our attention was drawn to Bob’s body as the chains clinked and his skin peeled away, the muscles clumped and fell to the floor and his bones burst into tiny flecks of silver. Finally the tears began to seep from my eyes as I watched the last of the fleck flutter to the ground.
Gerard quickly cupped my face and cooed gently, “hey, Frankie, what’s wrong? Did you know him?”
I sniffled and let my face fall a little, “not really I suppose, he was new, started school this week. He didn’t deserve that, he was so gentle, he-he.”
Gerard pulled me into a comforting hug and whispered gently in my ear, “I’m sorry,” he pulled back a little and rested his forehead against mine, wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb, “we need to leave, Mikey is still missing and he said that there was someone after him, Ray was his name?”
I let an involuntary growl rumble in the back of my throat, and Gerard looked slightly taken aback, “I’m guessing you know who Ray is?”
“Yeah,” I grunted, “I certainly fucking do.”
Gerard and I kept our eyes locked onto the foreign yellow glow of the house, such a sight should ignite a sense of warmth and security but with echoes of the scream still lingering in the air nothing but fear ran through our blood. Gerard’s fingernails dug into the soft flesh on the back of my hand distracting me from the churning sensation in my stomach enough that I began to move forward toward the glow. I kept the torch low and dim, ignoring the black puddles and streaks across the trees as we moved closer to the house. The blood increased the closer we got, painting and tinting nearly every available surface. Whatever he’d done to Mikey, he had bled out, and it had spurted and splattered macabrely decorating the grass and trees.
We moved through the darkness trying to ignore the hushed whispers of the leaves as they rustled, and followed the hoary mist that floated and danced along the haphazard path. The air turned sour as fetid trails of air swept leaked through the cracked windows of the manor. Gerard and I stopped in the same spot where we had first met, and cast our eyes upon the dark outline against the moonlight sky. It hadn’t been a week since I last saw the manor and yet, the sempiternal beauty of the Victorian inspired home had been abolished, replaced with a façade of fiendish deviance and utter sorrow. Decrepit as the house was, now it bore the wounds of not age, but anger. Deep gashes sliced through once clean skin of the wood, the glass on the windows was cracked and smashed – completely obliterated in some places, and the vines snaked and coiled around loose boards and pipes at their own leisure. The few curtains that fluttered through the broken windows were torn and had russet tones splattered on the white surface.
Gerard’s period bursts of white mist halted as his breath hitched. I instantly tightened the grip our hands were embraced in and focused all my attention on his tremoring body. His glassy eyes reflected the silver of the moon behind the house as he locked his gaze with mine and let a few tears delicately cascade down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry Frank,” he whispered hoarsely placing his hands gently on my cheeks, holding my face gently, “please forgive me.”
His lips pressed against mine chastely, hands secured to my face holding me in place, while he tipped his head deepening the kiss. My hands slithered down his sides and rested lightly on his waist pulling his body closer to mine as I began to move my lips against his. I felt the gentle warmth of his tears as more ran down his cheeks and settled between our lips making them slick and moist, allowing us to glide with one another almost effortlessly. The soft of his stomach pressed into mine and the erratic movements of his heart thrummed against my body as I quickly ran out of air. I pulled away, our noses and foreheads still resting on one another’s, and let out small pants refilling my lungs with the sting of icy air. Gerard’s light hazel irises were almost eradicated by his dilated pupils and together like that we stayed, sinking into one another, drowning the black of our lustful eyes, savouring the taste of the other’s lips, falling into the caress of infatuation.
Gerard swiped his tongue over his glistening lips, “we have to get Mikey.”
I nodded and leant forward, lightly placing my lips over his for a just a moment. “Thank you,” I breathed against his slightly parted mouth.
Gerard smiled slightly and told hold of my hand pulling me alongside him as we stepped out from protection of the trees and into the palm of our potential demise. The monstrosity - Gerard’s previous owner, had the supremacy, had the ease of unnatural abilities to aid him, but, we had the determination, and more importantly we had each other.
