Frank wasn't sure how he pulled it off, but he did. He managed to clean up the blood off the walls, the tables, the bar, and even off Gerard. Gerard was impressed as well. He had thought Frank would slack off and not put much effort into it, but Frank managed to get the job done.

As Frank washed off Gerard's bareback, Gerard smirked, "You did good, kid."

Frank wasn't too happy about the work he had done but still said, "Thanks." Frank didn't give Gerard a smile or even an attempt of one. He just focused on cleaning Gerard. Frank sighed, "I don't know where to put the bodies though. I just stacked them on top of one another in the corner of the room." Frank brushed off the strand of hair on Gerard's shoulder. He assumed it belonged to one of the bodies because it was blond.

Gerard glanced at the bodies, "Yeah, let's just keep them there. The police could never identify the bodies or what attacked them anyway." Gerard turned and faced Frank, "For your reward-swine, I'll buy you something to eat."

Frank frowned, "I'm dead, remember?"

Gerard paused and then laughed as he placed on his bloody shirt, "Oh, shit. You're right. It totally slipped from my mind."

Frank rolled his eyes, "Jackass." He murmured. He winced when Gerard rose a hand at him, "Sorry." He whined soon after.

Gerard smiled and placed his hand on Frank's shoulder, "Alright, let's see. You can ask me any question." Gerard put on Frank's jacket to cover his stained shirt before heading out the door.

Frank hurried and followed him. They walked out and Frank asked through clattered teeth, "Just one?"

"Go ahead and ask how many ever, I guess. See? I knew you were curious about me." Gerard grinned.

Frank paused, "Do angels exist?"

Gerard stopped in his tracks and looked up at the sky, "Oh yeah. They exist. And believe me, they're assholes."

"Have you met any?"

"Plenty." Gerard fixed his collar jacket, "Next question." He said as he continued walking.

"How does Hell look like?"

"Depends. What's your worst nightmare?" He grinned.

Frank paused, "Someone's hell is their worst fear?"

"Yup." Gerard said simply.

Frank couldn't think of any more questions at the moment. Especially since Gerard only gave simple replies and not much detail. But Frank did feel a little more safe knowing that angels exist .. but then again, after some thought, he didn't feel safe. Where were the angels when he needed them? Where are they now?

Frank abruptly asked as they both crossed the street, "How come those asshole don't help anyone who is having an emotional crisis or some shit?"

Gerard stopped and faced Frank with a smile, "Whoa, what the hell has gone into you?" When Frank didn't reply, Gerard added, "What did you need them for?"

Frank opened his mouth to reply but quickly shut it. Why should he tell Gerard anyway? It's not like he'll care. Frank probably figured Gerard would make some kind of joke. Frank murmured, "I'd rather not say."

Gerard frowned a bit, "I mean, I can take you serious at times-come on, tell me." This is what Gerard liked about humans. He liked that they all had their own stories that most people probably didn't know about.

Frank scoffed, "No, it's fine. Let's just go."

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They both hadn't said a word on the way back to the apartment. They were both in their own heads, struck with idiocy and planning. Gerard was planning how to get Frank to spill his story, and Frank was planning on how to avoid Gerard for the night. When they both entered the apartment, Frank turned to Gerard, "Why am I tired? Aren't I dead?"

"Yes, you're dead but the dead sleeps."

Frank felt disgusted with himself, "I'm going to bed."

Gerard smiled, "I'm not stopping you. I'll join you in a few moments. I'm going to head outside for a cigarette .. sleep well."

They both went separate ways.

Gerard walked out the door. The cold air hit him hard but he wasn't affected. He lit his cigarette and joked, "Stop staring and ask me on a date already."

The figure in the shadows wasn't amused, "You're an idiot, Gerard. You know damn well what you did and that poor kid was dragged into it."

Gerard looked at the figure, "Are you scared of the light, Ray?"

Ray, the man hidden in the shadows, appeared. He wore a black leather jacket over a white buttoned up shirt and red tie. He shook his head, "I'm the only friend you have that works up above. And I'm warning you. Undo what you have done before it's too late. Your brother is-"

Gerard's voice went cold, "My brother is a fucking traitor and weak. I'm not scared of him." Gerard took a step forward, "He can come down and beat me up but I'll be the one to rip out his lungs and hang them up for decoration in my new apartment with my new slave." His eyes went dark and the atmosphere struck the two, "My brother can't harm me. He can fucking try but I'm more faster and stronger."

Ray found it hard to swallow when his eyes were locked with Gerard's, "Y-you are. But he's been trying to track you down."

Gerard retreated, giving Ray a chance to breathe. Gerard smiled, "I love it when we play hide-n-seek."

Ray informed Gerard, "This is the only time I'll be telling you to give up."

Gerard's eyes lit up, "Well, it's the only time you need to. Now, if you excuse me, I have to accompany my slave in bed."

"Gerard-"

"Goodbye now." Gerard flicked his cigarette before leaving Ray outside. Gerard yawned as he yanked off his shirt and walked into the room. He stared at the empty bed with no reaction. He glanced up at the open window and sighed, "Oh Frank. You're such an idiot."

Notes

I love Gerard. xo