”You know, I’ve always wanted to explode something big” he tells me quietly.
“Why?” I ask, quietly. We’re sitting at the corner of the room, far from other patients.
There are few nurses that are watching over us.
“I think it’s beautiful, that something important just gets crushed and destroyed” He says quietly and tries to control his laugh. His eyes are gleaming. He’s beautiful.
“Maybe we could do that. I’d like to see if it’s really that beautiful” I answer. That’s the best idea ever, I want to do that.
“How? We’re stuck in here” he asks.
We could escape; it’s not that hard to escape from an asylum. Or is it?
“We’ll find our way, I promise” I say.
“Okay, I really can’t wait” he says grinning and his eyes shining. I adore this boy so much.

“You’re beautiful, Frank” I say after a long silence. I turn to face him.
He just grins the way he always does, but it’s the prettiest grin I’ve ever seen.
“I love you too” he says and smirks at me.
His usual creepy grin comes back to his face and he starts to laugh loudly. He’s not looking at me anymore.
He’s probably seeing things again.

“Frank! Don’t go there! We have to leave!” I scream as he runs back to the building that’s going to explode in minutes.
“But we left my dad there!” He screams, I can hear that he’s crying.
“No we didn’t! Your dad is in the car already!” I scream. No, his dad is not in our car. His dad lives in another city, far from here. Frank is hallucinating.
“If he’s not there, I’m gonna hit you hard! You always lie to me!” he cries.
“Whatever, just get your ass here before you explode with the building!” I scream. I don’t want him to die.
“But--“
“The cops are going to be here very soon, we have to leave!” I scream. Fuck you Frank and your fucking stupid brains.

He runs towards me.
Someone else would be scared if Frank ran towards them with the creepy grin he always has on his face, but I’m used to it.
He looks so messed up, with that grin and his eyes red from crying. He still looks beautiful to me.
He looks at our car and his face goes blank for a second before anger fills him.

“My dad is not in the car! I fucking hate you Gerard!” He cries out.
He knocks me down, my back against the ground. He beats my face. He’s crying and screaming.
My face starts to bleed, I can feel it.
I hate living with him sometimes. It’s hard to live with a seriously mental ill boy who kills himself if you don’t look after him well enough. He always beats me and tells me how much he hates me.
But he’s still the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, even if it’s not long.

Then a loud sound of explosion interrupts us and the ground quakes.
There are people screaming.
We both look at the direction the sound came from.
The building is on fire and it’s crushed. There’s glass, bricks and bodies everywhere.
It’s hard to see through all the ash and smoke.

This is what we came here for, and Frank ruined it.
I hate him.
Frank is still looking thrilled at the building and everything, the grin is back on his face.
It’s pretty obvious that he’s at least mentally ill and probably worse.
I use this opportunity to change the position.
Now I’m on top of him.

“Fuck you Gerard! I wanted to watch” He screams and cries.
“The cops will be here in minutes and we have to leave!” I scream as I keep his arms against the ground.
“I hate you!” he screams madly as he tries to kick me.
“Yeah I love you too” I say and I kiss him.

He tries to fight for a moment before he gives in.

He wraps his arms around me and I deepen the kiss.
I love the taste of his lips.
We kiss like there’s no tomorrow, which is very possible.
There we just lie on the cold ground, kissing.
I don’t care if we get caught to be honest, why should I care after we’ve fucked our lives up the worst way possible? Our lives would never be normal again anyway.
So we just want to have fun with our lives, we've got nothing to lose.

It’s very late, people are screaming all around us and there’s smoke everywhere.
We’re both covered in ash and dirt from kissing so passionately.
Frank scratches my back roughly and that makes things even more passionate, I’m sure there’s going to be scars.

