My Chemical Ferard

Dreaming sucks

For the first time in Franks life, Frank was doubting himself. He figured it was because he was suffering from withdraw away from his ecstasy mind-numbing pills, but the reality was Franks mind-Franks real mind was starting to fight. Fun Ghoul was still in there. And he was fighting tooth and nail to get out. Fun was fighting for Party. From the moment Gerard had reappeared in his life, Fun Ghoul could sense it. Sense him. And he getting more desperate by the second, trying impossibly hard to get back into his own skin. But BLi drugs are, unfortunantly, very strong. Stronger than Fun Ghouls weakened mind. But the effect of the drugs and of Fun ghoul, was Frank being completely confused. He slipped in and out of consciousness often. He was barely able to eat, drink, hell, he could barely walk. It had been a few weeks since he had been taken by the killjoys. But taken from where? Frank hadn't the faintest. More often than not, Frank would wake up having no idea where-or who- he was. Some days Frank would wake up screaming a name he didn't know.
Jamia.
Whoever she was, Frank, nor anyone else knew how he knew her.and some days, on the absolute worst of days, Frank would scream Gerard's.
When this happened for the first time, Gerard had burst into the room, looking quiet confused and befuddled. Gerard still had the instincts from when Fun would have nightmares to comfort, and every molecule in his body wanted to do so, but he restrained. This wasn't Fun. He had to remind himself constantly. But as he watched Frank whimper and cry out for him, his heart twisted and shattered. Maybe this would Frank playing him. He wouldn't hold him above it. This was a BLi agent after all. But it all became so... Fun. Sometimes when he first woke up, he'd stare at Gerard and get a lop-sided smile. One Fun would always smile at him, playful and loving. But after a few seconds it'd disappear into a scowl. Frank realized this was happening as well. Frank was bordering becoming desperate. And it was torture. How could he, a proud BLi agent, have such strong and confusing emotions about a KILLJOY?! He was sure he was even seeing things now, he could have sworn he had seen a giant pink bear walking around the house. If you could call it house.
"I don't understand why you're keeping me here." Frank said the second Gerard came into the room with his food.
"We're trying to bring you back." Gerard said putting the cans on the table. Gerard came around him and untied him. Frank hadn't tried to escape yet, so Gerard just assumed he wouldn't. He was enjoying himself to much. Even then, Gerard always had a Ray gun pointed at him if he tried to make a move. Frank rubbed his wrists and sat down at the table, picking up the canned food and moving it between his hands.
"Well how's that going for you?" Frank asked bitterly.
"Great actually. I mean sometimes you actually act like Fun. You're sleeping, but it's close."
Frank growled. He actually growled. He stared up. Straight into the barell of the Ray gun.
"Let. Me. Go." He said sternly. Gerard was a little shocked by this, normally he just smirked and cracked jokes about him being to weak to actually pulling the trigger. But there was something different about the way Frank was acting today.
"Or what?" Gerard asked slowly. Like it was a genius question. Frank suddenly moved forward and Gerard quickly clicked a ray into place. But Frank stayed perfectly still, it was then when Gerard realized he was. He had his forehead pressed right against the hole of the gun.
"Or kill me." Frank said, staring at the ground.
Gerard blinked down at him. Fun would want me to fight for him..wouldn't he? Or would he want me to just end him?
Gerard could only stare at him. There's no way I could....
"That's what I thought." Frank said, a smirk etched onto his lips. Before Gerard could even react, Frank moved his fist up, connecting it with the gun, sending it flying across the room. Frank brought his elbow down on Gerard's jaw. Gerard went down, seeing black sparks fly into his vision. He flipped around seeing a fist come flying in his direction. Then his mind went black.