Monster

1; Little Man

                Frank was alone in the dark hallway, back leaning against the wall across from a door. Smells of cigarette smoke filled his nose, stinging slightly. There had been many people here about an hour ago, congratulating the band on a concert well done. Frank had stood in the hallway, hood drawn, so his friends didn’t notice him hovering in the darkness. He had been standing there, watching, when a curious character had drug off his friend.

This curious character was Bert McCracken, and he had been hanging around the band for several months now. Bert was good friends with Gerard Way, who was Frank’s best friend. Bert and Gerard were such good friends, Frank was seriously wondering where he stood with Gerard. Gerard would spend all his time after concerts with Bert inside closed doors. That sincerely bothered Frank, which was weird.
                Frank wasn’t quite sure why it bothered him though. He had no idea what Gerard and Bert were doing, but the idea of them being alone was really bothersome. Frank wasn’t quite sure why. Perhaps it was just who Bert was; a spiteful, loud, and manipulative man who seemed to have a hold over the timid and quiet Gerard.

Frank could easily remember one time towards the beginning of Gerard and Bert’s glory days when Frank had walked in on something quite curious in Gerard’s dressing room late one evening after a concert.

Originally, Frank had come here to return a shirt Gerard had left with Frank. It had been stuffed in Frank’s suitcase for at least three weeks. He had plenty of opportunities to return it to Gerard, but he couldn’t bring himself to that. In fact, now, he didn’t even necessarily want to return the shirt; he just wanted an excuse to see Gerard.

It had been a surprise to Frank when he had walked in, without knocking, and saw Bert’s hands where they should never be- Sliding up the legs of a very wasted Gerard who was passed out in the chair. Bert was on his knees on the floor, his eyes closed as his hands traveled farther and farther.

“Hey!” Frank snapped, forgetting why he was here, “Get your hands off him!” He had dropped the shirt suddenly, crossing the tiny room to pull Bert’s hands off Gerard. The noise had caused the trashed Gerard to stir, and Bert’s hands snapped to his side. He stood up, looking like he had done nothing wrong.

“Oh hey, Frankie!” Gerard greeted sleepily, standing up, completely unaware of what had just happened, and the fact he had been violated. Frank had every intention to tell him.

“Gerard,” Frank began almost frantically, but his words where cut short when Bert stepped between them. The strange man began to lean forward, a terrifying smile stuck on his placid face. “Could you fucking move?” Frank muttered, already basically done with the behavior of this man.

“Go ahead, little man,” Bert hissed, and Frank knew he was the only one who could hear. He tensed himself, and even though he was terrified, and Frank forced himself to stare into Bert’s lifeless eyes. “Go ahead. Tell him. He won’t believe you. He never will. Gerard is all mine,” Bert leaned closer and his smirk grew more malicious, “Does that bother you?”

It did bother Frank, but he wasn’t sure why. A part of him wanted to tell Gerard, but something told him Bert would have been invited to do that if Gerard had been awake anyway. They had been so close recently. Frank’s eyebrow twitched and he scooped the shirt in his hands, turned, and left the two to their giggling which surrounded him almost like background music. He kept the black shirt with him, never returning it to his friend. Frank still falls asleep with it at night, and sometimes, when he concentrates hard enough, he can smell Gerard’s cologne still stuck in the fibers that once kept his bare skin warm.

Anyway, Frank was still standing in the hallway. Being reminded of that awful memory still pained him. The thought of Gerard blissfully unaware of how volatile his ‘friend’ was completely terrified Frank. Frank still to this day, months and months later, had never told Gerard about what Bert had said. From how wasted Gerard had been anyway, Frank doubted he’d even remember it or care entirely anyway.