MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ONESHOTS

they strike at night

(trigger warning for violence/gore, death/mentions of death, and mentions of alcohol/drunkenness)

(i, beetle, solemnly swear that i am not a mass murderer and have never, and never will, murder/ed anyone in my life)

There's an urban legend that's going around Belleville like an epidemic disease. The tale states that a shadowy couple roam around town near midnight, carving their initials into their victim's cheeks and then kissing each other's over the body. Most people call them "The Night Walkers" or "The Night Couple." Some disbelievers of the story dub them "Bella and Edward" jokingly, shaking their head in disgusted awe, not comprehending why anyone would spread such a disturbing story, especially when it's untrue. Occasionally, they're called "The Bogeymen." Children call them "zombies" or "vampires" sometimes; they crinkle their noses at the story spread to them by teens, grossed out more by the romance part than the homicide part.

Their real names are Frank and Gerard. Not that anybody else knows.

It was a cold, January night. The snow was slushy and muddy under the couple's feet, but they didn't mind — they had each other. Dressed in black suits, they swung their entangled hands back and forth, each finger clasped around one shared knife. The dagger glimmered in the moonlight, matching the men's shining eyes, bright with sheer happiness and calm. They didn't bother wearing masks or gloves, for they knew they'd never be caught. They were too quick, too nimble. Too stealthy.

Gerard turned his head, long, jet black hair following as it swished and continued to frame his tanned face. He said nothing, only grinned at Frank, squeezing his hand (and the knife) when he, too, swiveled his head around to stare and smile back at his lover. That was the only exchange they made until they found someone stupid — and probably drunk — to stalk until they could pounce. That was all they needed: one loving, terrifying glance.

The poor man they were about to kill — oh, how he stumbled over his own feet, tripping over nothing but the air around him. But the couple took no pity. They only needed each other. It was enough.

The man reminded Gerard of how he used to be... how he used to act. If Gerard needed any other excuse to eliminate this inebriated man right here, right now, it was too stop him from influencing other people to act similarly. It was twisted, awful. Horrid. But as the saying goes, people do crazy things when they're in love. That did not limit Frank and Gerard.

Frank kneeled down on a knee, tugging on Gerard's hand once so that he knew to follow. They walked on their knees into the bushes, the dizzied man taking no notice. Gerard let go of Frank's hand briefly, placing his hands on the floor and walking on his raw, reddish palms and (now wet from snow) knees towards a tree that the target was not facing. It was now Frank's turn to follow, and he caught up to him, taking his hand again so they both held the knife. And then they leapt.

The job was done. The man was now left in a pool of his own dark blood, dying the snow, a shocked expression on his face that also reflected excruciating pain. Frank had a twisted simper pasted on his face that showed no signs of leaving, and Gerard noticed that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his mouth to snap back down either. He dipped a finger in the red-black sheet of snow and wrote "F + G" on the victim's ice cold cheek. Then he pocketed the dagger and kissed Gerard's soft, rosy cheek, slightly crusty with splattered and dried blood.

"Let's clean up, then," came Frank's quiet voice, standing up from where he was crouching and holding out a hand for Gerard.

"So you must promise me that you won't go out at night," Dad finished, "and always be home by curfew."

"Dad, don't try to scare me into being home on time," Daughter argued. "I know it's just you trying to make me afraid so I won't stay out."

Dad's expression became even gloomier.

He knew she didn't believe him.

She would be the couple's next victim.

(KbaeStar i saw you voting when i wasn't done >:[ jkjk ty for supporting meee)

(also also this is !! SUPA IMPORTANT STUFF !! so Blood-Soaked_Rainbow just posted on their message board abt people taking their ideas which is NOT very dope nor rad so i would just like to inform you, my friend [in case i'm the issue], that this prompt was not at all inspired by your recent post about the murderer couple. i believe that this story may have been inspired off of a oneshot book i read about a month ago and i am very sorry for any confusion i might have [?¿] caused. really sorry your stuff's being stolen :/ that's not very swag)

(so basically this is a public announcement that this story is credited to and dedicated to the cool person that is Blood-Soaked_Rainbow [check out their stuff])