Bittersweet Casualty|| Frerard

Chapter 31

Gerard's pov

Pleasure coursed through me like a relieving breath of air, as I drove the knife into his body. Stabbing it in, splitting and ripping past skin and flesh. All of those strings of muscle and fat being sliced with the sharp blade of my knife, the blade slicing open all of those veins within his body.

The screaming is what I live for.
But the scream that filled my ears, was one I wasn't expecting, and it made my blood run cold.

I accidentally ripped the knife out of his body as I turned to face the noise.
As the knife sliced back over all of the nerves as it came out, blood ended up splatting a little everywhere as it began slowly gushing out of the middle of his chest.

My eyes took in the short boy who I've grown to like, and for once in my life, seeing him scared the shit out of me.

My eyes filled with terror and dread as I looked at his face through the darkness.

He wasn't looking at me though, but was looking down at my prey. Bob fucking Bryar.

"Bob." The name slipped from his mouth in such a pained and socked way.

My heart raced as I waited in that brief moment for frank to notice that it was me. Confusion also filled me as I heard and saw how frank was feeling upon seeing bobs life ever so slowly draining away as torturous pain took over him.

Why is he scared for bob?
Why is he worrying about him?
Bob is the one who caused him so much trouble all this time.
Bob is getting what he deserves.

Oh poor sympathetic and empathetic frankie.

This was the moment I was anticipating; When franks eyes where brought up to me. His eyes showed fear and the absolute shock upon realising that it was I.

I never wanted him to see this side of me, I never wanted him to find out this is what I do.

My heart twisted and felt like it was being stabbed through with an arrow, the fear he had in his eyes when looking at me.
The sight of me is now something that triggers terror in him.
I never wanted him to feel like this of me.

I felt myself growing angry at the thought of him being scared of me.

He normally looks at me and his eyes fill with adoration, something no one else has ever looked at me with before, and now I've destroyed it.

I don't know what makes my insides feel angrier, the fact that frank looked at me with fear instead of bob, or that Im the one who caused this to happen.

This is why I don't have friends, this is why I don't get close to people. Look at me! I'm covered in someone else's blood, not the first time I've looked like this. What person could be friends with someone like me.

I told myself time and time again and I have always been convinced in my own mind, that what I do is the right and just thing, getting rid of those who don't deserve to live. But look at this beautiful boy in front of me, this is his enemy and he's not filled with happiness or contentment with this sweet revenge, he's horrified at it and is looking at me like the disgusting murderer I am.

No, no I'm not disgusting. He just doesn't understand yet what I'm doing for him, what I've done for him.

I gently and softly asked him to stay still. I couldn't have him running off in his scared state, and I can't have anyone making any rash decisions right now. Who knows what he'll do in this petrified state he's in. The safest place for him right now is here with me.

His eyes fell onto the knife in my hand dripping with the warm liquid.

Shit.

He stumbled back shaking his head, no words coming out as I saw the fear rise and grow within him. I swiftly moved the knife behind my back and held my hand up to frank to show him that I meant no harm.