Honeyboy.

When Gerard got the boy into his car, he blindfolded him and tied his hands behind his back. "Here here, little honeyboy, it's for your own good." Gerard whispered, Frank seemingly shocked into silence as he simply nodded and whimpered.

During the ride, Frank was silent, and it was starting to piss Gerard off. All the people he'd killed had begged and pleaded to be let go or spared. Gerard had expected the same from a kidnapping, though he was sorely disappointed.

The ride to Gerard's house took just over an hour. It was far from the city, a run down little house hidden by trees and armed with a self-made security system.

Gerard had set everything up perfectly, with privacy his top priority. Only he could get in and out of the house, amd if someone was on his property unsolicited, they'd be taken down immediately without a clue of what happened, and join the graveyard behind the house.

Gerard hit a button on his phone that momentarily disabled the security system as he pulled into the attached garage, getting Frank out of the car rather roughly.

Gerard pulled him inside, fuming with anger for a reason unbeknownst to anyone. He led the silent boy inside the hiuse and to the kitchen, tearing off the blindfold, glaring down at the boy.
"Say something, god dammit!"
He spat, the boy's eyes widening at Gerard's sudden anger. "H-H-Hello." Frank blurted out, Gerard's anger disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared.
"Good, little honeyboy. If I untie your hands, you'll still be a good boy, right?" Gerard asked, putting a finger under Frank's chin and tilting his head up. "Yessir." Frank said obediently, flinching away from Gerard's touch.

"Don't be scared." Gerard murmured, untying Frank's wrists and humming softly, as if having kidnapped a 17 year old was as casual as a Tuesday brunch.
"You're Gerard Way." Frank whispered, biting his lip.
"I am." Gerard nodded proudly, smirking as he walked across the kitchen, opening a cabinet, looking for something to eat.
"You killed thirteen people." Frank said, staying in the spot Gerard had left him, trembling.
"I did." The man laughed, Frank looking horrified.

"It was so fun too."

Gerard grinned, pulling out a can of soup. "Are you hungry, honeyboy? It's awful late. I bet you were just heading home to eat some of your mommy's home cooked dinner." Gerard grinned, looking rather insane as he shut the cabinet.
Frank was about to say no, not trusting the man enough not to think he'd be poisoned, but his stomach betrayed him with a growl of hunger.

"Oh, poor Frankie." Gerard grinned, dumping the can of soup into a bowl and sticking it into the microwave.

They stood in silence for a while before the microwave beeped, Gerard pulling the soup out and putting a spoon in it, testing it to see if it was too hot before leading frank to the living room.

He set the bowl on the coffee table, sitting on the couch and motioning for Frank to sit down.

Frank went to grab the spoon to take a bite but Gerard slapped his hand away. Hard. Frank looked up at him, confused, though Gerard simply smiled picking up the spoon and instructing Frank to open his mouth. "I'll feed you, honeyboy." He whispered, grinning. Frank was too frightened to protest, Gerard looking strangely interested as he fed frank spoonfuls until the bowl was empty.

This was not at all what Frank had expected. To be spoonfed like a child. He'd expected to be dead by now, actually.

But Gerard didn't have any intentions of killing the boy. He planned to have him fun with him, certainly, but he wouldn't dare kill Frank.

Notes

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