At moments like this I love the way we live, exploding buildings and then leaving by our car and driving far away. Then we do it all again.
Sometimes we go to stores very late when there are usually just the employees left, Frank goes to get us some food and I install the bomb. We shoot everyone who tries to stop us. Then we leave with the food and explode the store.
I love my life, even if it’s driving around the country with a mentally ill boy who hits me and loves to watch everything burn and people die. It’s very complicated; I hate and love him very much at the same time. He ruins my life all the way but I wouldn’t change anything.
I’m not as messed up as he is, even though I was in the asylum too.
I just killed few people once and they sent me there after I got out of jail.

I can hear the cops coming, the sirens are so loud.
Thank god it’s hard to see in the fog of smoke.
Frank heard the sirens too. We get up from the ground and run to our car.
We don’t have much time.

I start the car as fast as I can. Frank is sitting next to me.
We drive away as fast as we can.
I look back quickly.
There are ambulances, police cars, fire trucks and even a helicopter back at the building.
The building is still on flames, though the firefighters are trying to extinguish the fire.
I smile.
What a wonderful day.

We drive and drive, until we’re sure than nobody’s after us.
We're both tired and exhausted, Frank is asleep already. He looks so cute and peaceful.
He looks so innocent and actually normal as he doesn’t have his creepy grin on his face. I love his face both ways.
It’s very dark. I take a look at the clock, it’s 2:15 a.m.
Wow, I’ve driven for almost three hours.
I stop the car on the side of an empty road in the middle of a forest.

I get out of the car, leaving Frank asleep on the passenger seat.
It’s cold outside, and very dark. I hardly see anything but our car and an endless forest around us.

I lean on the car and enjoy the silence and peace.
I take a deep breath and the fresh air fills me.
I light up a cigarette.

I feel happy. I never felt like this when I lived a normal life, before I killed those few people who tried to rob me. They threatened the wrong guy, I’m not even sorry about what I did to them.
I smile to myself.
Now I’ve finally started to feel the true happiness. I can do things I’ve always wanted to do and experience. But the most important part of it all is that I’m doing this with the one I love the most. I’m free to do anything I want to as I have nothing to lose. Except Frank, he’s all I’ve got.
I would be lost without him, even though he’s the one who makes things so difficult all the time.
But as I said earlier, I wouldn’t change anything we’ve been through.

I stay there leaning on the car and just enjoying the moment for a while.
I take a look at Frank who’s still asleep.
I’m so glad to have someone like him with me.
I know he loves me, even when he always tells me otherwise.
He sometimes tells me how much he loves me, or he kisses and hugs me randomly.
That’s all I want, to know that he loves me.

I get Frank out of the car carrying him gently.
He’s very light.
I carry him inside our tent that I set up earlier.

I place him softly on our mattress.
I put a blanket upon him and get down lying next to him.
I stare at him, his face.
He’s way too beautiful.
I caress his cheek and kiss his forehead gently.

He mumbles something I don’t understand. He looks like he’s going to wake up, but he doesn’t.
He gets closer to me and I wrap my arm around him.
He’s so warm.

-----

I open my eyes slowly.
I flinch as I realize Frank isn’t in the tent.
I thought I would see Frank lying next to me, but he isn’t here.
I miss him already.

I get up fast, I need to find him.
I get out of the tent and start looking around, I don’t see him.
Where could he be?

“Frank!” I scream. My voice echoes.
No answer.
“Frank where are you?!” I try again.
No answer.
I scream his name for few times more and get no answers.

Then I hear something.

“No, Gerard would hate me if I told him” I hear a familiar voice saying somewhere quietly.
“I will not tell Gerard” he says. What’s going on?
“Be quiet you fucker, he’s going to hear you if you shout like that” he screams now. How ironic.

“Frank I can hear you! Come here now!” I scream.
“I told you! He heard you! You ruined it all!” Frank screams to someone, he’s probably hallucinating.
“Frank please just come!” I’m getting frustrated.

I can see him coming towards me.
He was behind a tree, about ten meters from me..
Oh, the smile is back.
I run to him and hug him.

