The Kill

Frank pouted as Gerard led him to his brother's house. "Gee, he doesn't like me," Frank whined.

Gerard rolled his eyes and scoffed. "He doesn't really hate you," Gerard said calmly as they approached the door. "He just thinks I should have married Lyn-Z." He knocked on the door twice and looked back at Frank. "But she wasn't interested and I'm sure she still isn't."

"Yeah," Frank replied weakly.

The door opened to reveal Mikey Way, the younger Way brother, wearing a onesie for Adventure Time (again with the Adventure Time obsession) and his blonde hair a mess. He snorted and squinted at them. He apparently had just awoken. "I don't want your fucking candles, dammit," he snapped. He began to shut the door but Gerard propped it open with his boot.

Gerard forced a smile and said, "Hey, Mikey, it's Gerard and Frank," he greeted. "You're still blind as ever."

Mikey rubbed his eyes and said, "Oh. Sorry. The salesmen and religious groups are terrible here," he said. "Come in, I guess."

A few minutes later, Mikey was wearing his glasses and staring both men down as they sat on the couch. He was analyzing them, as he did with every person he came across. He was a psychologist and he had always liked to know what people thought. It was weird, but that was the Way way (lol, Way way). Everyone in the Way family had a strange aspect about themselves. Their grandmother, Helena, liked reading books about death and singing to crows for example.

The maternal side of the family was boring however. They found the Ways odd and a bit startling, but Gerard's mother was able to handle it. She thought it was interesting. Until she found out that Gerard liked blood and found him poking a dead raccoon with a stick. She knew exactly what he'd done but refused to believe that such an innocent twelve year old could kill an animal. No, not her Gerard. She never really believed it, even when she had to pick him up from the police station for tampering with evidence at a crime scene. He'd found a dead body of a man and began poking around his slit stomach with a stick. The only way they were able to tell that Gerard hadn't killed him was because the body was over a few days old.

Frank looked at his black Converse and heard Mikey clear his throat. His head shot up to find him staring intensely at him. "What?" Frank asked nervously.

"You're nervous," Mikey said flatly. "You've got something to hide."

Frank blushed and looked away, drawing in a sharp breath. If only he knew what he was hiding. He looked back to Gerard, who was fiddling with a game controller on the coffee table. Damn, Gerard was great at hiding stuff from people. He had fooled countless police officers and detectives, was a psychologist any different?

"Hiding something?" Mikey asked.

"No," Frank squeaked. He stood abruptly. "I have to use the bathroom." He quickly ran down the hallway and into the bathroom, slamming the door.

He was having another anxiety attack. His breathing was heavy, his heart slamming against his ribcage violently. his fingers trembled as he ran them through his tossed hair. He couldn't remove thoughts of his past from his mind.

He had a past that was very fucked up, probably worst than Gerard's. As a kid, his uncle had killed one of his lesser known cousin's and left her corpse in the closet of his room. Every night, those dead yellow eyes would stare at him, lifeless. The smell of rotting human filled his nose and made him sick. He was only eight. That type of shit fucks with someone.

And it didn't help that his uncle neglected him. Never paid him any attention whatsoever. He would usually forget to pick Frank up from school or that he wasn't able to fend for himself since he was a child. Maybe he didn't think Frank was a child.

Frank collapsed to the tiled floor and pulled his knees to his chest, breathing more labored than before. His eyes flitted from side to side as he struggled for breath. Just like the time he was locked in the closet with that disgusting corpse.

He had to share oxygen with a rotting human corpse. It kept falling all over him, covering him in her dead blood. He screamed for the first three hours but gave up after her realized that his uncle wouldn't let him out. He stayed in the closet for about four days and when he was released, he was absolutely silent. He seemed peaceful, but there was actually war raging inside of him. He wasn't the same anymore. How could he be? He had to resort to eating parts of the rotting body. He had a corpse inside of him. He was one with the dead.

Frank broke into horribly loud sobs, covering his head and screaming. He heard footsteps and the door opened.

"Frank, what's wrong?" Gerard asked. He dropped to Frank's level and helped him stand. "Are you okay?"

"The thoughts," Frank said. "They're...they're back and..."

Gerard wiped away his tears. "Okay, okay," he said softly. "We're going to leave, okay?"

Frank swallowed and nodded. "Okay," he whispered.

Notes

Frank is super fucked up, lel.