Dead.

Gerard:

Love is something that cannot be replaced. Love plays a major part in our lives. Money, strength, and so on, are nothing compared to love. I have never been in love, until I met Frankie. He captures me, reminds me of me. But he also reminds me of what emotions can do to a person. I feel outraged, betrayed, but also devoted, secure.

I lit a cigarette, standing in the darkness. My lighter lit in the dark, the small flame was carried by the wind.

Love is strong, and could corrupt anyone’s mind. It could drive you crazy, destroying you if you ever lost the one you truly love...the good thing is, I’m already crazy. I’m already destroyed.

I need blood. Lots of it. I need to be relaxed. Though, I’m not the type to break a cycle. If I kill a man tonight, I would have to kill a woman, just so I could kill Mikey. If I’m really desperate, I would light a house on fire. I would wait close behind the only exit, the back door. A married couple would be coughing as they trample out, weak to the bone. And as the sirens off in the distance draw near, I would close in. I would break the man’s bones, hearing the dry shouts of his wife. Her hand would be reaching out, but her voice would be stuck. I would take all the strength I had to grasp onto the woman’s hair, yanking her head back, and sliding my knife across her throat.

I would collect the blood in a jug. Her blood would flow out messily, most would land in the jug.

I would do the same thing to the man.

I would keep cutting, letting blood seep out of their skin, into my hands.

My eyes looked down, away from a house nearby.

I’m no desperate fool.

The moon was bright, looking down at me with a glorious smile. I couldn’t help but notice a weak figure up ahead. I let it go as a by passer-until I drew in closer. It was a shaggy man and woman in ripped clothing, trailing weakly along the sidewalk. The two stopped by dumpsters, helping one another inside, digging through worn out shit.

What luck, huh?

I smirked before whistling a tune, “Well they encourage your complete cooperation,” I giggled as I skipped across the street, “Send you roses when they think you need to smile,” I suppose it was the whistling, but they turned to me, gazing at me.

The man took out his hand, signaling he wanted change. The woman cowered, staring at me. They did not speak. And they did not speak when I pulled out a knife, “I can’t control myself because I don’t know how,” I whistled before taking in the night as an advantage. One stab in the chest, “And they love me for it honestly, I’ll be here for a while,” Another to the arm, and one more again to the chest, “So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,” It was a thrill, a wonderful thrill. Oh, do not worry. Both had a chance to meet my end of my knife-quite evenly. They collapsed to the floor, their eyes widen in terror. Ah, but they were still alive.

I kneeled beside them, “Don’t go wasting your blood on the floor.” I smirked, “It’s been awhile since my last bath, y’know?” I frowned, “Now, how am I going to get you two across town?” I thought about it before checking my surroundings. I grinned, “Ah, that’ll do.”

I placed the man’s jacket on the bottom of an old shopping cart. Then I placed their bodies inside. Both were unbelievably heavy for starving homeless people, but it was really easy to crack a few bones to get them to bend the way I wanted them to. I snatched the woman’s heavy jacket before placing it on.

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“Give them all that they can drink and it’ll never be enough,” I looked down at the man whose body was leaking pints of blood into a bathtub (I managed to make my way in a house whose owners made arrangements to leave for the night), the woman beside him dropped blood too, her body was weakened, and very pale. She was almost done.

“So give them blood, blood, blood.” I laughed as I tossed the woman out of the tub, “Grab a glass because there’s going to be a flood.” The tub was obviously not filled to the top. Duh. It hardly filled the bottom. I frowned, “Well, I’ll add a little water.” And I did.

I kicked off my shoes and socks, dropped my pants down, and yanked off my shirt. My boxers slid off easily. I played with the blood mixed with hot water before climbing in. It sent chills up my body, and I smiled.

Bathing in blood was relaxing. When you close your eyes, you feel yourself just in water. But surprise mother fucker, there’s blood too! I laughed at my own stupidity.

I took in a deep breath before slowly colliding my body in the fluids. I thought of Frankie. He’s bright hazel eyes, his lustful lips, and his charm. I miss him. I really do.

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