He stared at the raven-haired man asleep in front of him. He was on his back with arm flung over his eyes, his hair messed up from his restless sleep. His brow was furrowed and his perfect pink lips were slightly parted in a silent moan, out of pleasure or pain could not be determined. He was beautiful, no, he was fucking stunning.

He'd been asleep for what seemed like hours, but who could tell in this hell hole. He sat there with a cigarette perched perfectly between his lips while he watched the man sleep. He took a puff an slowly exhaled, chewing his lip ring in the process. He wished he'd wake up soon, it was boring sitting here. He sighed and turned away to look over the desolate horizon, patiently waiting.


Gerard slowly opened his eyes to the harsh sunlight then arched his back while yawning. He lay there for a moment to gather his thoughts before rolling onto his side to get up. He froze when he saw he wasn't alone. Before he could open his mouth, the figure spoke. "About damn time, I thought you were going to sleep forever". Gerard frowned, "Uh...", he was lost for words.
The figure spoke again, his back still turned. "We need to get going.'.
Now Gerard was really confused, "Who are you?". The figure said nothing. Gerard asked again, growing more impatient. "Hey man, I asked you a question, who the fuck are you?!".
The figure chuckled. "Frank, my name's Frank."
"You got a last name Frank?".
"Yep"
"Well, what is it?"
"Iero"
"Well, Frank Iero, my name's Gerard Way".
"Nice to meet you, Gerard".

Frank still had his back and didn't take the conversation any further, so Gerard decided to probe some more.

"Frank, where are we?"
Frank shrugged, then swept his hand out. "Here" he replied.
"Where's here?"
Frank shrugged again, "Limbo, or so I'm told", he answered honestly. Gerard frowned at this, "Am I dead?" he asked.
"Not exactly", was the only reply he got.
"Am I still alive?"
"Not exactly"
Well that's real fucking helpful, he thought.
"How long have you been here Frank?"
"Not sure, time doesn't really work the same here".
"What happened to you?"
He laughed bitterly, "Kidnapped".
"Me too", Gerard whispered.
"What date were you kidnapped?"
Frank sighed, "Halloween, my birthday. You?"
This must be the recent kidnapping Mikey was talking about. Gerard pondered whilst replying, "November 7th." Frank didn't respond.
"I'm scared Frank, I want to go home".
"I know, Gerard, me too. Me too".

Frank'e reply was so barely audible, Gerard almost missed it. With that, Frank turned around to face Gerard, with sad eyes and a sad smile. Gerard froze and then shrieked, Frank's face was the same one he saw in the water when he almost drowned. He scrambled backwards, his eyes wide with fear. "Stay the fuck away from me!", he managed to cry before succumbing to darkness once more.