One more bite won't hurt

*um, contains violence and crap, sorry*

"Phew!" Gerard whispered to himself, "thank god that's done with. So, Seb's gone and I'm alive. Wait....I'm alive to carry on my boring existence here in the dingy little flat with only a rotting corpse for company; perfect."
He laid on his bed with his feet drooping over the bed, thoughts of the cute dark haired young man with the green eyes rattled through his mind. 'What was his name?' He thought to himself.
"Hm." He muttered, "doesn't matter for now, I need to go for a 'meeting' with someone." He used the word meeting lightly, standing up and pulling a balaclava (that was as black as the sky outside his window) over his head; his staring eyes being the only thing that could be seen piercing through the darkness. After making sure that every strand of his vibrant red hair had been hidden underneath a black beanie he headed for the kitchen; grabbing the most menacing knife that he could find in the kitchen draw. Nobody went against Gerard like that.

It was a while until he reached curb street, the street which lead to the woods, of course.
"John Nicholson...." Gerard whispered through the night, his warm breath forming clouds on the cool air.
"John... Where are you?" He continued, the knife laying patiently in his pocket. He tried his best to not accidentally move his fingers over the blade of the knife.
Gerard reached the sleeping bag where he presumed that he would be but when he looked closer no freezing body inhabited the bag.
"Fuck!" Gerard whispered to himself. He waited around for a while, staring at the street lamp, not noticing a tall man with brown hair stood watching this animals strange activity from across the road. It was Chris, Seb's lawyer who had given evidence against Gerard in court.

Chris crossed the street silently almost making Gerard jump as him and the blue suit that he was wearing tapped him on the shoulder.

"You okay? You looking for someone?" Asked Chris, cautiously.
"Uh..." Gerard stuttered, "yeah, I was, er, I was looking for my friend."
"Oh. You mean John. You looking for him? You came to talk to him?"
"Uh, nah, I came here to kill him" Gerard replied sarcastically.

Chris looked at him strangely and took a step backwards

"I'm looking for him." Continued Gerard, "he's like my best friend and I just managed to get a house and, er, I was gunna ask him if he wanted to erm stay with me." He lied.
"Then. Why the balaclava?" Chris asked suspiciously.
"Uh," Gerard thought for a moment, "because it's fucking freezing, maybe."
"Yeah. Suppose so." Chris replied dumfounded, "anyway, John is staying at the SA's homeless shelter for a few nights, the one at the other side of this estate." (the posh estate of houses)
"Oh. That explains why he isn't in his usual spot." Replied Gerard.
"Well, you can always go and see him."
"Uh, yeah, I could. Couldn't I? But I don't know where the shelter is." Gerard stated, pretending to look confused.
"I said." Chris began, becoming a little agitated, "it's at the other side of the estate. You go left at the end, then through the alleyway, then you turn right and it should be on your left."
"Still confused mate, sorry. How about you take me there?" Asked Gerard politely, trying his best to smile.
Chris sighed, "ah. Okay then follow me." He wondered off, not even glancing back to see if Gerard was following.

Gerard traced Chris' footsteps, following him down the street and occasionally he jogged to catch back up with him.

"So, you live round here?" Asked Gerard cautiously.
"Yeah, just over there." Chris pointed to a grand pale house that stood out against the sky and peered upon him. The gates that stood guard protected a spotless Ferrari that mocked and arrogantly stood above the normal everyday car.
"Nice house.." Gerard complimented looking up at the huge bay windows.
"Thanks."
There was little conversation between the two until they reached the same alleyway in which he had followed Kaitlin down, when she had been alive. The tall wooden boards closed in around on one side and a red brick wall on the other, the two of them pushing the pair closer together until their shoulders brushed against each other.


Suddenly darkness fell in front of Chris' eyes the disease infecting all of his body. Hands grappled around his throat and he was slammed into a wall, the force racking through his bones and throwing him to the floor. He heard footsteps grow closer to him as he slumped on the floor.

"G-get o-off!" He yelled, before the hands reached back around his neck; dragging him off the floor and pinning him against the wall. Gasps escaped his body violently as a punch was thrown into his stomach. Blood poured from his mouth now and reached out in front of him, his head was smashed into the back of the wall as Gerard returned him for covering his shoes in blood.

"Nobody goes against me!" Gerard yelled, pushing his elbow deep into Chris' collar bone ignoring his screams by glueing his hand across his mouth. Gerard took a smile to his face as he repeatedly smashed Chris against the bricks, watching as the corse material pricked blood from his face.
Gerard turned him around now, pulling him into his body and glaring at him with insane eyes. Now he checked that no one was watching them under the single flickering dull orange light. There was nobody there in the dead of night.

The red-haired killer leaned in towards him and clamped his teeth around Chris' top lip and then continued to force their lips together as he gripped his waist with the other. He grabbed Chris' hair and yanked it backwards as he drew the knife from his pocket, trying to hide the light that glinted gently on its surface. Gerard dug the knife deep into Chris' side, dragging it back out of him and etching the knife into the side of his victims mouth, sliding it across on either side to widen his smile. Chris dropped to the floor, his limbs landing in an odd mess as Gerard replaced the knife back into his pocket.

"Nobody goes against me..." Gerard whispered as he walked slowly from Chris' shaking body, leaving his just-about beating heart to be found.

Notes

Oh hey, so.... yeah. I suppose this chapter was weird af. Hope it was okay.
I started to listen to this band called enter shikari and, well they're really good. If I disappear for a few days then you'll probably find me listening to their stuff repeatedly instead of sleeping. Yay!
Thank you all. :) x
-Lou