( Okay, hi Liv here, and I am doing of the honors of writing our first fan fic ):) nyhehehhe.. Anywhore, uhm.. I guess Shay might help me write this or write their own? Jeez meh bitche y'all need to commit to this acc.. And if your reading this, Shay, fucking help. Im not creative god fucking damn it. Right, okay im off task. Please enjoy my shit writing! By the way, This will be in Frank's P.O.V unless i feel like changing it to Gee's which will probably happen at some point :') )
"These things inside my head.. They never make much sense"
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The Blood.
That is what I remember..
His horrid expression,
His cries and pleads for his life.. And his apologies.. None sincere.. None deep enough for what he had caused me.. Those all were just faded echoes in the back of my mind. But the blood, Its deep crimson color stained my clothing and my hands, and the rusted kitchen knife, the weapon I used to kill him. I remember laughing.. Laughing at him. He deserved it all..
Then my mom walked in.. She looked rather horrified.. Seeing her son stained with the blood of her spouse, meh.. I remember just looking at her as the life poured out of him.. And I just smiled. A crooked, crazy smile.. But I am very sane. I knew what I was doing. I enjoyed it.
Then, the blaring of police sirens...
I was snapped out of my day dream by a rough voice mumbling something while shoving me roughly out of the police car.. I glared at him and snorted allowing him to guide me into whatever junky prison we were at.. I gazed up at the tall building
'Monroeville Prison'
I scoffed and stopped trying to give the building a full examination before the guy shoved me roughly making me move again.
"Pushy Bastard.." I mumbled shooting death glares at him.. Just wanting to rip his mustache off.. It looked like a squirrel.. Im gonna name it.. Patrick..
After I was all checked out and stuff and they took my pocket knife hidden in my shoe the guy started leading me into a narrow passage.
We started passing empty cells, most cells containing prisoners, then suddenly this guy, with a huge forehead and no clothes on started loosing his shit with his inmate..
"RYAN ROSS" he squealed
"Brendon.. What the hell do you fucking want?"
"I HAVE THE MILK" he started holding up a gallon of milk and showing it off like it was some golden trophy..
Immediately, The Ryan guy's face flushed red and he sighed.
I did not get to see or hear what happened next because the ass hole pushing me around.. He started shoving me through a wide door way where a bunch of cells were, but they were nor ordinary, they had more security, great.
He shoved me to cell where a little guy was hunched in the corner singing softly. He had a nice voice... He had stringy black hair, by the looks of it shoulder length
"Gerard quit your singing" The douche said opening the cell
Gerard.. I like it. It suits him.. I think.. He turned our way shyly blushing and nodding.. He had brilliant eyes.. And a nice little smile.. Why would a little guy like him be in jail?
The guard guy shoved me in tossing my suit in after me closing the cell, and after glaring at us and mumbling to himself he dismissed himself.. Finally..
I turn to The little Gerard guy who started standing up, his shy smile slowly shifting into grin. A grin that sent shivers down my spine.. Creepy..
"Hi. I am Gerard, Gerard Way. Call me Gee." He glanced around as if pondering on what to say
"Top bunk is mine." He added nodding approvingly.
"Uh.. Okay.. I am Frank.. Nice to meet you"
"Hi Frankie! Im Gerard! Or did I already say that?"
He zoned out starting to pace, as if trying to recall telling me his name.. Which in fact he did. Why did he call me Frankie? What the fuck?
While he paced around I changed into the uniform relaxing on the bottom bunk, looking at Gerard pace around.. Oh yeah, he is actually pretty tall I was mistaken..
"Uhm.. Gerard?" I said softly
He snapped his gaze to be beginning to giggle
"Silly me! Of course I told you!" He started laughing as if what just happened was hysterical..
Okay.. Last time I checked, this was a prison.. Not an Insane Asylum, this Gerard guy was clearly crazy..
"Right, Right, uhm, so what happens around here" I say, trying to be as clear as possible with my question.
"Ohhhh, well, funny you should ask!" He said sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and his Beautiful gaze trained on me.
"Welllllll!" He said continuing
"Gerard drop the fucking lunatic act.." Said some random dude called from across the hallway. I looked back at Gerard dumbfounded. When he chuckled.
"He acts like that to creep his inmates!" The guy added going back to what he was doing.
"GG Bob!" Gerard called running a hand through his greasy hair and turning to me.
"Sup Kid?" He said smoothly, as if everything that just happened, didn't.
"Kid?" I questioned an eyebrow raised
He smirked his Pale, thin lips, curving into a slight smirk.
"You seem to be about, say, 18? 19?" He said examining me
"18." I confirmed
"Heh" he snickered "You just missed juvenile detention huh?"
I shrugged, I guess i did just make the cut off.. Not that that is a good thing..
Gerard pulled himself onto the top bunk sitting and staring at me with interest. I slightly squirmed under his gaze before he decided to speak again
"So tell me kid." He started, eyeing me "what's your story, why are you here, instead of with your mommy and daddy?" I feel like he knew he was being offensive, but he didn't care.. Dick...
"I don't want to talk about it.." I said honestly.
It was kind of a sore subject..
"You're one of those eh?" He jumped back down a grin on his face..
"I will get it outta ya, sooner or later" he shrugged walking a bit closer and staring at me yet again.
I shifted slightly under his stare.. It was like i was a bug under a microscope.. And just uncomfortable.
"What's the matter Frankie?" He smirked
"Does me staring at you make you feel weird? Uncomfortable? Tense?.." He moved closer until his mouth was right on my ear, and he whispered.. "Or perhaps.." He paused.. "Vulnerable..?"
I shoved him away,coming to the assumption that he has raped all of his past inmates.. He just grinned
"Oh Frankie.."
I growled under my breath dropping my gaze
"You'll learn."
"I am A predator.. Like an eagle.." He said nodding
"And you are pray.. Or.. A tiny mouse.." He continued
"And I'm just waiting for my time to strike" he winked, making me feel very very uncomfortable, before he lay himself down probably going to sleep..
Oh boy..
(Hey guys it's me the fabulous Shay I'm gonna write a little)
I woke up with this feeling, like something is on top of me and a claw maybe pushing against my throat. My vision cleared and I saw Gerard he had a hand knife pushed against my throat. I tried to force him off of me but he was to heavy, he pushed the blade harder against my throat.
"Don't scream, don't move, and don't ask questions. I'm trying to have fun by scaring the shit out of you"
"What the hell man, I was trying to slee-"
I was cut off the blade, it was dull but very close to my windpipe, so it was hard to breathe. Gerard finally got off of me and jumped across the room, took a tile out of the shower, placed the knife in the box, and took out another item. I couldn't quite tell what it was but it looked like a lighter, then I realized he had some cigarettes.
"Cool can I have one?"
"Wow I think you're a little young huh sweetie?"
"Shut the fuck up"
"Oooooo my baby's cranky"
He finally tossed me the pack of cigarettes and the lighter, I took a cigarette out, and lit it. Gerard lit one too, after a while a guard came by and slapped our lunch trays on the floor and fed other prisoners.
"What is this"
I gagged
"That is stale bread, old cheese, flavorless mashed potatoes, and water."
I tried the potatoes, they weren't that bad but I ate them.
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.....To be continued
(Hey guys sorry this was a long chapter I'm bored and it ended weirdly sorry but ya know I'm trying and right now it's 12:00 on a school night~❤️Frankie/Shay and Liv/Gee)
