Graveyard Games (Frerard) ~Editing~

Possessions

{A/N~wow what a creative title look how well I know what I'm doing, how rad}

(Gerard's POV)

I had torn my room apart till 6am hoping I had just somehow misplaced my backpack, even though I knew where it was.

I came out of my room, the only insane one awake. I came up behind Pete and shook him slightly.

"Pete!" I whispered loudly.
He jumped awake, tightening his grip on Patrick while at the same time nearly knocking him off the couch.

"Shi-" Pete turned his head back and fourth with wide eyes.

"Shush!" I whisper-yelled at Pete.

Patrick mumbled something and dropped his head on Pete's lap, already asleep again.

"Gerard?...What the fuck?..." Pete rubbed his eye while keeping his other arm firmly around Patrick.

"Pete, it's still at the cemetery." I told him quietly.

"The game? No, Bren grabbed it."

"No Pete, my bag." I said nervously.

"Are you sure?" Pete asked, slightly more awake now.

"Yes. I've been up for three hours looking."

"Shit G." Pete looked down at Patrick. He tapped him and whispered something in his ear. Eyes still closed, Patrick (rather reluctantly) released his grip on Pete and sat up slightly. Pete jumped onto the back of the couch and Patrick fell face first back on the couch.

"Let's go get it." Pete grinned. He was about to say something else, when he fell off the back of the couch, catching my legs and taking me down with him.

"Maybe can we get some caffeine first?.." Pete groaned with an apologetic grin.

~time skip~

It was 6:30am now. Andy was just waking up for some reason, (I swear he was insane) but everyone else was still asleep.

"We'll be back my friend." Pete grinned with a salute to Andy. After downing a few energy drinks, he was hyper and ready to go.

We walked out the front door and over to Pete's car.

"Thank you so much Pete..." I muttered quietly. I felt so bad for bothering Pete about my backpack. It had stressed me out all night knowing I didn't have it.

"It's no sweat!" Pete waved off my apologies, "it was my game that, well, kinda freaked everyone out." He put his key in the ignition and drove off. "So...you never really did say what happened before you ran."

I bit my lip. That figure flashed through my mind once again. "I saw something." I said quietly, "Behind Brendon, for just a second, there was what looked like a person."

"Holy shit." Pete gave me a side glance as he turned a corner, "Did it see you?"

"Looked right at me..." I said, remembering the flash of a second I looked straight into it's eyes. "Just for a second before it was gone."

Pete whistled. "Damn...that's when you ran?"

"That's when I ran." I confirmed.

"Do you think it was a ghost?"

"I don't know what it was..."

We were quiet for the next few minutes. I felt exhausted. Why was sleep starting to hit me now? The worst timing my body clock had...

We pulled up to the cemetery and I tensed. I felt fear rush into me. "I can't go back Pete." I said with slight shakiness in my voice.

Pete nodded. "Let me get it, G. It was my game." He patted my shoulder and smiled. "I'll be back in a flash."

(Frank's POV)

I sat perched on a tombstone for the rest of the night, with G's backpack sat right in front of it. I knew (or at least I hoped) he'd be back for it.

Ray was just making laps. He still wouldn't tell me his reasoning for punishment. Just later. He was a mystery to me, but good company. Better than being alone.

I heard a car pull up and my head snapped up. I waited where I perched. After a few minutes, I could hear footsteps approaching. I bit my lip, hoping to see G. Sadly, it was only the other black haired boy.

I was disappointed. Wait...why? Why did I honestly give a fuck? It was some damned human, that's all...

The black haired boy looked around and grinned widely when he saw G's bag. "Yes!" He cheered, "Told him it'd be easy."

I looked back at the black haired boy. He knew G. He was retrieving the backpack for G...

A crazy thought crossed my mind. If you want to see G so bad, how easy would it be through one of his friends? It felt like such a stupid thought. But I felt compelled to see him. It was a burning NEED to know more about him. Those eyes that looked straight into mine that could see to draw such amazing things...

"Gotchya!" I snapped back to reality as the black haired boy grabbed G's backpack. He began walking away, throwing the straps over his shoulder.

It was now or never.

I flashed my eyes black and jumped off the tombstone. I ran in front of the black haired boy and made myself visible to him.

He froze in his tracks, his eyes slowly growing wide. "Holy sh-"

Before he could finish, I reached out my hand and let it dissolve into smoke. The black haired boy backed up slowly, fear growing in his eyes.

No escape now.

The smoke my hand had dissolved into shot straight at him. He was knocked back a bit as it entered his mouth and nose.

Such a messy thing possession was.

I let myself completely dissolve into smoke and fill the black haired boy. I gasped and opened my eyes from his perspective.

"Woah!" I laughed. "Oh!" I was surprised to hear my words come from his voice. He...Pete...his name was Pete.

I hadn't possessed anyone in hell knows how long. Once you had taken someone over, you could see into their thoughts, memories, and desires. This Pete guy...he had desires for someone all right.

"Let's just not look there!" I yelled, shaking my (his) head. "Bet that'd be awkward if he knew anyone else found out..."

Oh, another cool perk of possession, victim will end up of no memory of just before, or during the possession. But that wasn't why I did this, I did it to see the boy I saw in Pete's head as sitting in a car outside the cemetery.

I grinned. "Hold down the fort Ray."