The floorboards creaked and squealed underfoot as we stepped up the rickety stairs encroaching further on the manor. Soon enough I stood face to face with a disfigured gargoyle door knocker, the eye sockets held small red gemstones, its face was contorted into an almost beckoning manner, as if challenging me to knock on the door for pure curiosity. I wrapped my fingers around the brass ring and pulled it back ready to let it fall, but Gerard gripped tightly onto my elbow, halting the movement.
“Maybe we should try to get in without being seen, or heard. He’ll figure out I’m there eventually but at least you can get a chance to get Mikey and get out.”
I gently place the knocker back against the wood without a sound and looked over at Gerard, “I’m not leaving this house without you. No matter what the cost.”
A small noise of protest escaped his lips before I stopped him from countering my statement with my index finger over his lips. He huffed in annoyance and turned away from me, pressing his body against the wooden door so that it quietly creaked open. The luminescence of candle light shone through the crack in the door coating our bodies in a yellow-gold glow, and for the first time since we entered the forest I got a proper look at Gerard. His eyes were irritated and red along with his tear stained and puffy cheeks, and the skin around and on his lips was blotchy and pink from where I had tugged a little too much. Despite looking utterly defeated he also looked more determined than ever, though it wasn’t revenge he wanted, it was Mikey, even after Mikey had treated him so horridly, all he wanted was for him to be safe. Gerard was admirable, his soul and motivations were pure and completely selfless, with such a personality as his, so gentle and almost passive, why he had chosen me – someone so unlike him - I’d never understand.
“Frank?” Gerard looked back at me from halfway through the open doorway, “you alright?”
I ran my fingers though my hair to calm my thoughts, “yeah, yeah I’m okay. We’d better hurry.”
Gerard nodded and turned back to the house taking a few more steps, and I followed closely behind. Stepping into the warmth of the home, I expected cobwebs, and dank dark corners with rotting wood and gothic styled gargoyles perched on the walls. However it was, homely, neutral tones and inviting. The sitting room at the front of the house had a small fireplace with flames flicking and dancing along the wooden logs, and a few armchairs sounding it. From there the kitchen, white, clean and pristine, just as one would expect in a normal home. However it was the petrifying cry of silence that lingered throughout the house that made the hairs on my neck prickle and send tremors down my spine.
Gerard spun a little, his head whipping from side to side, “this - this isn’t right. The house looked nothing like this when I left.” He took a tentative step forward toward the hallway down the centre of the home. The light from the sitting room illuminated the first metre or so, but was quickly drowned by the heavy black languishing and deeming the wall sconces useless. A light gust of wind howled from the looming abyss, brushing tendril of hair from my face and causing the candles to flicker violently. A cacophony of wails and moans floated and seeped along the air as it flew past our bodies.
Gerard pursed his lips in worry, “he’s in the basement,” he said quietly before moving forward, allowing the darkness to embrace his stature and drag him out of sight.
I let out a small groan of apprehension before following. Small nips of icy air travelled and pervaded my body, the sconces on the walls became dimmer and dimmer the further we walked increasing the sense of cold that was strung in the air.
The small amounts of light reflected off Gerard’s slightly greasy hair, assuring me that he was only a step ahead, although my stomach was still churning in angst. The hallway stayed straight, but each step felt like making jagged turns throughout a labyrinth of musty carpet and peeling wallpaper. Everything looked so disturbingly similar, but utterly different, however Gerard never stopped striding forward, and so, neither did I.
A hushed litany of expletives encroached on our hearing and Gerard stopped abruptly. I lightly bumped into his back before looking over his shoulder, if it was possible, the darkness got darker as a set of stairs descended down, underneath the house and into the earth. Our hands desperately clutched with one another’s and together we took the first of many steps down the rotting staircase. The wood creaked and I grinded down on my bottom lip wincing every time a creak turned into a sharp squeal with the applied pressure of our bodies. However the light drone of whispers and mutterings still dripped through the darkness and into our ears, asserting that there was indeed someone hidden amongst the black.
