Yesterday's Coffee

Chapter 1

Frank picked the lock to an all too familiar door. He wasn't sure why he continued to do this. Each time he found new things, but each time he grew more and more worried about the man who's house he was walking through.

To the left of the front door was a mirror and coat rack. He had lots of coats. Under the rack was 3 pairs of shoes. One dressy pair, a pair of sandals, and white sneakers. Frank assumed he was wearing his boots that night. He always wondered what those boots would sound like chasing him. Surely that's what all of the mans victims went through. Or perhaps he didn't let them ever run away, perhaps there was never a chase. The one time Frank witnessed him kill a man, he didn't get there in time to see if there was a chase or not. The man hadn't wrote a specific enough time in his plans for Frank to be sure of when to get there.

To the right of the door was two sets of stairs. One going up and one going down. The basement had one bedroom, a laundry room, bathroom and a recroom. The basement bedroom was being used as an office, one of the first times Frank went through the office he found very many pieces of important information. The mans name was Gerard Way, he was 29, 6 years older than Frank. Frank found Gerard's phone bills and art work, and of course, plans.

Plans for future victims deaths, plans he'd already executed. An entire book of these ideas. Gerard Way was a very organized man. He put green sticky notes on the pages of dead victims. Pink sticky notes if he decided to forget about the plans. And no sticky note for pages that had half finished plans.

There were a lot of green sticky notes.

That night, not much new was in Gerard Way's office. He'd bought a new printer. Frank had looked through Gerard's computer the last time he'd been, so he didn't see purpose in wasting time doing that again. He left the office.

Frank had looked for weapons of any kind before, but he quickly learnt Gerard bought new weapons for every victim. He must have disposed of his weapons after each kill. Which Frank figured was smart.

Frank admired Gerard.

Upstairs, there was a living room and dining room right off the staircase, then a kitchen. To the left was 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. The master bedroom was clean and plain. Grey walls and white bedsheets. There was one white nightstand and a matching white dresser. Frank thought it to be very boring.

The guest bedroom had only a bed and a mirror. Frank wasn't sure what the extra room was for, as far as he was aware, no one ever stayed in there.

Gerard Way went through a lot of coffee. In the laundry room, there was a pantry, which consisted mostly of bulk cans of coffee. The coffee pot in the kitchen looked old, but perhaps it was just because it was well used.

Gerard had all matching plates and cups and bowls and mugs, he had matching spoons and forks and knifes. Frank often counted his plates and mugs and such. It seemed that Gerard had never broken any. The numbers always stayed the same. He always washed dishes too, Frank had only been to Gerard's once when dishes weren't washed.

Gerard was lonely.

Not that he'd ever made that completely obvious by writing it on a piece of paper for Frank to later read, but Frank just knew. He never had company-other than Frank but that doesn't count because Gerard never knew Frank visited.

Frank Iero had been stalking Gerard Way for 7 months.

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Frank was a shy boy. He didn't have many friends, and at 23, his life revolved around stalking a 29 year old serial killer. At one point all he'd ever wanted was to speak to Gerard Way. But the moment he got the chance, he decided that "be careful what you wish for" was a very true saying.