Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. twenty-two ➫ syko

the kidnapper stripped frank naked, his hands bound and his eyes covered. he shivered and felt like puking every time the driver hit a bump. gerard, he thought. p-please come f-find me.

frank shuttered as the kidnapper sucked him off. he didn't like this, oh boy, did he not. he was mortified at what was going on, at this point he just felt like dying.

"please stop..." frank moaned, flustering with his words.

"feels good?" the kidnapper said seductively. "you love me, frank... you always have."

frank screamed in angst, as he knew that british accent. "oliver sykes!"

the man chuckled. "i knew you'd remember me. don't you remember what we had, frank?"

"i do... every last bit of it... you're a monster." frank grit his teeth as he tried to back away from oli.

"more like a syko at that..." oli crawled over to frank and removed his blindfold.

frank looked around instantly. a van, he mumbled in his head as he looked out the windows. we're completely out of new york city.

he felt oli's breath against his. frank was breathing faster, more scared and anxious, whereas oli was breathing slow and steady. frank glanced at him, into his deep hazel-green eyes.

"look at me, frank." oli commanded, grabbing him by the chin and forcing his head forward. "now that i have you, i'm not letting you go ever again."

oli leaned in for a kiss. frank tried to move his face away but oli had a tight grip on it. he resisted retching out in front of oli, he smelled the drugs on oli's lips and the bitter taste of cigarettes lingered in his breath.

"stop it," frank muttered. "i'm not yours anymore."

oli pulled away, looking at frank as though he had stopped the whole world.

"i thought you loved me, frank." oli sneered.

frank wiped his mouth and licked his lips. "i did. until i realized the huge mis-"

pow. a punch in the face. frank was knocked out cold. he blacked out before seeing what oli had done.

--

"mr. way?" gerard woke up in his bed to knocking on the door. he must've fallen asleep from all that crying. "mr. way, please open your door."

gerard rubbed his eyes and stepped out of bed. he looked through the peephole of his door.

"mr. way, it's nypd."

gerard opened the door. he was aware that his hair was a mess and his eyes were swollen, but he didn't care.

two police officers stood firm by gerard's door. "hello mr. way. my name is officer gaskarth." the first man shook gerard's hand.

"i'm officer barakat." the second man said. "we have evidence. may we come in?"

gerard nodded quietly and let the men in. they sat at the dining table. to which gerard sat next to them.

"we found one thing," gaskarth said as he chuckled a little. "the kidnapper—or kidnappers—were obviously not observant when they departed."

barakat chuckled, too. "a few witnesses believed that this was the kidnapper's license plate."

gerard asked to see the plate and examined it closely. "where is this license from? i don't see a state."

"britain, sir." gaskarth said.

"we just thought it was ridiculously stupid. this is always something that comes up as a problem, especially for kidnappers. they must've changed their license plate recently." barakat added.

"can we still look for the kidnapper's by using this?" gerard asked, getting a bit excited.

"we might be able to." barakat said.

"we will get back to you when we found the whereabouts of frank and the kidnapper. thank you for your time, mr. way." gaskarth took the license plate and shook gerard's hand, as did barakat.

"thank you." he said as the two men left. don't worry, frankie, gerard thought. i'm coming to find you.