The Victim's POV

Dead meat. I, Frank Iero, am exactly that.

''Nessa!'' I whine, gripping my fast-friends pale hand as I saw the guy that looked exactly his age - which is twenty, for Gods sake - walk over to us with such pride his overinflated ego seemed to be bleeding from his ears.

''I...Frank....'' for once in the two weeks I've been in Belleville High, Vanessa Tucker had nothing to say. I wondered if I waved fifty dollars in her face and took off if her kleptomaniac side would take over and we could finally book it.

''He's coming!'' I whine, finally moving with all my might. Vanessa actually seemed scared when Mr. Gerard Way started his way over to us - me - hence, the fear dancing in her eyes and the way her feet seemed to be rooted to the aluminum floors.

We dodged people, escaping a scolding, and most importantly, escaping Gerard. I've never actually met the guy, but ever since the first day I came here and he saw me, he's never taken his eyes off me. He looks, watches, like if he takes his eyes off me I'll just...disappear.

Nessa looked less scared now, like she could finally breathe. It was good, too, because Gerard was in sight again, looking irritated, and this time my heart nearly came straight out of my chest when I saw two others flanking him.

''Nessa, go to class, alright?'' I tell my friend, trying to assure her I would be okay. It was one thing for me to worry about myself, but I refused to have Vanessa worry about me. Maybe if I just pissed Gerard and his fake-as-a-Barbie posse off I would be left alone.

She looks unsure. ''Are you positive? You really want to handle Gerard and his posse alone? I'll stay - I mean, if it makes it any better.''

Vanessa, who is obviously not herself today due to a recent fist fight with her girlfriend, was more than willing to possibly take another beating from Gerard and his friends.

''No - now go.'' I urge, finding them closer. The two boys flanking Gerard are named Bob Bryar and Ray Toro, I believe. Bob works in the main office in the morning and during study hour which is how Gerard gets to know his next victims so easily. Thankfully, I was spared thanks to Vanessa, but it didn't even last very long.

''Okay,'' she says quietly before hobbling off, making me feel bad. Vanessa obviously loved her girlfriend, and it tore me up to know that she got beat up so badly. I've only known Vanessa for two weeks, and I already care about her - which isn't good. My mom moves us around a lot, mostly because of my father, whom is a total dick, has a huge tendency to follow us and make our lives Hell once more.

I shake my head, noticing how Gerard was nearly in arms length, so I booked it, sprinting down the nearly empty hall now. People were in class now, which left me to the mercy of Gerard.

Cursing when I had a cliché moment and tripped over my neon green laces, I went spiraling towards the floor, going face first. I sprawled out, to scared too move. He's behind me - I know that. I know I can't runaway anymore, because he's right behind me.

''Get him up, guys,'' he barks, and moments later I was jerked up, Bob and Ray's iron-like grip reminding me of Vanessa's like on the first day of school.

Don't say his name, Frank - it's weird. He like...hears it. It summons him.

And summon him it did. All Vanessa had to do was say Gerard's' name and miraculously he showed up, not leaving my line of vision for a damn minute.

''You've been avoiding me, Pretty,'' Gerard says stroking my face softly, so softly I thought he meant no harm to me. That was proven wrong, though, when he hit me in the stomach once, twice.

Crying out in pain, I was going to scream for help when Gerard punched me for a third time, but this time aiming it for my face.

''You gonna be a rat, you dwarf?'' he spits at me, glaring heavily. My stomach clenched and unclenched as it tried to fight against the blows Gerard started throwing my way when I didn't answer him.

''I don't usually beat the newbies,'' Gerard spats, punching me once more before going on, his voice gruff, ''but then again, they can't usually escape me for two fucking weeks. Count yourself lucky I don't sick my friend Bob on you,'' he pauses before smirking, ''he has a fear fetish.''

Tears pooled in my eyes but I refused to let them show, hiding them with a beaming, yet lifeless, smile.

Gerard shakes his head at me.

''Such a pity. You're a smile faker, aren't you? I've seen you smiling around school...but it never seems real. Something's bothering you, isn't it?''

He acted like he truly cared when I knew it was just to get into my head. Gerard doesn't care about what's wrong with me - he doesn't seem to care about anything.

''I don't smile because no one has ever given me a reason to smile,'' I grit out, ''unlike you, I don't live all high-&-mighty. I don't have the school terrified of me, I don't beat people up, and most fucking importantly I don't scare the new kids! I don't make them feel like such shit they probably hate themselves!'' I was screaming hysterically now, pure and utter rage coating my words.

''I see how you treat people!"' I went on, ''that poor girl - Daffeny - you made her do innaproperet things to you! She didn't want too! I saw her crying afterwards! You're a fucking horrible person, don't you get that?''

Once all my rage was gone, and I was huffing and puffing, Gerard swung at me, hitting me with enough force that made his friends lose their hold on me. He wasn't done though, because he kicked me in the crotch, sending horrid sensations through me.

''Don't you ever talk to me like that again,'' was all he said before snapping his fingers and bobbing his head slightly, telling his two followers to get their shit in gear and get the fuck out of here before they get caught.

''This is illegal,'' I rasp once I was able to talk again. Gerard hear me, even if he had began to walk. His back stiffened, and I knew I had his attention.

''I'm only fifteen. You're...you're twenty. I'm a minor. I can get you arrested.''

My words caused him to turn around, and a smug smile plastered his face. His tiny teeth peeped through, and I shutter at their yellowing color.

''You're only fifteen? So innocent....so pure...'' he trembles now, from sick pleasure. He finishes his sentence by saying, ''You'll be so much fun to break, Frank.''

Notes

Yay another chapter(: I always feel bad updating one story and not the others, so most likely expect updates on my other stories tomorrow if you read them.

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