It was just an accident, a simple mistake, Frank thought as he laid next to Gerard. Gerard was already asleep but he was restless and awake. It was about one in the morning, everything silent. The room was nearly pitch black accept for the moon shining through the open window. He sat up in bed, careful to not awake Gerard. He looked so cute when he slept. How could he ever do anything wrong?
He felt through the darkness for the nightstand and found his box of cigarettes and lightee. He wasn't a frequent smoker and this box had been with him for almost a year now so he decided to smoke one that night as he thought about how they ended up this way.
It had been a simple mistake. Frank asked Gerard if he could drive since he knew a shortcut to get through the traffic. Gerard was reluctant but allowed him to.
Frank got behind the wheel, not suspecting any danger or threats whatsoever. The drice had been nearly silent, nothing really being said. Gerard switched between radio stations, trying to find a good song while Frank absentmindedly drove. It was very dark and raining. You could barely see five feet in front of you. So when Frank heard the thump and the scream, he knew something had gone wrong.
The car came to a halt and Gerard and Frank shared glances that screamed, Oh shit. They both rushed out of the car to find a young woman, about 25, on the concrete in front of the car. She was coughing up blood and clutching her stomach. "Ma'am, I'm so sorry," Frank said. "I couldn't see."
Gerard and Frank helped her stand and guided her into the car. "We have to get her to the hospital," Gerard said.
"I know," Frank replied. He looked back at the woman briefly. "Are you okay?"
She quickly nodded. Gerard took off his jacket and gave it to her, pressing it to her wound. "Take deep breaths and don't panic. It might kill you."
Gerard had recently graduated college with his associates degree in medical studies. He could have operated on her but he wasn't licensed to. Plus, there were no tools to help.
The drive was taking a bit longer than planned. Frank absolutely couldn t see. The rain was much faster now, coming down in huge sheets. Frank stopped and said, "I can't see. Gerard call the ambulance."
Gerard looked to the woman and saw that her eyes were closed. "Ma'am, wake up!" he said, panicked. When she didn't budge, he checked her pulse. It was still and she was ice-cold from the rain.
He paled and looked to his lover. "Frank, she's dead," Gerard said.
"Fuck," he cursed. "We killed her!"
"She died from lack of blood," Gerard said, his eyes misted over.
"We did this. No. I did this. I hit her and she died from the injuries. This is my fault."
"We need to dispose of the body," Gerard said.
"What?"
"Do you want to get arrested, Frank? Do you know what they do to guys like us in prison?" Gerard's expression was incredulous.
Frank hit his head against the steering wheel. "Dammit. Fine."
"We-we gotta burn her," Gerard said. "Cremation. You have your lighter?"
Frank nodded and gave it to him. "We gotta drag her into the woods, light her up and run like hell," Gerard repeated, panicked.
Frank just nodded and they got out the car. Since Gee had more height and muscle mass, he carried the woman's corpse. He tried to ignore the fact that she was dead and surged on.When they were deep in the woods, still close enough to the mouth of the forest, he dumped her in a ditch. He dumped kerosene on her and started up the lighter. He tossed it into the ditch with her and watched her go up in flames. He was crying because he had done something so fowl and unpure. He was supposed to be a doctor. A helper, not someone who caused this shit.
He looked to find Frank crying as well. He was sobbing quietly. "I killed her."
Gerard reached for his hand. "No. We killed her." There was a bit of silence before he said, "Manslaughter. It was manslaughter."
Gerard and Frank cleaned his car thoroughly and sold it. They bought another, one that was a bit nicer. For a few months, they stayed in Belleville, not doing much. Frank was a mortician and Gerard a doctor, which was a bit dark. Gerard was life, Frank death. They made light of it, but in the back of their minds they thought about that rainy Sunday when they killed that woman. What a black day that was...
But things got worst. First, they just dissected animals. Then, they caught them and killed them. Then, they were killers, killing the damned who spilled innocent blood and pillaged others. They were no better. Somehow, worst.
They had to leave. Frank sold their house and Gerard washed his hair. It was once red, but now it was pitch black, like their souls. They began traveling across the country, perfecting their craft. Killing was an art, the hardest one of all. The knife your brush, the flesh of a victim your canvas. Gerard invested in the stock market eventually under a fake name because he didn't want anyone to be able to track him. They left their lives behind an neber planned to go back. Not Belleville, where theyhad accidentally killed that woman. Where they butchered two other people, one a pedophile, the other an abusive mother. No, they could never go back to...that.
Gerard awoke to Frank smoking. "Baby, you shouldn't be doing this so early in the morning," he said softly, yawning. He stroked the shorter man's back.
Frank grasped his hand, turning to face him. He sighed. "I know, but..."
"What?" Gerard asked, suddenly awake. He sat up, alert.
"That woman," Frank said.
"Which one?" he asked. "There were so many that we killed."
"The one that was a mistake," Frank replied grimly. "It was so...dirty."
"Frankie, the world is dirty. Ugly." Gerard pulled Frank into his arms. "But sometimes, you have to become one with foulness and embrace it." He lightly kissed him. Frank just looked at him, feeling terrible.
"I know," Frank replied. He put out the cigarette on the head board and tossed it. "Your hair..."
"What?"
"It used to be red," Frank muttered. "It was cute."
Gerard closed his eyes as Frank grabbed a handful of it. He stroked it lightly. Gerard touched his hand and kissed it. "I had to dye it. The red was too bright."
"I know," Frank whispered. They kissed again. "I'm going back to bed."
" "Okay," Gee replied. "Get some sleep."

Notes

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