The clomping of feet against wood subsided as we made it to the bottom of the staircase and the steady grazing of rock debris crunched as we moved deeper into the basement. Gerard once again led the way, obviously having been brought down here before, to the singular doorway illuminated with an aggressive burst of lurid light. Gerard tugged me along behind him as we lightly stepped towards the open door. The metallic scent of blood burned at my nostrils and an unmistakeable fetid scent of charred flesh hung in the stale air. Images of the horrid things he had done to Mikey flickered through my mind and I had to swallow back the sting of bile as I retched slightly. We made it to the doorway and immediately saw the blood spattered and stained floors. Gerard gripped tightly on the ring the dangled around his neck before nodding that it was safe to look. I knew to some degree of what to expect, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
His body was chained to the wall with droplets of blood sliding down his mutilated limbs from the shackles wrapped around his wrist and ankles. A deep gash ran across his neck and loose arteries spurted sporadic burst of blood to splash on the stone floor. Needles were lodged in the soft flesh along his arms and the skin around it had blackened and bubbled from the caustic liquid that drained into his muscles. Fresh open wounds lacerated the milky skin of his stomach and tissue and tendons hung, dripping crimson and adding to the puddle under his elevated feet. I felt the bile return, and the acidic burn as it coated my throat. I forced back a pained wail as I returned to his face and fell into the stare of the empty sockets on his face with optical nerves hanging loosely against his cheeks.
I pulled my eyes away from the sockets and to the figure who stood hunched over a table. I grazed my eyes over his whitened knuckles as they wrapped around the edges of the metal surface in blind fury. Gerard stepped into the room, holding onto my hand so tightly my fingertips were turning blue. The man stiffened, but pulled himself upright and let out a cackle as he spun to face us. I instantly recoiled into Gerard as he sported a dastardly grin, with blood staining his prominent canines and rotting gums. The whites of his eyes dispersed and were replaced a haze of black as minuscule red irises erupted in the centres. Gerard held his necklace defiantly out before him, in a protective manner, and his face contorted into a snarl.
My voice caught in my throat before thundered as far forward as Gerard would allow me.
I glared at the demonic abomination before me, “you fucking monster! You killed him! You killed Bob!”
My gut wrenched as there was no sign of Mikey, and he continued to grin and guffawed. He extended a bony finger ready to brush it lightly against my cheek, as he studied my features mumbling to himself, “fierce little thing aren’t you, very much unlike Gerard.”
A low growl emitted from Gerard’s throat as his hand was mere millimetres from my cheekbone, “don’t touch him.”
The man pulled his hand back and chuckled, “so now you have a little fight in you. How long did it take you to stop being the pathetic little pariah I so unfortunately obtained all those years ago?”
“If it was so unfortunate then why’d you take me? Why!” Gerard demanded, his body was pulsating and seething with anger.
“I thought he’d come after you, that’s why.”
“Who?”
“Little Michael of course!” the man paced, his hands locked behind his back and a small smile still formed on his lips, “he always was the better of you two, the fighter, he was what I wanted that day, but instead I got you. I had hoped that he would eventually come after me to find you, but alas he never did. So I did the next best thing. I came to him. Things were going smoothly too, until,” he gestured towards Bob’s limp body, “he got a little nosy, got in my way, and again Michael slipped from my grasp.”
Gerard and I both breathed a small sigh of relief, Mikey was safe, I had no idea where he was but he wasn’t here and that’s all that mattered.
“Don’t go getting all excited, Mikey will be here soon enough, I’ve sent my most trusted employee to retrieve him for me.”
Gerard’s breathing halted for a moment, “but-but that means that, Mikey is my-“
“Brother! Yes! Finally you figured it out! You were so close Gerard, he was there all along, but your stupidity once again prevailed. You know if you hadn’t listened to him,” he pointed a jarring finger at me, “then Mikey would have been brought here, you and your brother reunited, and everything would have been fine.”
