"Joel!" whispered Frank urgently, grabbing the hands that traced the outline of the wooden boards which wallpaper had once covered, "Joel. Stop please!"
"No!" Joel yelled, intrigued and crazy-eyed. "The smell is from here. It is. I swear! Why can't you just help me for once in your existence!" He clawed at the wall and ripped one of the planks of wood off and threw it to the floor.
"Joel, please! I just have a bad feeling! Please!"
"No! There's a fucking corpse stored behind this wall and I won't stop until we have found them and charged him!"

Joel ripped another plank off wood from the wall to reveal the corpse. Face half eaten; eyes staring, limbs arranged in an awkward position. A spot of dried blood dried onto the skeletal neck, Frank turned to the side; throwing up all over the floor while Joel just stared at the staring eyes that had been hidden for so long.
"He's a killer Frank!" Joel continued, "He killed Kaitlin and countless others! Can't you see that?! HE'S A FUCKING MURDERE-"
The front door clicked.
Someone walked inside.
They closed the door and locked it behind them.
Footsteps thundered up the stairs.
They now stood in the doorway to the spare room; looking down (without a hint of surprise fixed to their face) upon the two intruders. A smile formed on their face.

Gerard.

"I see that you found my friend…" whispered Gerard, red eyes flickering madly between the two before glancing at the corpse which drooped out of the space in the wall.
Frank and Joel simply froze, hearts racing and beckoning Gerard forward ever so slightly.
"You guys want to hang out?" he spoke, a smile taking shape on his face.
"Will you be my friends?" he continued, skin growing paler as he took another step closer to the two.
"please…" he whispered into Frank's ear as the receiver of the voice shook violently and the cold from Gerard swept up from his feet and grew up his spine as if it were a ruthless disease; spirally and cursing as it infected every inch.

"STOP!" yelled Joel, voice shaking, "Fucking step back from him, NOW! Gerard!"
"Um…" Gerard pondered, stroking his chin lightly, "um, no!"
"I said! Step the fuck AWAY FROM HIM!"
"And who out of us two has a knife, Mr. Joel Merrick?" he paused pulling a silver knife from his pocket and allowing its grim surface to mingle with the open air. "Yes…" he muttered as he watched Joel's mouth drop open, "I'm the one who has a knife. Aren't I?"
"Yes…" Joel's shaking voice replied, "yes you are…"
"And what are you two fine young gentlemen doing in my house on this very fine evening?" mocked Gerard.
"Finding proof that will lead you to a life sentence in prison. Why are you killing innocent people?!" replied Joel.
"I asked what you were doing here, Joel? My plans are completely irrelevant to the question, but you thought that you could simply walk into my house, without my permission, and leave without a scratch?"
"NO! But…We've caught you red handed!" Yelled Joel.
"Literally or metaphorically?"
"Metaphorically….for the time being."
"You dare lay a finger on Frank and you'll be sure to regret it!" Joel yelled.

"ha!" laughed Gerard, bringing the knife to Franks throat and allowing the cool edge of the blade to touch Frank's pale skin gently, "what was that?" he asked again, his hands gripping Frank's hair and held his head backwards. "You do exactly as I say, Joel! You don't tell lies and I won't slit poor little Frankie's throat. You say one word out of place and that’s it…"
"You wouldn’t hurt Frank!" Joel trembled.
"I don't want to hurt him. But if it came down to it then it would be: 'bye bye Frankie'. I'm afraid…" whispered Gerard as he ignored the terrified mumbling that escaped Frank's lips.
"BUT YOU'RE A MURDERER!" yelled Joel.
"Please…" whispered Gerard calmly, "stop stating the obvious…."

"Is it also obvious that Frank and me were NEVER even friends with you?! That it was all acted in order to gain information from you?!"
"What?! What was that friend?!" asked Gerard, moving Frank's fingers over the edges of the knife and clamping his hand around them so they couldn’t escape.
"We are NOT your friends!" continued Joel, ignoring the pleas from Frank: telling him to stop. "I never told you what I did for a living! And neither did Frank! We're police officers Gerard! We're detectives and have been investigating you on accounts for murder! YOU ARE NO FRIEND OF OURS!"
"At least I'm not dead…." whispered Gerard, standing behind Frank with the knife still at his throat and Frank's fingers wrapped around the handle. Gerard nudged Frank towards Joel and followed closely behind, smiling as Joel's back hit the wall.
"What?!"
"I said…at least I'm not dead…"

With Frank's hand and his own wrapped around the handle of the knife, Gerard brought it from Frank's neck and together they plunged the knife deep into Joel's heart; Gerard's laughing covering up Joel's screams and the tears which fell angrily from Frank's face.
"You're right Joel!" Gerard laughed, "I am not your friend!"
"Please…" murmured Joel, his voice hopeless and fading, "please…." more blood escaped his body and his eyes began to close. His body no longer shaking. His body no longer pleading for life. No longer speaking. No longer breathing. No longer anything. Gone.

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Gerard poured the fresh blood down Frank's neck, ignoring the fact that he was gagging. Before throwing him to the floor and smiling at the body that lay in front of him.
"GERARD!"
"Yes Frankie."
"LET ME GO!"
"No."
"Please!"
"You'll tell everyone about my little obsession…"
"NO I WON'T I PROMISE!"
"YOU SPEAK A WORD ABOUT THIS AND YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE BOYFRIEND AL WILL BE DEAD MEAT! ALONG WITH YOUR MUM, DAD AND ALL OF YOUR FAMILY, OKAY?!"
"okay."
"You understand the terms and conditions?"
"Yes. I promise."
"Okay then Frankie boy. See you around friend…"

Notes

......um........yeah....sorry......
-Lou