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"You asshole." I mumble, wanting to punch Frank but couldn't, my hands held behind my back as I, yet again, had Matthew manhandling me along the corridors. For some reasons that were so obvious to everyone, even someone that wasn't all that present, you could point out the reason as to why Matthew and the other orderly wasn't hurting us or swearing at us or throwing some homophobic slurs in our direction.
"Excuse me? Yes, hi, my name is Michael and I wanna know what you're doing with my brother there and where it is you're taking them? I don't believe that you don't have a right to drag them out like this when I'm visited Gerard. May I please continue talking to them in peace?" Mikey takes large steps with those long legs of his just so he could keep up with us being dragged -- in the opposite direction of the cells that were used for my previous visits to solitary, my heart starting to speed up just a little as I remembered the first day I came here and got a punishment -- Frank seemingly struggling to move his small legs in time with both Mikey walking along us and Matthew dragging me.
Frank then gave up with his walking and let's his legs give away so he drops to the ground and making the orderly's guard drop as well as his grip on Frank, "Get back here, you fag." The man practically double Frank's size lunges for him and latches onto his hair in an attempt to drag him up and off of the floor, but his attempt was futile considering a expression of pure terror flashes across Frank's face as he begins to squirm, so obvious that he was only two steps away from crying and panicking and killing yet another guy that once again tried to control him.
I felt myself go numb to Matthew's tight grip on me, the words he snarled about my younger brother needing to shut up, I felt the overwhelming urge to protect the smaller and vulnerable man that seemed to need that help. My ears seemed to decrease the volume of the orderlies, of Mikey, of the general sounds of the asylum and increase a static like sound to the point where it almost became unbearable for me. I vision became then hazy, as if I was looking through dirty glasses that weren't my prescription. My mouth went dry, the vague sound and sight of a fist colliding with Frank's face is what set me into motion and what caused me to completely black out.
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"G-Gerard -- holy fuck, what did you do? Did -- why would you do that? Who -- who's strong enough to do that? What -- you're a monster!" My hearing seemed to return first, then I managed to focus in on my brother standing there, not getting any closer to me even though I managed to recognise his voice had been the one to say those words, sounded so scared and worried and confused and angry all in one. I didn't answer Mikey's questions no matter how pressing they seemed to sound coming from his mouth but I looked to his immediate left, noticing the man I just protected standing there, his eyes wide and face pale, hands clutching onto Mikey's arm in an attempt of searching for safety.
My heart dropped suddenly at the sight of them, a sharp gasp escaping my mouth at how painful it was. It hurt me to see that I had been the one to protect him, yet, here you see him clinging onto my brother in an attempt to keep himself away from me. I wasn't destined to be with Frank, all he seemed to do was latch onto others and not give a damn about me.
"Gerard -- I didn't realise that what they said was... Was actually true." For once in the short amount of time I've actually been in the asylum, Frank looked at me as if he was scared, not just scared of being here but he looked scared of me. I break eye contact with Frank and look at the ground I was kneeling on to see blood. Seemingly gallons of the stuff, coating my hands and soaked into my prison clothes, forever staining the hard ground that seemed to have dried into the concrete.
And bodies. Two bodies, practically tangled within each other and their blood forming a pool in between, each of them practically unrecognisable from who they had once been. Alarms then began to screech from a distance, patients that still had half a brain intact wandering in this direction and seeing the mini massacre I caused Brendon's reaction being the only one that I hadn't expected from the new observers. Brendon froze, eyes cast over the two dead men as he grips onto Ryan's wrist as if it was a weak attempt of holding himself back.
But that didn't stop the guy, he walks forwards, slowly, eyes wide and seemingly innocent as he glanced at the dead, stepping into a puddle of blood before sitting down in it, his light coloured clothing instantly soaking up the blood. This doesn't faze him, me kneeling in the blood only a meter away from him doesn't faze him, Brendon just dabbed his finger into a fresh wound on Matthew's neck, coating it in blood, before sticking it in his mouth to taste the dead man's blood. A smirk filling his face as he looks up at me, "Finally got to see what that son of a bitch tastes of. I have been waiting far too long to do that and I would've never guessed that it was going to be someone like you that helped me do it. Thanks, kid."
There were loud, fast footsteps headed in the direction of the dead bodies, the onlookers and I, only a few seconds before I was tackled and my face was pushed into the blood which only seemed to coat me even more in the death of the men. Yet I somehow seemed to find myself looking up at Frank as my hands were being tied up behind my back in an attempt of stopping me from hurting anyone but myself today.
Frank didn't look scared of me anymore, in fact he looked the opposite, a huge grin on his face and a glint in his eye as he blows me a kiss before I was hauled up onto my feet, the top clinging to my skin from the blood soaked into it. Frank winks at me as a goodbye and a form of reassurance that he would look after my brother whilst I was going to get tortured as a punishment for killing two assholes in the asylum.
