MISSING.

Chapter 1~ The Way

"Frank can you answer this?"

I woke, slamming my head up straight, snorting quite loudly.

"7." I spoke confidently, and slightly too loud. It's not that I wasn't listening, but I was just too tired to care these days.

"Wrong. Let this be a lesson, Iero, next time you think this lesson is boring, or you decide you're too cool for school, you stay awake." The old bat looked down at me from behind her circular rimmed glasses, placed gently on her beak like nose, with an unappealing scowl.

The teacher gave me the most menacing of glares- that a could ever have been interpreted by a 70+ woman, honestly I doubted she was even human, she had strong gargoyle like features and if her tits weren't so saggy. could've easily been mistaken for a man who liked having his hair up in a large grey bun on top of his head, secured in place with two pencils.

But alas, I'm sure satan could come in the form of a butch old woman, I mean, he is satan, he or she could do whatever they wanted, hence why the antichrist in question decided to work in a high school.

I made the bland excuse of going to grab some water to slip out and roam the halls, flipping off multiple hall monitors, before heading to the flat roof which was of course, me and my friends 'hang out'

I was greeted to Bert, smoking, laying down and grinning like an idiot, with a lanky looking boy, with the skinniest legs and most knobbly knees ever, smoking beside him.

"Aye! Frankie! 'Sup!" Bob chirped, quickly sitting up.

I shrugged and sat down, grabbing a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it.

"Mikey, this is Frank Iero, he is like the shortest guy in the school, but also normally the highest- which is sooo weird, cause he's short but high- you know-" Bob seemed to ramble on for a while, because as usual, I ended up zoning out, thinking about something i couldn't put my finger on- and that was how similar Mikey had looked to that missing guy that my father used to research, I reminded myself to slap myself later, for that coming to mind when I first met Mikey, there could be 0 relativity to Mikey and Gerard. let alone that a boy of which I had only just met would even be involved.

"I know- When I was little, I think our families used to be quite close before we moved actually" Mikey stated towards me,stretching his lips towards a small smile, before residing back to a standard pokerface

"Yeah- I thought I recognised you, What was your last name again?" I half lied. I recognised his face to an old poster of some -now 20 something year old- guy who was reported missing back in '87, but not my childhood.

"Mikey Way. I think your dad actually was in charge of a case that we were all 'witnesses' to" Mikey chuckled warmly

"The case of '87, researched it a lot."I stated bluntly, looking at him, his expression twisted to a state of shock.

"I mean- my dad used to try really hard to find out what happened- never gave up actually, but now i've somewhat taken over." I added, as an attempt to sound maybe a little less creepy

"But surely, if your dad is a cop, he should've done it?"

"He died,the stress of it all took a nasty toll over the 8 years working on it, died when I after started here, actually."

He flashed a guilty stare before looking to the ground, and that's when I gathered that maybe Mikey Way isn't as innocent as he seems.