Panting frantically, Frank sat back against the brick wall on the late evening, eyes screwed shut. The rush of running so far caused him to tremble. Frankie grabbed his hood, pulling it further to cover his face, before burying his head into his brought up knees to try and compose himself and catch his breath.
Swallowing hard, he finally looked up, squeaking at the sight of a raven haired man towering above him with a smirk.
''Well hi there darling.'' Gerard grinned. ''What brings you out this late?''
Frank stared wide eyed, trying to stutter out a response.
''I uh,
I'm just r-resting, that's all...''
A sickly smile grew on Gerard's lips.
''Really? You look worn out, dearie. What's up?''
Frank shook his head, avoiding the taller man's gaze as best he could.
''No, no I was just going home... I sprained my ankle is all...''
Gerard raised an eyebrow, kneeling next to the kid and picking his leg up.
''Hey wh--''
A quick snap later Gerard looked back at the boy.
''Better?''
''Are you a doctor or something..?''
The tall male scoffed.
''On the contrary.''
Frank narrowed his eyes a little bit, shaking his head once more and holding a hand out.
''Well, thanks I guess.
I'm Frank by the way.''
The long haired man shook the hand firmly.
''Gerard, Gerard Way.''
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They Usually Kill. {Frerard}
FanfictionA poor vulnerable boy is left petrified after a brief encounter with a supernatural being. What more do you want? {Rewriting and continuing.}
