I awoke with a headache still pounding against my skull and my hands still coated in blood. My hands were sore and cut from earlier when Spite had thrown a glass at them and I struggled to open my eyes. I was laying on the soft but well-trodden carpet of Gerard's living room. Eventually I managed to peel my eyes open and as soon as I did I wished that I hadn't.

I struggled frantically but I could not move my arms as course ropes tied them together, I allowed the useless limbs to lie limp on my chest. Looking upwards I saw the ceiling, once it was a pure white glistening ceiling but now it had been coated in dirt and cobwebs masking what it used to be, but then again: I guess the same has happened to one of our main characters. The light above me laughed and mocked me as sweat began to form on my forehead, I struggled once more only to gain nothing.

"Hello Death…" A voice whispered.
I quickly turned my head to the side to see Frank stood, wielding the same knife that he had threatened Gerard with when they had first met.
"Fancy seeing you here…" Frank continued, it was as though someone had captured the grey smoke of an ever burning fire and trapped them in his eyes to swirl forever. His lips were pulled into a tight smile as he turned towards Gerard, he was stood behind the kitchen looking slightly more nervous than Frank, in one hand he held another knife and in the other he held an old lamp. If it had not have been for the situation that I was currently in then I would have smiled at him but sometimes you should be beware of the quiet and seemingly innocent ones- they can often be the most dangerous.

"Frank!" I cried, as he sat on the sofa to my side and peered curiously at the light reflecting from the blade, "Frank, please just think about what you are doing and jus-"
"Think about what I'm doing, eh?" He chuckled slightly, brushing his hair from his eyes. I caught Gerard staring at him once again but decided to say nothing of it. "I think I know perfectly well what I am doing, or should I say what we are doing. We are going to get rid of you once and for al-"
"Frank!" I cried again, wriggling once more to try and get my hands free, "Please! No! Just let m-"
"We're going to get rid of you Death…" Frank muttered, "for all that you have done. It is true that I first expected Death to be a guy but still," he paused to wink at Gerard, "it really makes no difference; we'll kill you all the same."
"Frank! Please! You don't understand what will happen if you do kill me!"
"Oh…" Frank laughed again, "I think that the world will be a better place without you. After all, you don't deserve to live after everything that you have done, Death!" He spat the words from his mouth before standing up and walking towards me, he crouched down by my side and listened to my heavy breathing as I tried to talk.

"What have I done?!" I cried fearfully, "what have I done? And how could I have been so blind? I'd known from the beginning that Evil and Innocence were planning to get you to meet. I knew that Gerard had white behind his eyes and then I soon learned that Frank had black behind his eyes. Why was I so blind? I knew that if you met then you would have the power to defeat me! Why was I so stupid? I really thought that you were going to die Gerard so that is why I came: to try and help. But you hid such innocence behind such filth and tricked me. You too Frank!"
"Maybe we were both ones to confuse Death…" Frank smiled, moving my grey hair from over my eyes.

Gerard walked over and stood next to Frank.
"You've hurt Frank…" He said, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke, "you've hurt Frank, and that is cruel and wrong. You shouldn’t have done what you did Death. You are cruel and arrogant and take what isn't yours."
"Gerard, I didn't hurt Frank, it wasn-"
"DIDN'T HURT ME?!" Frank yelled in utter disbelief, he dragged me to my feet and pinned me against the wall with the knife at my throat, "YOU! You are the reason that I FUCKING HATE LIVING! You took them ALL away from me! And to say that you didn't hurt me! You are right Gerard!" Frank spat before turning back to me and staring deep into my eyes, "YOU FUCKING HURT ME YOU FUCKING BITCH! You took EVERYTHING!"
"I didn't Frank! I didn't!" I cried between sobs.
"LIAR!" He screamed, "LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!"
With each scream he punched me in the stomach until it hurt to even breathe.
"Frank I-I didn-"
"Shut up!" He cried, "If you didn't do anything, then where are my parents?! Where is Alfie?! Oh yeah, they're fucking dead because you killed them all!"
"Frank I …" I dropped to the floor throwing up the pathetic contents of my stomach, my legs were too weak to stand and I was too busy trying to think of a way out of this. The crisp polluted air of the city blew in through the open window that lay open from my side, an occasional car or lorry drove past with wheels hauling themselves across the tarmac.

"Awww….." Frank mocked as he knelt down to my side, "is little 'innocent' Death not feeling very well?" He stuck his bottom lip and pretended to cry as if he was a baby, apart from the fact that the knife was still pointing directly at my chest.
"Hey, what the fuck is your boyfriend doing?" I asked, nodding in Gerard's direction. As soon as Frank's head turned I forced my hands forwards, the knife that he was holding cut straight through the rope that held my hands together. I didn't look to the blood that was leaking from my hands (I had managed to catch them on the knife as it broke through the rope) and instead I snatched the knife from Franks hand and ran to the other side of the room. Of course I tried to open the outside door but as you have probably guessed it was in fact locked. I turned back around to face Frank and Gerard.

"Haha…very funny…." Laughed Gerard, handing the knife he held to Frank who now began to make his way towards me, "very funny indeed."
"Listen, things just need to be explained…" I stumbled over my words as Frank advanced towards me with Gerard following behind.
"It's okay…" Frank grinned, "we don't wanna hear your bullshit."
"But maybe then you'd understand and then there wouldn't be any need for killing anyone…"
"It's okay…" Frank repeated, "don't waste your breathe."

Before I had time to stop him Gerard had run forward and hit me over the head with the lamp, I fell to the floor heavily and landed facing the open window. Let's just say that never again shall I underestimate an old lamp being used as a weapon because that shit hurts when you're hit with one. I tried to shuffle away from Frank who ran towards me but before I knew it he had pinned me to the ground as Gerard held his hand over my mouth to muffle the screams. The blade came down and I felt the cold run through me as it touched my skin.

You must understand that if I had not have done it then I wouldn't be here to tell you this story.

With the last of my strength I threw Frank from me, it was only when I heard Gerard scream in pain that I realised what I had done. I watched as Frank stumbled backwards and reached the open window, dropping the knife before his smile faded and he fell backwards. An awful silence took over the room as he fell and then I heard him crash against the earth four stories below and watched as Gerard dropped the lamp, unlocked the door and ran straight out of the flat.

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I looked down from the window one last time to see Frank's body sprawled across the floor with blood pouring from him. Sirens sped down the road and soon ambulances were carrying him and a wailing Gerard (who had stayed at his side talking and hugging him until Frank's eyes closed gently) away from the scene.

I did not mean to.

I promise.

I never meant to harm anyone.

I never meant to be a murderer.

Notes

ooooh....cliffhanger...im so sorry. Anyhoo I hope you enjoyed this chapter. :)
I survived a 6 hour day of team building at school, (thank fuck) so being able to write now is great. Also listening to enter shikari's new song while writing this. Oh, and I have a new story called how did we get so dark? Thanks for all the views and hope you have a good day. :)
-lou