Joel's blooded corpse lay in Gerard's holdall, not moving an inch as Gerard picked it up and slung it across his shoulder, smiling a little but then wincing under the pain that the dead-weight brought down on his shoulder.
It had been two nights since Frank had run from Gerard, and the red-haired killer with only a dead-man sticking by his side and no friend anywhere near him, though his heart longed to find and claim the angel that he knew as Frankie.
Once the grey clouds had settled in over the landscape and blocked out the rays of golden sunlight that were slowly creeping up above the horizon, and just before the darkness began to move from the waking world: Gerard set off outside, glancing around to see no living soul (but himself) out and about.

He walked down the estate, cursing as he tripped over a pile of empty glass bottles that lay smashed across the pavement with a puddle of sick complimenting it perfectly. It was with surprise, that in his attempt to walk around the puddle of sick, that Gerard bumped into someone walking in the opposite direction. Their young looking face peered up at him with hair curling round a fetus looking face. They wore a fake black leather jacket and black skinny jeans, chains hanging gently around the loops of these jeans and black boots stuck to his feet.

"Ey, watch were you're going mate…." the young boy looked up as he spoke, "oh, hey Gerard. Sorry I didn’t mean to…."
"Hey. It's fine Al. Don't worry about. What are you doing so early in the morning?"
"Could ask you the same question?" Al muttered, watching as Gerard placed the bag on the floor at his feet.
"Sorry." muttered Gerard, "hey. I was wondering if you'd seen Frank around?"
"Frank?"
"Yeah…."
"Hm. Don't know and don’t care…" muttered Al.
"Why, what's wrong. You too are really cute together!"
"Were really cute."
"Oh."
"That reminds me…" continued Al, "Have you seen Joel anywhere? I really wanted to have a chat with him about…something…."
"No sorry…" Gerard muttered as he peered down to the bag at his feet, "I haven't heard from him for days…"
"Shame… Well. I seems to 'ave nobody to hang around with since as though everyone hates me…" continued Al as he scuffed his shoes along the tarmac.
"Hey. I'm still here.." reassured Gerard, patting Al gently on the back.
"Yeah. You are actually. I was just heading back to my house. Wanna come round?"
"Yeah. Sure…." Gerard smiled, doing his best to try and lift the bag from the floor.
"Want any help carrying that bag. Looks as heavy as carting an entire person round."
"Haha." laughed Gerard nervously, "Its fine…I'll manage…" he slung the bag over his shoulder and followed Al as they walked towards an apartment that Gerard had visited only 2 nights before.

Gerard laughed at the fact that Al simply let him inside: unaware of how dangerous he was, unaware of the fact that Frank had pretty much sacrificed him to Gerard and was unaware of the body hidden in the bag that lay on his kitchen floor. Perhaps predicting what was to happen.

Notes

So...um yeah. Not sure when next update will be but I'm predicting somewhere between 6-8 chapters left but that might just all go out of the window. Oops. Thank you for reading and I hope that you are doing well. :) x
-Lou