Rays dead.

Rays dead.
Rays dead.
I couldn't shake the thought from my head, or stop my whole body from quivering. I felt numb, all my senses dulled and useless. I thought I felt an outside force shaking me and it sounded like someone was calling to me through water.
"Gee! Gerard! Fuck! Answer me please! Gee!"
A sudden crack rang out and I felt a slight stinging sensation in my cheek. I blinked a couple of times and shook my head, trying to clear the fog that had encased it. I was finally able to acknowledge the quickly growing frantic Frank. I stared at him with emotionless eyes and opened my mouth to speak.
No words came out though. Try as I must I just couldn't force myself to form the words and push them out. I just kept on opening and closing my mouth, looking like a defeated goldfish.
Rays dead...

Without much warning on my part I lunged forward into Frank's arms. He caught me with a surprised 'oof', before wrapping his arms around me soothingly. He held me as I sobbed and clutched to his shirt like it was a life line.
In a way he was my life line. If he wasn't here I probably would've taken a gun loaded with silver bullets to my head a while ago. I wouldn't have effected people that much. I only had my brother, Ray and Bob. Now I had Frank, and as vain as it sounded, I felt like I had become a big part of his life. He certainly had become a big part of mine. He was the only thing keeping me 'alive'.
"Rays...dead," I nearly choked on the words but I managed to force them out. Saying it aloud seemed to make it seem more real, and I clutched on to Frank even tighter than before. He didn't seem to mind though and pulled me closer, beginning to quietly cry himself.
Over the weeks that we had known each other, Frank had come to form a friendship between him and Ray. They weren't the closest of friends per se, but it wouldn't be an odd sight to return from the back room at work and find them laughing and teasing each other. Frank would throw 'princess fro fro' at Ray and he would jab back with 'shorty'. Given more time I could see them becoming great friends.
But Ray didn't have anymore time left. Lindsey had made sure of that when she killed him. His only crime had been being friends with me. He did nothing to deserve his life ending. But Lindsey was cold and brutal, and wouldn't care if she killed a child.
Mikey!

I shot out of Frank's arms as I remembered Mikey. Him and Ray had been dating for a couple of months now. He was probably taking this the hardest of all of us. I needed to be there for him. I still was his big brother.
"Frank w-we need to go find Mikey," I was still trying to pull myself together as the words came out. He nodded, eyes rimmed with red and glossy, and rose to his feet, offering me his hand to help me up. I accepted it and made my way off of the blanket.
I stared forlornly at it. Just minutes ago me and Frank were making out, probably heading towards something else, and the next instant we were mourning a friends murder. The world moved to quickly sometimes for my liking, and right now I feel like it had just tipped on its side, sending everything crashing.
I helped Frank sloppily throw everything in the baskets, just another reminder of our horribly ended date. When we finished, we set out hand in hand and at a reckless pace through the brush. The sun had long since set, so I used my vampire vision to guide us through.
When we finally made it through the treeline and back into the main park area, we both started sprinting. It was hard to restrain myself from running at vampire speed, but it would be too dangerous and I didn't want to leave Frank behind.
By the time we reached the car Frank was panting and out of breath. Wordlessly he slid into the drivers seat, starting the car up. I slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.
"Wait!" I called. "What is that?" There was a small piece of paper stuck to his windshield wiper. There was no parking meter so there was no reason for it to have been from a cop. Frank shrugged and got out of the car. He plucked it out of the wiper and read it over.
Even from the car I could see his face pale. He climbed back in stiffly and handed it over to me. The text on it wasn't official, and was written in a bubbly font. Despite the font style though, the note was far from being girlish and whimsical.
I told you I was gonna have to try harder. I think I did it :) You don't even realize the extent of the damage I've caused. Shall we say two birds with one stone? Regretting some things you've done now? I hope so, cause I'm almost done. Funny thing about those dates that I choose to make you miserable. Hope I left you something to think about. Bye Lover Boy.
Love,
Lindsey

She had even given it a lip stick kiss. I felt anger and confusion rise up in me. What the hell did she mean two birds with one stone? And what about the dates? I thought over what days she had attacked on. I frowned as I thought as hard as I could, still coming up with nothing. I was so lost in my thoughts that I was startled when the car stopped.
"We're here," Frank whispered, his eyes downcast. I gulped and tried to shove down my emotions so that I could be strong for my brother. I stepped out of the car with Frank close on my heels. I approached the small house Mikey had bought with hesitation. I sucked in a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
I was about to just break down the door when it swung open, and I was greeted by Mikey's face. He looked like shit. His eyes were red and he had tears coursing down his cheeks. His hair was a mess from having run his hands through it multiple times, and his clothes were a wrinkled mess. Already bags were starting to form under his eyes.
I stared at my little brother in horror. He looked so weak and vulnerable after just a couple of hours.
"Oh Gee!" He cried out falling forward into my arms. I caught him and hugged him protectively to me. We stood like this on his front porch until Frank tugged on my arm, pointing out the neighbors who's attention we had attracted. I shot them a dirty look before pulling Mikey into the house.
"C'mon Mikes. Let's go to the living room," I suggested. I sat him on the couch and wrapped a blanket around him. "Do you want coffee?" He nodded his yes and I disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Frank and Mikey alone in the living room.
The coffee seemed to take forever to make. I sat at the kitchen counter, tapping my fingers against the smooth wood impatiently. Finally the coffee maker signalled that it was done, and I poured it into two mugs. Walking back to the living room, I found Frank hugging Mikey and whispering comfortingly into his ear. They looked up at me as I walked in, and I handed them each a mug.
The rest of the night was spent together in mourning. Not a lot was said, but not a lot needed to be. It wasn't until nearly four am that Mikey was able to stop crying. Not that me or Frank were annoyed by it. It was more painful to watch your brother and friend cry.
"I-I think I l-l-loved him," Mikey suddenly choked out. We all sat there stunned, or not stunned, but hearing the words and knowing that the person they were directed towards was startling. "And I never told him that, but we had been dating for a couple of months, and I think I fell for him and now he's gone and I can never tell him!" The sobs started again, and I knew there was nothing I could do but hold him.
Two birds with one stone.

Lindsey had killed Ray, and broken Mikey's heart. Just to get at me.

Notes

welp *hides from angry readers*

So good news (good news? Bad news? Depends) I know how I'm going to end the story. Actually I don't think (at the moment, this could change) that this story will be much longer. We're kinda coming to the climax here so yeah. But this story was originally only gonna be like fifteen chapters soooo.

A/N if you didn't see it I did post the first one shot. The collection has a sucky title, just saying.