One more bite won't hurt

*contains violence*

Gerard followed Al into his house locking the door behind him. Al walked to the other side of the room, throwing his shoes in the corner but the plan that Gerard had worked out began to unfold out in front of him as he slowly crept towards Al, his hand clutching something that lay waiting patiently in his pocket.

"Gerard..." Al paused as concern took over his face, "Gerard. Okay you're freaking me out a bit now." He backed away as Gerard advanced towards him with an evil glare flickering through his reddening eyes.
"Where's Frank?" Gerard spat through gritted teeth as he took another step towards Al.
"I-I don't know..." Stuttered Al still stumbling backwards.
"How old are you Al?"
"Um, 16. I'm just 16 years old. Why?"

Gerard continued advancing towards him, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket and pushing him further backwards. He pushed his elbow into Al's collar bone and watched as he sunk to the floor, Gerard placing his foot gently on his arm so that he couldn't move.
"Could you keep a secret Al?" Gerard muttered, he knelt down to Al's level, still tightening his grip on his collar. Al flinched as his grip tightened and as spit flickered onto his face but he ignored the sweat that began to glisten on his forehead and did his best to keep his breathing steady.
"Well, doesn't look like I have much of a choice..." Al muttered.
"You see that bag over there?" He pointed to the holdall that lay across Al's floor in the cosy carpeted apartment with comfy fabric sofas and guitars which lived in every single corner of the room.
Al nodded nervously, his hair beginning to drop down in front of his eyes.
"What do you think is in that bag?"
Al simply shrugged his shoulders, fearing what the answer could be.
"Joel."
"What mate?!"
"Joel's in that bag."
"He's dead isn't he?!" Al asked, still pinned to the floor by Gerard, his heart beginning to rip through his chest and cause the sides of his ribs to start aching as if they were being deprived of life.
Gerard nodded. "And...." He continued, "if you don't do as your told..." He placed his fingers around Al's neck and pushed his head up against the wall. "Well....I think you get the idea, don't you?"
"Yeah...okay. Okay. Gerard. What do you want from me?"
"First off: I need somewhere to keep Joel. I can't have people finding him: if you know what I mean. So I was wondering, could Joel possibly stay with you Al?"
"You want me to hide Joel's body in my house?"
"Precisely...."
"Um, no. I'm not keeping a dead person in my house...."

Gerard pulled something that shined from his pocket, the blade gently glowing with silver as he let it swing in his pale hand. He pointed the knife at Al, tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of the knife, leaving a small trail of blood that rolled down onto the handle.
"Fuck!" Yelled Al, "Get off!" He moved his head to the side but the knife caught his cheek, blood pouring out of the flesh that cursed as it mingled with the fresh air that surrounded it. "Okay. Okay...." He whispered as Gerard prepared to outline a smile onto his face, "I'll take him. Joel can stay here...."
"Good." Gerard smiled as he placed the knife back into his pocket and relaxed his grip on Al's throat.

"Second of all: tell me where Frank is...." Gerard demanded.
"I-I swear I don't know. I swear."
"LIAR!" Gerard screamed, bringing Al up from the floor and smashing his head into the wall, laughing as he sunk to the floor again only to have punch after punch rain down on him: hitting his head and making him feel faint, his stomach him making sick up blood into a pool beside him.
"TELL ME WHERE HE IS?!"
"I'm telling the truth, I-I don't kno-" Al barely had time to finish speaking before he felt an elbow rise sharply upwards and hit him underneath the chin. Then the knife was brought to his arm, Al screaming in pain as Gerard carved into his arm as if he were merely a pumpkin on Halloween. The stinging of the wounds caused Al to scream even more as tears plummeted down his face and landed on the floor. "I don't know where he is. I threw him out, okay? I kicked him out because I was mad at him, I thought that there was something going on between him and Joel. I threw him out and I have no clue where he is...." Sobbed Al.

Gerard brought the knife from Al's arm, "well...I suppose you have his phone number, don't you?"
"I'm not letting you hurt him!"
"Oh! Don't worry, I won't hurt Frankie. No, you let me ring him and I won't hurt him and I won't hurt you. I'm giving you the choice to save Frankie: I only want to be his friend. I would never hurt him as he means too much to me!"
"I don't believe you!"
"Too bad I have your phone!" Gerard gloated, he waved Al's phone in front of him after sneaking it from his pocket. With a hand still at Al's throat he found Frank's number and placed the phone to his ear.

"Hey Frank. Remember when I said that I'd kill Al and all of your family if you weren't my friend?!"
Frank mumbled a concerned reply back down the phone.
"Well. I have Al here. He's not looking too good. If you know what I mean....."
"Shit. Gerard, I'll be your friend if you let Al go and besides I have somewhere to take you...." Frank pleaded.
"What?" Gerard replied letting go of Al and standing up, "okay. Okay. I'll be at my house. You'll be there? Good. Through the front door? Not the back? Okay. See you soon friend!"
Gerard left the house as if nothing had happened leaving Al in a crumpled heap on the floor, alive but with the words LIAR dug deeply in blood into his arm.

Notes

So...um...long chapter. I feel really bad hurting Al and Frank, they are like smol innocent beans. Sorry, this story contains way too much violence and crap. But anyway: also wanted to thank everyone who has given this a chance, it's nice to put a load of effort into writing and then people actually read it! Yay! Thank you. :) x
-Lou