Gerard’s glassy eyes locked onto mine. I softened my features and placed a hand on his cheek, “Gee don’t listen to him. You know what he’s like, what he does, he’s lying to you.”
A small laugh escaped the man’s lips, “you think you can make him turn against me? He’s mine, always has been and always will be. Soon enough Ray will be here with Mikey, and I’ll have everything I need. And you - you will take your last breath in this basement and I’ll leave your dismembered body down here to rot, while I leave and take my property with me.”
Huffs of air shot from my nose, I was trembling with anger as he grinned in my face. The revelation of Ray being one of his pathetic henchmen didn’t strike me as surprising, it certainly explained why he was acting like a protective asshole over Mikey for the last week.
Gerard was dithering beside me, his fingers clenching and loosening around the ring in his hand, he was fighting against the glorified lies that the man was feeding him but struggling in doing so. I couldn’t be mad at him for feeling that way, the man who had treated him as a commodity, and object to be owned and abused for so many years had filled his mind with falsities and pestilence; how hard it must have been to fight against the only thing you’ve known, I can’t even begin to comprehend.
Suddenly Gerard face lit up, he smiled and wrapped his arms around me in a disturbingly gleeful embrace. I felt the brush of his breath as he whispered in my ear, “I know what to do.”
I nodded a little dumfounded and unaware how to respond. The man eyed us sceptically before veins began to outline underneath the skin as his face ignited with fury, “don’t you dare Gerard.”
Gerard smiled and pulled me closer to his side before chanting in a foreign language. He glared at the man as he moved forward but stopped before getting to either of us. Gerard was gleaming, “you can have all the power in the world, but there’s one force you can’t match,” he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me closer to him, “love,” Gerard smashed our lips together, slick, needy and passionate.
Garish beams of radiant silver light burned through the man’s skin as his body contorted in anguish and pain. He cried and cursed as the light erupted from his entire body disintegrating his limbs and innards. Despite the cries and wails and light radiating in the small room Gerard didn’t for one moment pull away. He kept his lips moving fiercely against mine, his arms tightening their grip and pulling me so that our bodies were pressed against each other from the chest down. The light dimmed, leaving the room back to its’ simple LED glow, and Gerard and I pulled apart panting heavily.
We drew our eyes away from one another and looked at the small pile of silver ash, coruscating with the light that danced along its surface. Our attention was drawn to Bob’s body as the chains clinked and his skin peeled away, the muscles clumped and fell to the floor and his bones burst into tiny flecks of silver. Finally the tears began to seep from my eyes as I watched the last of the fleck flutter to the ground.
Gerard quickly cupped my face and cooed gently, “hey, Frankie, what’s wrong? Did you know him?”
I sniffled and let my face fall a little, “not really I suppose, he was new, started school this week. He didn’t deserve that, he was so gentle, he-he.”
Gerard pulled me into a comforting hug and whispered gently in my ear, “I’m sorry,” he pulled back a little and rested his forehead against mine, wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb, “we need to leave, Mikey is still missing and he said that there was someone after him, Ray was his name?”
I let an involuntary growl rumble in the back of my throat, and Gerard looked slightly taken aback, “I’m guessing you know who Ray is?”
“Yeah,” I grunted, “I certainly fucking do.”
Notes
oh my god, so that was like probably one of the most awkward things to write. Now I don't know if it makes sense to you guys, if it's any good, or if it is a disgrace to the English language - so please tell me your thoughts I WILL REWRITE IF I HAVE TOO.....because I'm sure this is awful.
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thank you for reading! :3
Also! I am doing a co-write with Blood Splatter-Killjoy, it's a Frerard, please check it out!
www.mychemicalromancefanfiction.com/Story/52569/Anagnorisis/
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Thank you hun! I'm glad you enjoyed it! c:
9/14/14