Who Framed Gerard Way?

◈Chapter Eight◈

There was a strange noise.

A very strange noise.

It was hardly there at all. Like a faint whisper you thought you heard, but won't mention to avoid seeming insane, just in case there was no whisper at all. Something so quiet, you wouldn't hear it unless the environment around was deadly silent.

And deadly silent it was.

The sound was almost that of a very slick motion. A sweeping 'whoosh' of sorts. A very careful, articulate 'whoosh' made by a steady hand.

Then followed by the sound of something falling onto dry grass. A dull thud and a soft crinkle of the bending green blades.

My eyes were still tightly shut, back pressed against the brick wall of Lindsey's house. I could tell Frank was right in front of me 'cause I felt his heavy breathing on my neck. He released me from his grip so I dared to open my eyes. Frank was standing still, staring expressionlessly at my face. The knife was no longer against my neck, but still in his hands, glinting and sharp.

I quickly glanced behind Frank to figure out what fell. I saw something, no somebody, lying on the grass. Someone familiar. A certain quiet, tall, curly haired someone. My jaw dropped for yet another time that night.

"Oh my god. Toro?"

"Hi Gerard."

I noticed he was clutching his side so I pushed past Frank and knelt at Toro's side. I pulled his hand away and saw dark blood seeping through his shirt. I gently touched the wound, causing him to hiss in pain. It wasn't deep, more of slice than a stab.

Something clattered on the pavement. I looked over my shoulder to see Frank, still unmoved and silent, facing away from me. On the ground beside him was his knife, still dripping red.

"Frank..." I started. "What did you do?"

He slowly turned to look at me, tears welling up in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Just a loud, heartbreaking sob. Frank collapsed to his hands and knees, shaking from crying so hard.

"I just can't do this anymore Gee."

I stood up, not knowing who to pay attention too. The bleeding afro man on the lawn, or my bawling boyfriend who's supposed to be dead and may or may not have just stabbed someone.

I looked down at Toro who seemed to be quite content despite having just been stabbed, so I got up and wrapped my arm around Frank.

"What's wrong honey? What can't you do?"

He sniffed and wiped at his eyes before answering. "This. Everything. All that I do, I just can't anymore."

"I still don't know what you mean, Frank."

"The lying, the killing, the schemes, it's just not worth it. It never was."

He broke down crying again and I wasn't sure what to do. Every since we both supposedly came back from the dead, we hadn't had the same connection that we used to.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him, rubbing his back in what I hoped was a comforting manner.

He looked up at me, face soaked with tears. "I tried to kill you Gerard."

I blinked at him. "Well yes I know that, you held a knife up to my throat not more than ten minutes ago."

"No no, you don't understand Gee. I tried to kill you. Not just tonight. Almost every day in fact. It was my job, what I had to do. I was with you because I had one purpose. Kill Gerard Way."