Dead.

I had a hazed walk with Gerard. I felt blinded by the effects of the liquor. I knew he was tugging at my hair, but I didn't feel most of the pain. And I was being too much of a drunken fool that I couldn't pull away. I knew he was a bad person from the moment I fucking saw him...but what was he plan on doing? Raping me?

I looked up to his face, then to his hair. His matted hair formed into a crow-no, a Raven. My eyes widen, "Y-you, you're-"

His hand smacked over my mouth, "Hush." He tugged at my hair, "Shut up." He commanded before dragging me into an alley. The Raven. He was the Raven. The Serial Killer. Why wasn't I afraid? I was more surprised than anything. I felt his hands force my body through a small door.

The room reeked of a strong metallic scent. I felt his hands push onto my back, causing my body to hit the floor. shooting up strong nerves up my body. I groaned, "Gerard-"

A strong force pressed against my stomach. I shouted in pain, clenching my teeth. I laid on my back, my arms wrapped around my stomach. Gerard's hands picked me up as he retreated his foot, "I need you to relax a bit." He pushed my body onto a chair. I could feel the acid in my stomach, making its way up my throat. I felt Gerard tie ropes around my chest, tying me up against the steel chair. I groaned aloud before throwing up the liquor and breakfast I had this morning.

Gerard laughed, "Weak stomach, but strong mind."

I looked at him, "Gerard, you're...you're the Raven?"

Gerard didn't reply. He pulled out a gag and reached it to my mouth. I moved my head away and tucked my lips in. I said, "I don't want to be your victim."

Gerard rolled his eyes, "That's cute. You think you have a choice." He reached in again, but I pushed my whole body aside barley, "No. I admire you from afar, I never wanted to become one of the people who gets stabbed repeatedly and left on the street."

Gerard looked at me, "You admire my work?"

I looked away and muttered, "I'm just as crazy as you."

Gerard stared but suddenly burst into laughter, "Not as crazy as me, but if you admire dead bodies on the street, then yeah, pretty crazy." He placed the gag down and reached for an unstable chair, setting it in front of me. He sat on it and leaned in, his breath brushed against my lips, "Let me tell you something, Frankie. I don't like my victims. But you," He touched my chest with the end of the blade, "You might be as crazy as me, kiddo."

His hazel eyes stared into mine. I saw loss, hope, and psychotic in his eyes. I replied, leaning in slightly, "I may not have any emotion of sympathy but no one is as crazy as you."

I wasn't sure if I meant it as a compliment, but it seemed by his smile he took it as a compliment. He grinned, "I know." He looked at me, his eyes scanning my facial features, "Wanna make a deal, Frankie?"

"A deal?"

He nodded, repeating, "A deal." Gerard reached up his hand, resting it on my cheek. His hand was soft, somewhat cozy. I leaned my cheek on his hand slightly as he said, "I really want to kill you. You would be a great memory in my head. A smart, psychotic man like you would make me proud of what I've done," He pressed the blade inward into my skin. The burning sensation gave me goosebumps but he stopped suddenly, "But I also want to be like the Tool Box Killers...but I need a partner-"

"To rape, torture, and murder? Luring women into a van?" I slightly joked.

He looked at me but smiled slowly. He was impressed, and it gave me a warm feeling in my stomach. I thought that researching Serial Killers was crazy, but this man accepted it. He smiled, "Be the Roy Lewis to my Lawrence Bittaker, Frankie. I won't kill you but only if you join me."

I was interested in the deal, honestly. Though the thought of murder had never crossed my mind. I looked at him, "I've never considered murder."

Gerard grinned, "Baby, it's the best part about being a psychopath." He chuckled lightly, his small teeth exposed, "With your sick mind, you're bound to like it."

An emotionless robot. I was an emotionless robot who couldn't feel what others could. I was interested in Serial Killers and murder. I love the sight of blood. This was my forte, and most importantly I get to side with The Raven. I nodded, "Okay, I'll be your partner...I don't have much to lose."

Gerard warned, "You can't go back on this, Frankie."

I nodded, "I know."

Gerard to a glimpse at my lips, "Let's make it official."

I felt a sudden warmth on my cheeks as he leaned in. I saw his lips pucker a bit, aiming at my lips. They touched slightly-making Gerard moan. He moved away, "You make me weak, Frankie." He chuckled. Gerard looked at me for a long time before he unsuspectedly slammed his lips against mine, his hand cupped my cheeks as he deepened the kiss. I can feel the vibrations of his moans travel around my lips. I moved my head away, "The deal is official, Gerard."

He leaned back, "I guess I have an attraction for you," He laughed.

I wasn't sure if he was kidding, but I shrugged it off as he untied me. He grabbed my hand and placed a knife in the palm of my hand, "Tomorrow."

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