Someone burned the church//frerard au

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"Another murder." Two days have passed since my birthday and Gerard hasn't talked to me since. Vic was still staring at the T.V, his theory was becoming even more believable as much as I hated to admit it. "The fires are one thing, they're not hurting anybody... except for maybe the priest's jobs, but a psychotic killer vampire is on a whole new level." I turned to look at the boy next to me. "There's no investigations, how about we play a little game of detective."

Vic looked at me like I was crazy, his eyes were wide and he apparently found my entire sentence hilarious because he was stifling a laugh. "I think you've gone insane, Frank. That just makes us targets." I shook my head, "not if the so called "vampire" doesn't know." Listening to myself back I now realized how impossible that sounded. "100 bucks and you got yourself a partner, if not, there won't be a Watson to your Holmes."

I thought about it for a moment, my well earned money would be given to Vic and as much as I love him, I wouldn't trust him with that money. On the other hand, we would be like those superhero's in comics saving everyone from the bad guy, rad. The screen changed and Gerard was standing in front of a microphone. "Investigations will be carried out for the multiple gruesome murders happening in this small town of ours." Something sounded off about that sentence.

"See, they're gonna look into it. Don't worry." Something was very wrong. "Another fire has been set last night around 1 am, we still have no lead in who is responsible for these acts but I will be taking action into questioning the people I suspect." Gerard has no idea it's me, he would've said something, wouldn't he?

"Jesus Christ." Vic started. "This is just stupid! You cant even exist without worrying you're going to get murdered." I sighed, placing my hand on Vic's that was resting on the couch. "You'll be okay, Vic." I knew that he was upset and I desperately wanted to help him but I had no idea how. "I'll give you the money, it'll make you feel better if we find out who it is. I'll never let them hurt you, I promise."

Vic gave me a small smile and nodded. He followed me up to my room and I grabbed my wallet that was hidden inside of my dresser. I searched through it until I found the money and handed the bill to him. "My mom goes to bed super early, we can sneak out then."

4 hours later

"You ready?" I questioned, pulling on my jacket, zipping it up only partially. "Actually." Vic reached into his pocket grabbing the money. He grabbed my hand and pulled my arm out, opening my palm, and placing it on my hand. "I can't do this." Betrayal rushed through my veins, my face showed a mix of expressions and emotions.

"I'll see you later, okay?" And with that Vic gave me a hug and jogged down the stairs, giving me one last wave before he opened the front door and stepped out. I heard his car start and that's when I knew it was real, he ditched me.

I was speechless, I thought he wanted to do this just as badly as me, if not more. A thought crossed my mind, do I do it myself? I thought it was stupid that it even crossed my mind but then I began to give it more thought. If I did it myself I could be the hero. A small smile appeared on my face and I ran downstairs, slipping on my red converse. I didn't need Vic.

A light fog hovered over the deserted road. I was gonna light another church on fire, I wasn't planning on doing this, mainly because I was going to go with another person but I figured it was the best time. I reached my hand into my back pocket on my black, worn down jeans, my lighter was there and I pulled it out, admiring the design of fire on it.

Fire. I think I have pyromania. Fire brought life to me, whenever I felt dead inside the life from the fire transferred to me, it revived me. A streetlight in-front of me flickered and the night sky brought a feeling of calmness to the world around me. I wasn't worried about getting caught, I had the advantage, I had the lighter.

What if it was Gerard?

What if Gerard caught me? I can't imagine how I'd react, all of his respect for me would be pushed down the drain. Would he turn me in... he'd have to, he'd lose his job if he didn't. I felt my phone buzz in my coat pocket and I pulled it out, confused on to who was texting me at 11 pm. A familiar contact name appeared on my screen and I rolled my eyes. "Sorry man, I couldn't bring myself to do it." I didn't respond.

He deserved to be left on delivered, if he gets pissed I can play it off that I was just sleeping. The church was coming up on my right, I despised this church. I was forced to go there when I was a young boy but I was never into the Catholic religion. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I stood in the parking lot that was conveniently placed in front of the church.

I pulled out my lighter fluid and splashed some on the side of the building, I never needed to cover the entire building, besides, I did not have enough lighter fluid, or time to be doing all that. I flicked my lighter on, making sure my hands were completely clear of the fluid and strategically motioned the flame to touch the fluid. I jumped back what felt like a millisecond later.

I was not looking to be caught on fire tonight and I completely lost the idea of the original plan to catch the so called "vampire" that was until the building was halfway burnt and I felt a presence behind me.

A voice called out, it was ominous and felt familiar yet so unfamiliar. My heart started to pound and I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. I didn't dare turn around, they couldn't see my face, whoever it was. A thought appeared and I wanted to push it away just as quick as it appeared. A vampire? No. It can't be. My breathing got shallow as footsteps drew nearer.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and my whole body tensed up as the other person appeared to seemingly, relax? I didn't dare say a word, I was frozen with terror and knew this was the last of me, I would be sent to jail and locked up for possibly 20 years. I would have to go through court again, but this time it would be for my own actions, no one would be defending me. I felt nauseous, regretting my decisions to even start this crime anyway. The hand gripped my shoulder tighter and I heard one last thing before my vision went black and I went unconscious.

"Hi there, Frankie."