Get Me The Hell Out Of Here (Frerard)

“Do it Gerard” The voice behind him whispered. “Do it” Gerard turned his, trying to find Lindsay but she was nowhere to be seen. Gerard sighed and turned back to his brother. Mikey smiled at his older brother, his dark brown, almost black, hair blowing in the mid October wind. Suddenly Lindsay was right behind Mikey. Gerard gasped. It scared him how she would justpop up out of nowhere sometimes, especially now. “Do it Gerard!” she repeated intensely.
“Gerard, what’s wrong?” Mikey asked but Gerard doesn’t pay attention. “He’s my brother Lindsay. I can’t” he whimpered. “We do you want him to tell them where you are?” she hissed. Gerard shook his head vigorously. Definitely not. “Then do it” she urged. “Kill him”
Suddenly Mikey’s hands are on Gerard’s shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Gerard listen to me” he yelled at his brother. “She not real, she died, remember? Whatever she’s telling you do, don’t do it” Gerard shoved Mikey away, hard, and he fell on the ground in a pile of leaves. Gerard knelt down and grabbed a knife from under the picnic blanket. He stood and walked over to Mikey, standing over his shocked brother. “I’m sorry Mikey” He whispered “I can’t have you telling BLI where I am” Mikey’s eyes widened when he saw the knife. “Gerard wait please” He pleaded “They aren’t real. I’m not going to tell anyone anything. No one is out to get you. Please!”
“SHUT UP!”Gerard yelled kicking Mikey in the stomach. “I’m tired of people lying to me! I know they’re real! I’ve seen them” He feel down to his knees next to Mikey. “Please don’t” Mikey whimpered clutching his stomach. “Goodbye brother” Gerard whispered raising the knife and bringing it down into his younger brother’s chest.
The scream was quickly muffled by Gerard’s hand.He shoved the knife deep into Mikey’s skin again and again, blood splattering everywhere, on the trees, on the picnic basket, on the leaves, on Gerard. Finally Mikey stopped moving. Gerard leaned back watching as his brother’s life slipped away draining out of Mikey from the many puncture wounds.
“Gerard” He looked up at the girl. His friend of 11 years standing over him looking quite triumphant. “We need to get out of here”Gerard nods. BetterLiving would find them soon, and if not them, then the police. Gerard picked up the picnic basket and blanket, and carried them to the end of the trees. He poked his head out.
He could not be seen.
Finally after deciding it was safe Gerard ran to his car which was parked by the side of the road. He threw open the truck of his car, tossing the picnic supplies in, and slammed it shut. His hand was on the driver side door when he heard Lindsay’s voice again. “The knife Gerard, you forgot the knife.” Dammit he had.
No evidence.
Gerard ran back into the woods. He just about stepped into the clearing when he noticed something moving at the other side of the clearing. A person, a boy, probably fifteen or sixteen. He’s really short, like five foot three or something like that, black hair, hazel eyes. He didn’t notice Mikey at first, but when he did he froze. Well what was Gerard going to do now? He couldn’t have this kid going to the cops, he hadn’t gotten far enough away yet.
“Just kill him” Lindsay whispered. Gerard knew he should have listened to her, but something made him hesitate. The boy hadn’t done anything wrong. Wrong place, wrong time. But he couldn’t just leave him here. Gerard pulled the small glass bottle out of his back pocket and ripped a piece of fabric off of the bottom of his shirt. Didn’t matter, he was going to burn the shirt anyway.
No evidence.
Fuck school, Frank thought as he pushed open the back door of said school. He was so skipping.
He couldn’t wait until his eighteenth birthday, when he would finally leave this shithole called New Jersey and see the world. He hopped the fence and stepped into the woods behind the school. Frank wasn’t even planning on finishing school. Drop out on his birthday, leave home the next day. No one would miss him much, except his mom but she would live. Maybe he could start a band. He was a pretty decent guitar player and singer. He could do it. Maybe he could get some tattoos. Yes definitely tattoos. That would be so badass. A scorpion high up on his neck. Yes. He couldn’t wait. Twelve days left.
The sun shone on Frank as he stepped into the clearing. He hissed at the sun. No wonder people thought he was a vampire. Right as Frank thought that he noticed the blood. Kind of ironic actually.
There was so much blood. The crimson liquid was everywhere, leaving a terrible smell in the air. Frank fell to his knees, leaves crunching and crumbing under his weight, sobs erupting from his chest. So much blood. The eyes on the body had been left wide open. Frank was terrified. He didn’t notice the leaves rustling behind him. He didn't notice the figure behind him until it covered his mouth and nose with a damp cloth.
Frank jumped away instinctively but the figure held him close. He struggled to escape but it was no use. He was getting weaker by the second. Frank suddenly realized that his attacker was probably the murderer. Great. Fucking fantastic. Frank was going to die. “Shush honey. Sleep” the figure whispered calmingly into his ear. It was a man. Great, raped and murdered. But he was right. Frank should sleep. He hadn’t noticed how tired he was until then. The clearing was getting dimmer and dimmer by the second. “Sleep” the man said again and Frank gave into the darkness.
Gerard looked down at the boy slumped in his arms. Wow he was even more beautiful up close. Wait what? at the boy slumped in his arms. Wow he was even more beautiful up close. Wait what? Gerard wasn’t gay. At least he thought he wasn’t. Ugh, whatever.
Gerard picked the boy up in his arms and started to walk back to the car with him. “Gerard what are you doing?” Lindsay’s annoyed voice cried out. “Taking him home”

Notes

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