The Kill

Both men woke up early as the sun was beginning to rise.

Gerard rubbed his eyes and snorted as he got out of bed and walked to the shower. He heard Frank groan and smirked at this. He entered the bathroom and showered, washing his hair to rid it of the blood from last night. He kind of wished that he could leave it in. He loved blood. It was such a nnice color, dark red when fresh, dark brown when old, almost black. It smelled like metal and was sticky. It was like a strange obsession. It had gotten him in trouble as a child.

"Why are you cutting yourself?" his mother would ask.

"Because I deserve it," he'd answer. "And the blood...it's gorgeous." He would give her a sick smile each time.

He used to run to her with scrapes and yell, "Look at my blood! Look!"

He grinned at the old memories. He was such a strange child. But he was past cutting himself to look at his blood. He liked to cut others instead. Watching a terrible person bleed was fun and peaceful. Like his own bloody therapy. It kept him at peace.

He exited the shower and dried his hair and body off, grunting when th cold air hit him. How unpleasant. He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door to find Frank waiting outside with his towel and underwear.

"Good morning, Gee," Frank said. He kissed Gerard's chin and smiled that crooked smile of his.

"Good morning to you, too," Gerard replied. He found his underwear and a plain white t-shirt and slipped them on. He sat on the bed and found the remote. He began flipping through the channels boredly, looking for something interesting on TV.

"I'm going to shower," Frank declared. Gerard nodded in acknowledgement and returned to watching TV.

As Frank entered the bathroom, Gerard flipped to the news to find a report of a murder. That was most likely the work of Frank and him. The reporter, a young woman with brown hair in a black suit, was giving details.

"The murder occured at about 9:47 last night in the woods at the local campsite," she announced. "The victim was Harry Smith. He was 23 and had multiple criminal charges for sexual assault and drug possession."

"He got what he deserved," Gerard muttered, pulling his knees to his chest.

"It's the first murder to occur in town for three decades," the reporter continued.

"High score!" Gerard said. "Yes!" He grinned and changed the channel to Adventure Time.

Frank exited the bathroom, wearing a black hoodie and his boxers. "Really, Gee?" he asked, pulling the hood up.

"This show is classy," Gerard argued. "It has the best songs. Timeless classics."

Frank rolled his eyes playfully and climbed in bed next to him. Gerard wrapped his arms around the smaller man and kissed his neck. Frank blushed and nuzzled his face in Gerard's neck. Gerard turned his attention back to the TV, enjoying that he was having time to relax with his truly beloved.

Sure, they were killers. Monsters, in fact. But they weren't completely heartless. They just had tarnished hearts. Who didn't? It was hard to stay innocent in a world like this. Especially with people like them around.

Notes

Just a fuller...sorry for not uupdating as much...i have like five other fanfics going.