"Come on out, Frankie. Wouldn't you like to play?" I cowered in fear. I wouldn't like to play with this maniac. He spotted me. No, no, no, no, no! "Is poor Frankie afraid of little me?" The boy with a grin like the Jokers asked me. He held a bloodied knife in his hand. "Poor, poor, Frankie." His voice was monotone, but had a creepy edge to it. I crawled away from him, only to find myself in a corner. Bad choice. His friends grabbed my arms and pulled me up. I swear they weren't there a minute ago. They held onto my arms with such force, there would have to be bruising left, if there wasn't, it would be too odd. The boy came into view and I could see his porcelain skin, and dead eyes. His mouth was cut from the sides, much like the Joker, but it made him seem quite the horror. His clothes were ripped up and bloodied, and his eyes were bloodshot and huge. "Hold still, Frankie. We'll make you beautiful." A knife was held up to my throat and that voice was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

"Frank!" The voice hit me like a sack of bricks. "Oh, Jesus, Frank, you scared me shitless. Y-You were screaming and shaking, and, oh god... I didn't know what to do-" I latched onto Gerards shirt. Tears streaming down my face. We must have fallen asleep on the floor, but as soon as that dream hit me, I knew I wasn't going to be safe for long. "Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head. The last words I told him were the most sheer and honest I've spoken and those would be the last words he'd hear for months. "Oh, Frankie..." Pity. Why would he pity me? I don't need his pity. Dark. We're in the dark. I began to shake. I felt his arms snake around my waist, he did it so hesitantly, as if comfort was an alien feeling to him. Yet, I didn't seem to mind too much, especially not that he was touching me. Nobody touches me without my consent. The thought left me when I felt one hand move up to my head and gently lower my head onto his chest. The feeling I never thought I'd have. Not since-
I wanted to know what was wrong with Gerard, why is he hesitant? Why sensitive and warm? Why exactly three forty seven in the morning? Why did this feel right? I had far too many questions for him, and not one would slip off my tongue and tumblr gently off my lips, left to hang in the air until answered.

"Hand in mine, into your icy blues,
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway,
With this trunk of ammunition too,
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets," Gerard sang softly. With every word I fell in love with his voice more and more. I wanted this voice to sing me to sleep when I was afraid. But he stopped after that one verse, as if he didn't know what would come next. Although, he did know. Maybe it was one of those things I'd need to ask about. Later I thought. I listened to the heartbeat of the enigma of a boy, or man, sitting here holding me, I swear, it was the second most beautiful sound I've heard in my life. "Fuck." I heard him swear. I peeled myself away from him and he lost his shit. "Stay away. Just get the fuck away from me, okay? You like alone, and I'll give you alone." He pushed me away and ran into the washroom. What just happened? My brain was trying to wrap itself around the situation and I was getting a few thoughts when I saw the light in the washroom go out and Gerard emerge in his pj's. Batman flannel, and simple grey shirt. Good taste in comics, I had to hand it to him. By his appearance, he had a good taste in music too. We exchange a glance and he broke. He just fell to his knees and his head in his hands. I could tell he was trying so hard not to let the whimpers of helplessness escape his tragically chapped lips. There was something about them I couldn't place, but it wasn't a good memory. There was so many feelings behind it, and I had the secret to not feeling a thing, that is, up until Gerard walked into the institute. "F-F-Frank?" I looked up. "Can you.... God this is stupid... Could you, share a bed with me? I'm afraid of sleeping alone... Last time-" He choked through his sobs. He didn't need to explain if he wasn't ready. I tried to gently grab his wrist but he flinched away. I guess he understood what I wanted because he removed his hands from his face and just looked at me, and got up. I followed suit and he just reached for my hand and didn't let go, not even when we reached the bed. And not even when we fell asleep. All I remember is that at some point he held onto my hand and scooted closer until he wrapped his free hand around my waist and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up to and empty bed and banging on my door.

"BREAKFAST!" Dan shouted from the other side. I groaned and got out of bed. I pulled my clothes out from under my bed and selected an old Misfits shirt, black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees, and a grey cardigan. As I slipped out of my pj's and into my clothes, Gerard walked in from the bathroom. Embarrassed I looked away, and finished changing.

"Wow." Gerard breathed. "Your tattoos are truly beautiful." I was at loss for words. "You're a canvas. Your body, I mean. It's amazing." I blush a little and my heart speeds up. No. Stop it Frank. You remember what happened to the last person you felt like this about... I have a tattoo on my right hand for the person I once loved and then they killed her. Cruel world, and after years, I got over it. "If I could paint something like this, I would, but I'm only allowed pencils and have to be supervised when I sharpen them." I could hear the sadness creep into his voice. "Let's just go eat." I nodded and showed the way.
I sat alone at a table in the far corner, and all I ever ate was cereal for breakfast. Needless to say, I was trying to lose weight. I'm gross and fat. Nothing anyone could ever love. So Gerard and I sat there for a good half hour until visiting time.

"Frank, Mikey Way is here to visit you." I smiled and got up, gesturing for Gerard to come along but his face was composed of anger.

"Why is my brother visiting you?" Were the hurtful, venomous words that left his mouth. Mikey Way. Gerard Way. Holy fuck, brothers... So why did Mikey chose me over his own brother?

Notes

What do you think? I hope it's good. It better be. I gave up studying for science and history for this. Oh well. Shit is starting to get real.

What do you think will happen?
xxx Soulless Vampire xxx