“What was all the screaming and ´I will not tell Gerard´ about?” I ask him. What if he really did something he doesn’t want to tell me about?
“I threw a hand grenade at someone…” he says with a smirk. It’s hard to have a serious conversation with someone who grins and smirks at you creepily all the time.
“Who did you throw it at?” I’m scared. I feel a bit disappointed too; he went to kill someone without me.
“…the police men” wait what. Did someone follow us?
“Frank wher--"
“AND THEY ALL FUCKING DIED! You would’ve wanted to see it!” he screams in enthusiasm.
“Frank are you telling me that there really were cops here?” I ask. If it’s true, there’s going to be a fuckload of them here soon. I’m starting to panic.
“Yes, I’m not lying” He says confused.
I cup his face with my hands and give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Frank, we’re leaving now. Run” I say firmly.
Then we run.
We have no time to collect our tent; we have to leave as soon as possible.
We get in the car and I drive out of the forest to the highway. Frank looks very distracted and scared.

Oh fuck.
I start to hear some police sirens from somewhere far, and that just grows my panic.
I start driving as fast as I can, though I already drove speeding.
Now I can see the police cars as I take a look through the side mirror.
They’re reaching us.
I think I’m going to faint or something, the anxiety is too high.
No Gerard, you must stay calm.

I’m already driving as fast as I can so there’s not much to do.
Maybe it’s the end.
Maybe we are supposed to be locked in a room or a cell again, I don’t care. But I’m not going there, not again. I don’t want that as my future, our future.

“Frank, try to get the hand grenades here, fast!” I scream. I know what to do.
“Wha--" he’s confused.
“Just get them!”

He finds four of them.
“Now throw them out of the window, as near to the police cars as you can!” I scream. I hope he doesn’t fuck things up this time.
"I'm not sure I can--" he starts mumbling.
"Just fucking throw them already!" I shout angrily at him, i've never shouted like this. It's all so distressing. He looks so fearfully at me that I want to cry, then he looks out of the window.
There goes the first grenade.
And the second one.

“Wow, Frank! You’re good” I scream and smile at him as I see one of the cars burst into flames.
Then I take a look at the road coming up ahead.
Fuck fuck fuck.
There’s like six police cars coming.
We’re doomed.
There’s no way out of this.

I stop the car.
Frank looks at me, horrified. I pick the last two grenades.
He follows me with his fearful gaze as I get out of the car.

We’re surrounded by so many police cars, and there are cops ready to shoot us if we do anything suspicious.
I come out of the car with a smile; it’s all going to end now, there’s no need to waste time on being sad. We’ve had a long road with Frank, we’ve done this for almost a year and they haven’t caught us until now. I feel like a winner, a winner of a war against the world.
“Hands up!” one of the cops shouts.
I do as commanded, and smile wider than ever.
I see Frank coming out of the car, he looks weird, and the grin isn’t there.
He looks seriously horrified and is about to cry. I hate to see him like this.
“Frank, my love, there’s no need for that! Smile, smile like you always do!” I shout at him.
He looks at me, he sees my smile.
Suddenly the grin is back. he comes to me.

None of the cops have moved closer. They’re watching over us.
They’re pointing their guns at us, following our every move with them.
I place my finger under Frank's chin; I look him in the eyes.
Then, before I can do anything, he throws himself on me wrapping his arms around me and kissing me. We kiss each other roughly, not caring about the cops that are staring at us.
I love this boy.

I hug Frank tight and whisper into his ear.
“Look what I've got in my pocket”
He takes a look down and realizes the grenades. The grin grows wider.
He picks one of them.

I turn to face the fuckload of polices.
“Frank! Ready, set, go!” I can hear the cops starting to load their guns.
“I LOVE YOU GERARD!” is all I hear as I throw my grenade at the cops, Frank does the same.

They start shooting, first one to fall is Frank. I see him just falling down to the ground screaming and crying.
I run to him and fall on him as I get shot.

He’s still alive, as I am too.
But it’s not going to be long before we both die.
But at least I got to die on him.

“I love you too” I say before my view finally goes black.

- - - - - -

And on that day, a famous couple of maniacs who escaped the asylum and exploded tens of buildings, were shot.

Notes

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