From the earth to the morgue

I gasped out heavily as I plunged the knife into the struggling man. He looked up at me with begging eyes. I chuckled softly as tears started pouring out of them.

"Stop being such a pussy!" I spat as I lifted the knife only to thrust it down into his chest once more.

He coughed up blood this time. Fuck that was always a favorite of mine. Leaving my victims choking on their own pathetic blood. I bit my lip softly as I leaned down towards his face, placing a gentle kiss on his blood stained lips. I smirked softly staring him right in the eyes as I removed the knife. He let out a path if gasp for air. He probably thinks he'll get out of this alive. I chuckled softly just at the thought.

"P-please.." He breathed out "I won't tell anyone I swear..just l-let me go please I have a family."

I smiled at him sweetly, "Oh sweetheart I think you know I can't do that." I clicked my tongue softly "There's no escaping death." I smiled once more before leaning towards his ear, "especially if I'm the cause." I whispered softly before plunging the knife straight into his neck.

I laughed proudly as his hands rushed to his neck in a pathetic attempt to contain his now gushing blood. He gasped out only to be stopped by his own fucking blood. I smirked softly extremely happy to know the last thing he'll ever see is me, covered in his blood.
He finally stopped squirming after about two minutes. His eyes were still open. Gross. They looked so dark and empty. I shrugged slightly before looking down at my blood covered hands. I smirked wide before quickly pressing them to my face rubbing his blood all over my face. I sighed happily as I got up off of the mans limp body. I didn't even know who he was. Who cared. He just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I walked over to a mirror I had placed in the corner of the room, I've always been obsessed with seeing my face covered in others blood. I smiled at my reflection.

"I look so pretty!!" I squealed happily to myself.

I stared at my reflection for a few more minutes just admiring how fucking great I looked. I can't really remembered why I started killing. I just remember someone started insulting my Frankie and it set me off. The next thing I knew I had them chained in my old basement. They were covered in blood and I was holding the fucking knife. At first it scared me. But it made me feel more alive than almost anything else in the world. The only other thing that made me happier is Frank. He could never find out about all the killings. He'd get scared! He'd leave me! I don't know what I'd ever do if I ever lost my dear Frankie.

I sighed softly turning around to look at the man's lifeless body. I quickly got up grabbing my saw as I headed towards his body. I leaned down chuckling softly at his facial expression, his eyes were wide open while his mouth hung open. He still looked shocked and betrayed. I scoffed slightly I still can't believe he actually thought I would let him continue in with his pathetic life.
I laughed softly to myself as I began sawing into his arm, placing it in some acid once it was finally removed.



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I added in the last body part, smiling wide as I watched any evidence of his fucking existence dissolve away in front of me. I huffed proudly as I looked at myself one last time before hopping into the shower.



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*Frank's POV*
I squealed happily as I saw Gerard's car pull up into the driveway. I swung open the door as soon as he approached it. Gerard smiled at me wide and before he could even say anything I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly. I heard Gerard chuckle softly as he held me up kissing my shoulder in the process.

"I missed you gee!" I squealed happily similar to a five year old who just saw his best friend after a long day of school.

I felt Gerard smile against my skin as he replied, "I missed you too Frankie!!"

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