Frank's POV: We were fucked, both of us, because I was in on this too even though Gerard had kidnapped me and killed my best friend I still had helped dig her grave. The man with the curly fro stared back in absolute horror, his brown eyes were wide and he had one large tanned hand grasped over his mouth. I looked toward Gerard to see what was running through his head. It probably wasn't good.
"How much did you see?" Gerard said as he set the shovel down next to the partially dug grave. The man removed his hand from his mouth and continued to look between the grave and Gerard, his mouth kept opening and closing making him resemble some type of fish. I would have expected this poor man to have ran away by now or beg for Gerard's mercy but he just continued to stand there with wide eyes and a sheer look of horror fixed into his features.
"I'm gonna ask you again because apparently you're to fucking stupid to listen, how much did you fucking see?" If it wasn't obvious that Gerard was mad before it definitely was now. I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him.
"Uhhh, just um you digging." The man said, his voice was small and he sounded absolutely terrified as if he said the wrong words that Gerard would run after him and chop him into little pieces. He probably would if he got the chance.
"Good to know, whats your name by the way man?" Gerard asked with fake sweetness, he was trying to trick this guy into thinking that he wouldn't hurt him, sneaky bastard. The man scratched the back of his head and furrowed his eyebrows as if he was thinking hard about the situation.
"Uhh, my name is Ray, Ray Toro." The man said nervously, Gerard nodded his head and started to walk toward Ray. Which caused the curly haired man to back up a couple of steps. This obviously pissed Gerard off more because even though he had his back facing me I saw his pale hand bawling up into a fist. And just as he was about to reach out and grab Ray by the collar of his shirt, Ray made a break for it and ran deep into the chilly forest. It was late at night and I was not in the mood to run into some creepy fucking forest right next to the cemetery. But regardless of my feelings Gerard already had plans.
"Don't just stand there Frank! Run after him while I finish digging this grave and don't let him get away." Gerard yelled at me, I rolled my eyes and took off into the darkness. Ray was pretty fucking fast, I could still see his tall silhouette in the blackness of the night. I continued to chase after him but do to my smokers lungs and diet I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest and the only thing I wanted to do was lay down and sleep.
But thankfully Ray tripped over what I think was a thorn bush, When Ray hit the ground he let out a shrill shriek and guarded his hands over his face. It made my heart melt, I wasn't a killer and I didn't know if I could go through with this but if I didn't Gerard would kill me for sure. Ray started to cry which made me feel even worse.
"Please dude don't kill me! I swear I won't tell anyone. Please!" He begged, I sighed and sat down on the ground near Ray. He removed his hands from his face and looked at me, his face was tear stained and there was a trail of blood coming from his lip which was probably was a result of him falling into a thorn bush.
"Why are you even out here this late anyway man?" I asked, he didn't seem like the kinda guy to take walks around the woods at night, but then again Gerard didn't seem like the kinda guy to kill a girl and kidnap someone.
"I'm not gonna kill you but only on one condition..." I said, Ray looked generally confused and extremely relieved.
"Yea sure, I'll do anything!" He said as he was wiping his tears off with his long sleeved blue shirt.
"You have to help hide the body." And that's how Ray Toro became apart of this extremely fucked up situation.
Authors Note: Heyy this update is a bit small but I'm not feeling so well, so please excuse that. I don't know how I feel about this chapter either but who knows. Anyway if you enjoyed this chapter please leave me a like and a comment telling me how you feel it makes me so happy when you guys comment, Thank you <3
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HorrorGerard Way is a 27 year old art student whos live is pretty normal until he lays eyes on a beautiful waitress. This Fan Fiction is based of the song drowning lessons by MCR. ON HOLD