What I Do For A Living (MCR Fanfic)

One for All, All for One

<Officer Frank’s P.O.V>

     Gerard Way sits all alone in the interrogation room, hands rubbing each other on the gray table. He’s been like that ever since he was taken in by Bob.

     His plain purple shirt and jeans have stains from his brother’s body, some even got on his pale face. He’s shaking a little, probably an act he’s trying to pull off on us.

     Sometimes he’d look around the ceiling, and walk over to the corners of the room… as if searching for something. Is he planning to escape?

     Officer Bob and I have been observing the suspect for about 30 minutes now, behind this huge observation mirror. It’s already past noon, and everyone’s out for a lunch break… except I and my partner, we’re ready to ask some serious shit.

     We went out of the observation room and went into Gerard’s room.

Bob took out his notepad and pen (which I think is probably mine), and I spread my arms out on the 2 corners of the table, opposite to where Gerard was sitting, and I leaned low till we were at eye level.

     “Feeling comfy over there, buddy?” I let out a voice with intended sarcasm. He meets my gaze and looked at me with his blood-covered face that began to stink.

     “I haven’t killed my brother.” He says with quivering lips. He placed his hands on the table, palms open and up. They exposed a lot more blood stains, but I don’t think that’s why he showed them to me.

     I eyed at his open palms for minute, and figured it meant nothing.

     “Tell me- what exactly happened.”

     “I was at home with Mikey when the storm began-“

     “Where was your mother?”

     “Our mom was at some lady get-together. So, he had to go to his summer job of tending to a gasoline station. I told him to stay-“   

     “Who owns that gas station?”

     “A trucker named Lester Davis…. Mikey says he doesn’t show up a lot, leaving him alone most of the day.”

     Noting how he doesn’t stutter or pause to think, I felt a bit satisfied with his narrations. I ask him to continue.

     “…So I asked him to stay, but he insists on going. I eventually slept the moment he left. Later, I woke up, and uh….”

     He began to trail off, and one of his palms closed and retreated under the table, leaving one more on the table. I malicious grin escapes me… he’s beginning to lose track of the story.

     “I decided to come over Mikey’s workplace… since the sky cleared out and he’s been awfully quiet in the house.”

     “You walked from your house all the way to the gas station… the whole time? Why not use a car, I heard you have your license.”

     “I like a good walk.”

     “Fine; go on.”

     “So soon, I arrived at the gas station, and saw a trail of blood leading to the convenience store. I naturally worried- my brother’s the only employee, and his boss disappears a lot. So I ran inside the store, and found him beaten to the black and blue, and his sleeves were up- revealing dozens of cuts.”

     “Do you think your brother self-harms?”

     “I just know he’s been meek, and he stays away from kids at school, but I wouldn’t expect he’d do that. So, I was very shocked. But what got me the most were 2 very new cuts directly on his wrists… it made me wonder if he got beaten up by other people, and cut up by himself… I don’t know. I was very scared and confused.”