Get Me The Hell Out Of Here (Frerard)

The sound the gun made was loud and unexpected. Gerard didn’t realize it was going to be that loud. It startled him out of his trance like daze. His vision started coming back and all he saw for a moment was red. He blinked and suddenly there was the whole picture.
Ray was dead, now slumped on the floor, blood streaming slowly from a bullet hole in his chest. Gerard felt the gun slip from his hands. “Shit!” he cried, his arms flailing as he looked around for her. It didn’t matter if she was dead, Gerard would kill her again.
Two people, Lindsey had convinced him to murder two innocent people, his brother and his best friend. What the fuck? He hadn’t seen her, fuck he hadn’t seen anything, it all went black, but he heard her, urging him on, just like she had done with Mikey.
Gerard looked around the room trying to find his friend but he froze as he spotted Frank. Gerard had honestly forgotten the teen was there. Frank was standing to the side of Gerard, back pressed against the wall as he stared wide eyed at Ray’s corpse. “Frank?” The teenager’s eyes flicked upon him for a moment before staring at the body again. “You killed him” Frank whispered, the disbelief obvious in his voice.
It was almost as if Frank wanted Gerard to tell him it was all a big joke. That Ray would jump up alive and unharmed. Gerard hoped for that too. But Ray was dead. His blood was starting to get on the couch.
Gerard tore his eyes away from the body and looked toward Frank instead. The teenager wasn’t staring at Ray anymore, nor was he staring at Gerard. He was staring at the front door. Gerard knew that look, Frank was going to try and run.
Not if he had anything to say about.
Before Frank could even move, the murderer quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm and started to pull him back, trying to get him to the bedroom. But upon contact Frank burst forward and had his hands around the doorknob before Gerard caught him again.
He grabbed the teen around the waist and lifted him off the ground, struggling to carry Frank to his bedroom. Frank fought hard, kicking and twisting his body around in his struggle to escape. “Let go of me you psycho! You’re fucking insane! Fucking let go!” Frank screamed.
Insane.
The word made anger surge through Gerard’s mind as he straightened up and carried Frank a little more steadily.
Insane.
He kicked open his bedroom door and grabbed the rope off of his dresser. While Gerard was carrying Frank one handed, the teen was able to push himself out of his kidnapper’s grasp and fell to the floor on his knees. He started to get up but Gerard pressed his hands against Frank’s back and pushed him down until he was laying flat on his stomach. The murderer grabbed Frank’s wrists and tied them behind his back.
Insane.
“What the fuck!?” Frank was screaming and flailing around on the floor. Gerard turned his back on the teenager and walked into the bathroom. He kneeled down and grabbed the hidden bottle of chloroform from under the sink. He grabbed a washcloth and the bottle and stood back up making his way back to the bedroom, pouring some of the liquid onto the cloth.
Insane.
Frank had managed to roll onto his back and pull himself into a sitting position. He glared at Gerard; his eyes widened when he saw what his captor was holding. “Don’t you fucking dare” Frank exclaimed shaking his head franticly as the man silently advanced upon him. Gerard kneeled down in front of the teen who started to scramble away but fell back instead. The older caught the younger by the hair and pulled him upright. He shoved the washcloth into Frank’s face forcing him to breathe in the fumes. The teen hardly struggled this time.
Just before Frank’s eyes fluttered shut, just before he fell into unconsciousness’s, Gerard leaned closer to Frank until his lips were almost touching the teen’s ear.
“I am not insane”

