Get Me The Hell Out Of Here (Frerard)

Frank was surprised when he saw the man in the doorway. He didn’t look like the image Frank’s mind had come up with for ‘murderer’. He looked more like a guy who would live in his mom’s basement until he was thirty.
His inky black hair was long, nearly shoulder length, and extremely greasy. His skin was the palest frank had ever seen, although his hazel eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles under them from lack of sleep. His Bon Jovi shirt must have been owned for a long time, since it was on the verge of being too small and the colors were fading. Not to mention a piece of the fabric had been ripped out of the bottom, showing off a patch of ever paler skin. His jeans are extra tight, making the curves of his hips extra noticeable, and Frank had to admit, his captor was pretty fucking hot. The only unsettling thing about him was the blood splattered on his face, arms, and shirt.
That snapped Frank back to reality. He took another step back and the back of his legs hit the bed. “Hey,” the killer said awkwardly. Frank suddenly had one final idea. There wasn’t much hope that it would work, but it might be his last chance to escape. “Um, kid, listen. I don’t want to have to hurt you, just-”
Frank took his chance, making a wild dash for the door. Unfortunately it seemed like the killer was expecting this, as he caught Frank around the waist and lifted him of the ground. Frank struggled and fought hard to get out of his captor’s clutches but it was no use. He was dropped on the bed, now more scared and pissed off then ever.
“Let me go!” Frank yelled “I can’t” the murderer yelled back “You’re just going to go to the cops, and I’ll end up in prison. I can’t do prison, I’m too soft” Wow definitely not like the average murderer. “Well maybe you should’ve thought of that before you went and killed someone!” The killer glared at Frank who shrank back in fear. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say…
“You think I wanted to kill him?” The man asked calmly. The fact that he wasn’t getting yelled at scared Frank more. “You think I was just like ‘Hmm you know what I should do today? End the life of my own fucking brother!’” His voice cracked at the end of his sentence and he sat on the edge of the bed. Frank was confused. How could this guy go from looking like he was going to pain the walls in Frank’s blood, to looking like he was about to cry, in less than a second? He thought only girls could do that.
“Sorry” Frank mumbled. The killer looked up at him. “I shouldn’t have said that. Frank continued as the other didn’t say anything. “I-it’s fine kid” the man said, “What’s done is done, you can’t change the past” Frank was unsure of what to say.
“So, um, what’s your name kid?” The man asks after several minutes of silence. “Frank, you?” “Gerard” the murderer said with a small smile. Frank smiled back at the man which he could now give a name to, Gerard. It wasn’t exactly a common name but Gerard wasn’t exactly a ‘common’ man, so rank guessed it worked. He liked it.
“So um, Gerard,” Frank asked cautiously ”Yeah?” “Playing the helpless victim here, what are you going to do to me?” Gerard shrugged and shifted in an uncomfortable manner in his spot. “I was going to tell you that as long as you don’t do anything stupid, like try to escape, I won’t hurt you or anything.” Frank nodded “Then I guess you can accompany me on my wild adventures of running from the cops” Frank smiled “I think you probably made the situation worse by kidnapping me” he accused, his tone making it obvious that he really didn’t care. “Well what do you think was going to get me a worse jail sentence” Gerard retorted “A murder and a kidnapping or two murders”
That one made Frank’s face pale and his stomach feel like it was being twisted into a knot. “You thought about killing me?” he asked. “Well…” Gerard said scratching the back of his neck. Frank was terrified at the thoughts now running through his head.
Gerard had thought about ending his life once already. It could happen again and Frank might not be so lucky next time.

“Well…” Gerard said raising his hand to the back of his neck and scratching it. What was he supposed to tell Frank? He couldn’t exactly say that his best friend, who also happened to be dead, wanted him to kill Frank. That would freak the teenager out. He would think that Gerard was crazy like everyone else. Frank would be scared of him, and Gerard didn’t want Frank to be scared of him. He was already shaking, and looking at Gerard like he had threatened someone Frank loved.
“I mean, uh, yeah” Gerard mumbled “At first, like I was still on edge after…well you know… but you hadn’t done anything wrong, too innocent, I didn’t want to be labeled as a cold blooded killer with no heart.” Wow that was the shittiest excuse that had ever come out of Gerard’s mouth. “S-so, you’re not going to kill me?” Frank asked.
Gerard felt really bad at that moment. He poor kid was so worried and Gerard wanted nothing more than to hold Frank, comfort him, and assure him that everything would be alright. This kid was doing weird things to Gerard. Like one second he was as straight as a candle stick then the next he just wanted to curl up on the couch and watch horror movies until they both fell asleep cuddling each other. And then there was that one comment Frank made about being a “helpless victim” that sent an image through Gerard’s head of him pinning Frank against the mattress and, well you get the idea. The whole situation was confusing Gerard.
Anyway, no, Gerard didn’t even want to harm Frank, much less kill him. “No” Gerard stated. Frank let out a sigh of relief. “Good, I just, I’m turning eighteen in like two weeks and there are things I wanted to do that require me to be, you know, alive.” he said. Gerard raised an eyebrow. “You’re seventeen?” he asked. Frank nodded “How old did you think I was?” “Like fifteen” Gerard answered blushing. Frank snorted and shook his head.
He kicked out his feet and laid back in the bed, his head settling on the pillows. “Anyway” he began “You’ve escaped from the crime scene, with a hostage, and you probably have until two or three in the morning until my mom finally convinces my dad to call the police about me. What’s your plan genius?” Gerard chuckled. “I quit my job earlier this week and I’m supposed to go pick up my final check tomorrow. I was going to go shopping for supplies for supplies right after, and then leave early the next morning” he explained looking over at the smaller boy. Frank smiles. “Great, I’m in”
“Not like you have much of a choice”

Notes

I am so sorry that this is like two days late! But hey better late than never right? *fails at schedules* Hopefully this won't happen again.
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