Holy eyes, I never knew I'd beg down at your feet
Hold on tight I never knew I'd know much more than this
Open sky, the wave of pain the scent of you is bliss
Hungry eyes, they stare at me I know, I know
Don't go! -TheDistillers//THEHUNGER

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Gerard's POV

I wake up in a cold sweat, empty bottles surround me. Vodka, IPA, Gin.. the good stuff. Mikey's still down in the basement, I haven't done anything to him. I wont do anything to him, I'm not a sick inbreeder. I'll call an enemy who'd be glad to enforce so much pain on Mikey, give him what he deserves. But I need to put that aside for now, Frank's the only thing that matters now.

Did my brother really do that or is he fucking around. Either way he still deserves the horn dog chamber.

My head hurts, it feels as if a train ran right over my head. I'm surprised I have my priorities straight. But then again my mind keeps traveling to the thing in the basement.

I hope Frank is okay.
I don't have such a great feeling about this at all. Probably why I woke instead of being a passes out bum. I might just have some fucking spidey senses, and they tingle when my boy's in trouble.

I need to see him.

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3rd Person POV


Gerard ran out of his house across town, he put his nose up in the air and searched for his bate. "Shit."

The streets were empty, the street lights were flickering, the scenery was perfect for a night like this. You could cut the tension like a piece of cake. The stakes where high, Gerard needed closure.

There were a few cars, none caught Gerard's eye. That was until a nice black jeep came slowly towards him.

He stopped running to glare at the driver. It was a girl with long black hair and a pale face. Her eyes were a burgundy shade, they shimmered slightly. Gerard hated any eyes that weren't Franks.
She gave him this menacing smile. "Need a ride?"

Gerard grunted. "Just so you know, I'm not an idiot. You obviously are some sick twisted killer like Ed Gein. I read the story."

"Bet you five bucks I wont make a lamp out of you. Where you going?"

"Can you smell the air? The vanilla scent."

"Uhh kind of.. what are you doing, chasing done a ice cream truck or some shit?."

"Just follow the smell."

"How about you do that.. and I'll listen to your directions."

"I'm losing time here!"

"Damn it! Just get in!"

Gerard hopped in the jeep. "Make a right onto ..Bella lane.."

"Got it."

"Keep going straight..house sixty nine."

The girl laughed.. "Sixty nine.."

Gee shook his head.
She just looked at him and smirked.

Gerard hopped out of the car.. "Thankyou..so much..uh-.."

"Lindsey.. nice to meet you.."

"Gerard."

Notes

Screw proof reading, I'm going to go get hair dye. Peace.