When Frank woke up again he was strapped into the car, hands still bound tightly behind his back. He was pretty sure the rope was cutting into his wrist. He knew he’d at least have bruises. Shit.
He risked looking up and saw that they were on a highway as they passed a billboard for Six Flags. Frank looked over at Gerard. The man was staring at the road with wide unblinking eyes, his hands were gripping the steering the so tight his knuckles were white. Every few seconds he would look into the rearview mirror as if making sure they weren’t being followed. Nobody spoke.
The rest of the drive was just like that. Frank saw Gerard look at him maybe twice. By the time they parked in a dingy looking motel parking lot in the middle of Ohio, Frank was getting fidgety in his seat, tapping his foot quickly against the floor.
Gerard sighed and released the steering wheel, leaning back in his seat. He finally looked at Frank, for real, not one of those quick glances he had been getting. Frank stared back expectantly. “Look, Frank, I’m sorry” The teen blinked at his kidnapper, slightly confused. “I was panicking and I overreacted and… fuck I’m sorry okay?” Slowly Frank nodded.
“Okay” The older said. “Can I trust you enough to untie you?” Frank nodded again. He wasn’t planning on running; he wouldn’t be able to get anywhere. Gerard smiled kindly before getting out of the car and walking around to Frank’s side and opening the door. “Here… uh… kinda like turn away from me” The he stuttered as Frank did so. Gerard went to work, trying to untie the knots around Frank’s wrists.
After a minute he cursed and Frank looked back to see what the problem was. Gerard was holding a pocket knife in his hand which of course caused Frank to start panicking. “It’s too tight, I have to cut through it” Gerard explained quickly.
The teen quickly turned away as his kidnapper started cutting through the ropes. He could feel Gerard’s heavy breaths on the back of his neck making shivers run down his spine. Then the rope was gone, falling off of Frank’s wrist as Gerard finished cutting through it.
“Thanks” Frank mumbled as he undid his seatbelt. He shook out his aching wrists before examining them. Yep, the skin around his wrists was a nasty purple and red color. “Sorry” Gerard said. He was biting his lip, guiltily staring at Frank’s wrists. The teen shook his head and put his hands on his knees. “It’s fine”
Gerard took a step back as frank got out of the car before walking them to the trunk. The two rolled the two suitcases into the motel lobby. Frank stood awkwardly to the side as Gerard got their room key. They trudged to their room, 327.
Frank opened the door and stepped into the room. Thankfully his captor had the common sense to get a room with two beds so they didn’t have to repeat the awkwardness of the night before.
Frank turned around and was surprised to see his captor was still standing outside the room, staring at something down the hall. “Who you two get out of here?”
Someone.
Holy shit, were they being followed? Is that what Gerard was looking for in the rearview mirror?
“No Bob I don’t want your fucking excuses” Gerard growled at the people in the hallway.
Bob… Wasn’t that that guy that Gerard was yelling at when he woke up yesterday?
Gerard padded into the room, slamming the door behind him. The man threw himself face down onto the closest bed with a load groan. Frank stepped toward him. “Gee, wh-who was…” he trailed off as Gerard lifted himself up to turn back and look at Frank. “What?” Frank blinked. “Um…nothing. Never mind.” Gerard shrugged and flopped back down onto the bed. “I need some fucking coffee” he said longingly
Frank rolled his eyes and looked around the small motel room. Usually places like these had coffee machines hidden somewhere in them. There were two queen sized beds separated by a bedside table facing a television that looked like it was older than Frank’s father sitting on a short dresser. On the wall with the dresser on it was a window out looking the hallway and under it a heater. Across from that wall was a door that led to the restroom and a counter with a sink, mini refrigerator, microwave, and Gerard’s precious coffee maker.
But Frank was more interested in the bathroom. The door was open to reveal a shower. “Did you pack any clothes for me?” he asked. Gerard lifted an arm and pointed to the suitcase he had brought in. Frank rifled through it until he found a pajama shirt with matching pants. “Gonna take a shower” he told his kidnapper, who didn’t answer.
Frank looked at the man before he closed the door. He was on his side now, turned away from Frank, shaking slightly. The teen sighed and turned away, closing the door behind him.

Notes

Merry fuckin Christmas guys! I got you a new chapter! Do you like it? It was two long to post the whole thing all at once. So I'll post the rest some other time. Man I wrote this really rad one-shot with gay shit and I wanted to post it on here but I forgot the notebook it was in at school and I didn't realize until after I got home. And now it's winter break. Oops.
Okay so remember how this summer I announced I wanted to do a co-write with someone and I found a person and stuff but we never posted the first chapter? Well I went out of curiosity to the Author's list for the fic and my partner's name wasn't in there anymore so I guess they don't want to do it anymore??? So... um..... who wants do be my co-write? I've already got the plot and everything figured out I just need someone to write with. it's this frerard that takes place in Killjoys and that's all I can say without giving the story away. It's rated NC-17 because when I originally came up with the plot it was a one-shot that we were going to put in the fic. So yeah... if you want to be my co-write just put it in the comments below and I'll let you know who I'm gonna do it with asap ^.^
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