My Chemical Ferard

Blind

When Frank woke up it was dark everywhere. His first thoughts were
'Holy shit I'm blind' but he soon felt the fabric covering his eyes. Frank then realized his feet bad ankles were bound to a chair.
Great.
Frank struggled uselessly against the restraints and let out a frustrated sigh. His head still hurt like a bitch and he was starving, but he had learned early on how to block the pain message to the brain. Hunger on the other hand...
"Guys he's awake." He heard a familiar voice say. Poison.
Panic and disgust built in his chest but he pushed it down. The blindfold was pulled off him and Frank blinked against the light, unable to shield himself seeing as his hands were tied behind him. After a few minuets of adjusting he looked up and glared into the oh so familiar eyes of Party Poison.
"I won't fucking tell you anything, you might as well kill me." Frank growled. Party blinked at him wordlessly. Party had changed since the last time they had met. His hair was shorter and he looked...older. And calmer. Last time Frank had seen him he'd been as feral as a chihuahua that just drank a gallon of red bull. Now he looked...tame. Frank smirked up at him.
"Does the great Party Poison have no words anymore?" He said tauntingly.
"Oh Frank what did they do to you?" Party said, still staring into his eyes.
"What did they do to you? I mean, last I heard, you were a rotting corpse." Frank retorted. Party breathed out and sauntered over to a table in the corner, dragging a chair back over to where Frank was and sitting in front of him. Frank looked carefully around the room. It screamed 'teenage punk rebellion' with rock band posters and masks hanging everywhere. The room itself had wood walls and wood floors, an overstuffed couch taking up the middle and a small table to the corner where Party had gotten his chair. It kinda looked like it could be a living room.
"We need to talk." Party said, drawing Franks attention away from the room and back to him.
"Like I said, I'm not telling you jack." Party straightened up, propping his elbows on his knees and holding his face in his hands.
"Frank do you remember any of this?" Party motioned lazily to the room they were in. Frank vaguely recalled it, but he had spent way to much time forgetting that the memory was very very distant.
"Nope." Frank answered.
"Do you...do you remember me?" He asked carefully. Yeah that's the problem.
The problem Frank had had for years was him. Desperately trying to forget your voice and your eyes and the last time we met where I-
"Vaguely." Frank responded. Visible pain flashed in Party's eyes and Frank held back a grin.
"My uh...my name is Gerard Way, but the people you work for know me as Party Poison." Party said looking up at Frank.
"Yeah I know your name, dumbass." Frank growled. Party sucked in a breath and let out a small sharp laugh.
"You're name us Frank Iero, correct?" Party asked.
"No, it's Juan Pablo Ricardo Gonzales the 5th." Now Party looked annoyed.
"Look im trying to help you Frank-" he began but Frank quickly cut him off.
"Help me?! You kidnapped me! I know what you're doing! You...you're trying to turn me into one of you! One of your killjoy whores and...and...no! I won't let you "help" me!" Frank didn't know why exactly he was starting to panic, but he was, and he hated it.
"Before the guns cry and the blood dries and the masks hide your eyes, there are things you need to know and things that you need to hide. Before you let the people go to war, this is something you will need to be a lie. Because Killjoys...killjoys never die."