Child's Play ➳ Frerard

Chapter Nine

"Do you have any idea where we're going?" Gerard asked as they were still prodding through the long grass. "You don't, do you?"

"No. Do you want me to tie you to a tree?" Frank asked, a stern glare.

"You're a fucking serial killer, a psychopath and a thief; the most you can do is tie me to a tree?" Gerard asked with a raised eyebrow. "Huh."

"Don't test your luck, Gerard. I know how you've always thought you had a lot of that." Frank grumbled. "I'll do much, Fucking worse."

Gerard snapped his mouth shut and trailed behind Frank with his arms crossed behind his back.

"You actually shut up?" Frank said.

"Shut up, midget." Gerard snapped. His arms crossing in front of him. He knew Frank hated being called that.

Gerard grabbed Frank's small plastic guitar and lifted it above his head as Frank ran after him and jumped for it but was too short.

"Gerard!" Frank whined. "Give it back!"

"Jump for it, midget." Gerard giggled and ran to a chair. Climbing onto that and standing on top of it. Still holding the guitar above his head and feeling all high and mighty.

"Gee, that's not nice. Don't call me that." Frank pouted and crossed his arms. "Please give it to me. My mom gave me that."

Gerard slowly lowered the guitar as he stared into the younger boys eyes. "Fine, you can have the guitar...but you're still short."

Frank made some muffled noise as be ripped the guitar from Gerard and ran off to hide in another room.

"Okay, what's wrong? You got quiet." Frank asked, he was turned around and staring at Gerard who had walked into a tree and was now sitting on the ground and unconsciously rubbing his forehead.

"Yeah. I'm okay. I was just thinking." Gerard mumbled and reached for Frank's hand who was reaching out for Gerard to grab onto.

"What about?" Frank asked, his forehead leaning against Gerard's as they stood there in silence.

"The past. How you hated being called midget." Gerard mumbled and pulled out of his grip and walked ahead of Frank. "I hear sirens. Do you?"

Frank scoffed. "I always hear sirens. I can outrun them, it's okay."

"But I'm fat! I can't outrun them!" Gerard shrieked. "I can't stress how much I am not good at this criminal thing!"

"Sugar- you're not the criminal." Frank smirked. "Do you wanna be criminal...I'll help you?"

Gerard shrugged. "Seeing you be all psycho is pretty hot. I like it but..."

"Let's go kill someone!" Frank shrieked, all excited and giddy. "Then we'll steal you a pair of skinny jeans that will make your ass look even greater."

Gerard blushed. "I would definitely like to wear clean and non-blood covered clothes, but do we have to kill someon-"

"Yes." Frank stated without looking back, but Gerard could see the smirk on his face. And the only thing he could do was roll his eyes because serial killers are not people to mess with.

-

"Well, this is something." Gerard commented as they came upon a store that was actually not that bad, seeming how they found there way into a small city- or town. "So what's the plan?"

"We go in there and kill everybody we see and leave no living thing in there. Then we both get a new outfit and maybe some hair dye and scissors so we can change up our looks." Frank shrugged and pushed opened the doors.

"Okay." Gerard nodded and the walked casually and totally not suspiciously into the store so that nobody would look over at the guy in the bloody pajamas and the other guy in the orange prison suit.

Definitely not suspicious.

Frank discreetly put his hand behind his back and gripped the handle of the gun and walked over to the counter where some person was on their phone. He jumped the counter, with much shock from the counter-person. "Make a noise and I'll blow your brains all over this store." He whispered into the girls ear. She dropped the phone and put her hands up. "Too late."

He shot the girl and that's when the screaming started. Frank shot everyone and everything. Getting every single person that tried to run out the door or past him. Gerard ran to the bathrooms where there were girls hiding in the corner.

"Do you really think this is gonna save you?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he kneeled down in front of the two, he casually pulled out a sharpened knife. "Would you guys rather die from a knife...or a gun?"

He chuckled darkly and stood up. "You didn't think I would see this, would you?" He leaned down and snatched the phone, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it. "You. Stand up."

The blonde one stood up and Gerard grabbed her by the wrist, putting it behind her back and twirling her, and put the knife to her mouth. "I don't like it when people try to outsmart me."

The other one in the corner let out a cry as she stumbled up and tried to leave, in which Gerard put out his foot and she tripped, "stay the fuck there and your death will be a lot less painful."

She nodded and cried.

"What's your name?" Gerard asked as he got back down on the floor and flipped the brunette over.

"A-Alicia." She stuttered.

"And why did you try to run, Alicia?" Gerard asked with crazy and wide eyes.

"B-because I didn't want to die." She cried out.

"Well I hate to break it to you. But the guy out there is much more crazier then I am." Gerard chuckled and put the knife to her cheek. Running the blade down her face and watching the blood fall down the side. "You know what tastes good?"

She didn't answer.

And Gerard sighed. He pulled out a small pistol out of his waistband and aimed for the blonde, killing her and carefully setting the end of the gun to Alicia's forehead. "It was nice knowing you Alicia." He grinned and pulled the trigger. And then stood up, leaving the tel girls laying dead on the bathroom floor.

Well that was fun.

And Frank just grinned at him as he walked out and saw blood everywhere and billet holes covering everything.

Frank had and handful of stuff and he just took Gerard's hand. "Come on. I'm so proud of you, sugar."

And they walked out of the store that they had turned it into a bloody massacre.

_______________________________________________

Well ain't that something, this chapter turned a little gory or sadistic, geesus, I'm messed up in the head. I was gonna go way farther in that bathroom but decided. 'Nope, I'd rather not get therapy today' and left it at that