What Hides In The Dark

Gerard’s brown eyes remained fixed upon the young police officer before him; his eyes reflecting the lights above his cell in pinpoints of red. Frank took a step towards the cell, closing the distance between them as he stood half a meter away from it; the hair on his forearms rose, pressing against his sleeves. “Mr Way, we have a hard problem in your psychological profiling. I want to ask for your help” He said, placing his hands on his hips. The murderer’s smile broadened, Frank felt his heart race in his chest. Why was he having this affect on him? Maybe it was just nerves. It had to be.

What other explanation could there be?

“May I see your credentials?” Gerard said his voice emotionless and calm; almost soothing in Frank’s ears. He didn’t expect this at all. He held his laminated ID card against the glass, a chill ran down his spine as Gerard stepped closer to him, staring at the picture. “A trainee. Ray Toro sent a trainee to interview me? My my they must be getting desperate” Gerard said, looking back up and locking eyes with Frank, staring into his beautiful brown eyes as he took another step back; almost controlling the distance they kept between them.

“Now,” Gerard said, sitting sideways at his table to face him. “What did Miggs say to you?”. Frank pulled a confused expression. “Who”

“Multiple Miggs, in the cell down there. He said something to you. What did he say?” Gerard replied, keeping his eyes on Frank; not daring to look away. Frank swallowed hard, placing the ID card back inside his blaze pocket. “He said he wanted to cut my face” He said, keeping his voice low as he glanced back down the corridor, making sure ‘Miggs’ didn’t hear. Gerard uttered a small, short laugh, shaking his head with a look of discontent on his face as he did so. “I see. Now why would anyone say such a thing? Your face is lovely as it is” Gerard said, resting his arm upon the chair and leaning his head upon his hand.

Frank smiled, looking down at the ground for a moment as he felt himself blush. “Thank you” he muttered a large grin upon his face as he looked back up at Gerard. His eye focused upon the drawings at the back of his cell; a mixture of city sketches, naked women and cartoons decorated the walls with an impressive, yet somewhat morbid, presence. “Did you do the drawings Mr way?” Frank inquisited, looking at them in awe. Gerard snorted. “Do you think I called a decorator in?” he asked sarcastically. Frank flashed him a look; laughing slightly. “Did you do it from memory?” He asked. Gerard nodded, rising from his chair and looking back at his drawings with a smug expression. “Memory, officer Iero, is what I have instead of a view” Gerard replied, glancing back at the police officer; who’s body he could help but study as his words plunged them into a moment of silence.

His smile quickly faded as he realised his unprofessionalism; he wasn’t here to make friends with a murdering psychopath. “Mr Way, I was wondering if you take a look at this...” Frank started, producing a questionnaire from his briefcase. “No, No and you were doing so well too. You think you can just come in ham-handed with your questionnaire? It won’t do” Gerard interrupted, wavering a hand at him dismissively; almost disappointed by his lack of care and attention. Frank groaned, he knew Gerard wasn’t a stupid man- but his patience was wearing thin. “Mr Way, do you think I’m dumb enough to try to run some sort of mood-scam on you? I’m asking you to respond to the questionnaire would it really hurt for you to look at it?” He moaned.

Gerard sighed, turning his back on Frank. “I guess Toro really is desperate if he’s recruiting from the student body” he said sadly, shaking his head in dismay. Frank rubbed his temples impatiently. “He’s busy Mr Way; all he wants’ is...”

“Busy with Jeff the Killer”

Silence filled the cell block. Frank stared blindly at Gerard; surely he didn’t know something did he? He had been locked up for so long it had to be impossible surely? “I expect so...but that’s not why I came” Frank started before Gerard rudely interrupted him once again. “What do you know about Jeff the Killer?” He asked, his voice growing more sinister and cold as time went on.Frank shrugged “Nobody knows much” he replied. A shrill laugh echoed from Gerard’s cell as he slowly turned to face Frank; there was something in his eyes- the look of a mad man perhaps that chilled him to the very core.

“How many people has he killed?”
“The police have found 10”

Gerard nodded, pressing his fingers to his lips as he closed his eyes for a moment; thinking deeply to himself for a brief moment. “Send through the questionnaire” He replied quietly, listening as Frank sent through the papers; the loud clang of the shutter ringing through the cell block as it slammed shut. Frank stood there with his arms folded as Gerard flipped through it. After a while he slung it back in the carrier. “Do you really expect to dissect me with this pathetic tool?” He sighed. Frank stared at him, dumbfounded by his reaction. “Mr Way if you could just...”

The murderer simply shook his head, turning away from Frank in a swift motion, kicking the tray through the shutter back to the police officer. “I have no time for such things Frank Iero. Now, please excuse me. Have a nice day” Gerard said, lying back down on his bed and reaching for his old copy of The Killing Joke.

Frank suddenly empty, taking longer to put the papers back into his briefcase because he didn’t fully trust his legs. He was soaked with the failure he despised. He sighed heavily, walking back down the corridor towards the security box. A loud groan suddenly erupted from Miggs’ cell, catching his attention. “I cut myself so I can die....see how it bleeds pretty boy” He screamed, flicking his fingers at him. A warm splatter landed on his cheek, making him stagger back in disgust. He gingerly touched his face, only to find it was semen and not blood as he expected it to be.
“MR IERO....MR IERO!” Gerard called from his cell.

Frank rushed over to him, wiping his cheek with his sleeve as he struggled not to gag. Gerard was pressed up against the glass, staring at the police officer in horror. He knew what Miggs had done. He was disgusted by it. “I apologise for that animal, if I had it my way, nobody would treat you like that” He said softly, locking eyes with him once more. Frank smiled, a weak smile, as he held up his briefcase. “So please, do this for me”.

He shook his head. “No but I will make you happy. Go and look in Michael Way’s Car. You’d better go now little Iero, we wouldn’t want another episode from Miggs now would we”

Notes

What will Gerard find in Mikey Way's Car?
find out in the next chapter.

Obviously its not going to be a severed head like in silence of the lambs...this is going to be much darker.... xxx

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