Live Through This ---Frerard Fanfiction

Chapter Seven- House of Wolves

Frank's POV

I finally had Gerard back. Everything was perfect. What did I do? Was it something I said…? He broke up with me. He left. I lost him again, and he’s really gone this time… I couldn’t leave the couch where he spoke those last words to me. I curled into myself, a sobbing mess. I didn’t want it to be true. I’d loved him for so long, he was my best friend. And then, out of the blue, he dumps me. He didn’t love me anymore. My phone rang several times, but I never answered it. I could barely move. I felt like all the feeling had been drained from my body again. It felt like Gerard had died all over again. It took hours, but eventually I slept, a small humming resonating in my ears as I drifted off.

“I love you. I’ll come back for you. That wasn’t me. I’m trying so hard. I love you, Frankie.” Gerard tried to hug me but I wouldn’t let him touch me. I shrunk away from him, tears bursting from my eyes and pouring down my cheeks. Gerard was crying, too, desperately reaching for me. But this wasn’t Gerard. Gerard didn’t love me. He left. This Gerard was just a figment of my imagination. “Frankie-” he called out.

I woke up drenched in sweat and tears. I hadn’t dreamed of Gerard in months. Now he’s back haunting my dreams again. I buried my face in my hands. I couldn’t deal with the pain. I got out my ouija board again, but this time I didn’t summon Gerard.

“Lucifer.” my voice was rough and raspy from all my sobbing. I placed my fingers on the planchette again and waited. It slowly moved to the Yes.

“I want Gerard to love me again. I’ll give you anything..” I was hysterical. I’d seen people on TV make deals with the devil all the time. It couldn’t be that hard. I just wanted Gerard to love me again. The planchette didn’t move. Desperation and fear overtook me.

“JUST MAKE HIM LOVE ME GODDAMN IT” I threw the board across the room, and it started to smoke. The foggy black mist swirled around a tall figure. It stepped out with a huge grin on it’s handsome face. I immediately knew it was Lucifer. The blonde curls and blue eyes aren’t what I imagined, but I could still tell. His aura seemed to whisper to me, sending out warnings to everything around him. His long purple robe flowed over his shoulder and onto the floor behind him like liquidized satin. From it, he pulled a parchment scroll and a quill.

“You have to sign.” his voice wasn’t evil. It was placid and amused, a hint of laughter in it. It sent chills up my spine. The face of evil.

I stepped off my bed slowly, the floor creaking beneath my feet as I approached him. Apprehension clawed at my throat, but I shoved it back down and buried it. I needed Gerard. I took the scroll and quill, clumsily scribbling my name onto the dotted line at the bottom of the page. I didn’t bother to read the contract. I knew what I wanted, and I knew this was the only way to get it. As soon as I made the last swooping O of my name, the scroll caught fire and disappeared into the same foggy smoke Lucifer had appeared in. The devil smirked at me and winked.

“He loves you.” and with that he was gone. No smoke or footprints were left behind to show he was ever there. I inhaled deeply and fell backwards onto the sofa. I’d just made a deal with the devil. Gerard loved me again. Everything was going to be okay. I called out for Gerard a few times before sleep overtook me. Lucifer plagued my dreams, laughing at me with one of his companions, Abbadon. I just watched them. Was that all I had to pay for Gerard’s love? It was okay. I was okay. I just hoped I’d see him soon.

Gerard's POV

As a sat with Frank on the couch, I thought of how I used to hum to Mikey whenever he had a nightmare. My fingertips passed over his arm in a constant motion. I hummed softly in his ear in the tune of You Are my Sunshine. His sobs broke up until he was fast asleep.

Frank stood in the presence of the Devil. He made the deal. He wanted me to love him again.

“He loves you,” he said with a sly grin, glancing at me for half a second. A look of confusion and guilt passed over Frank. I sighed and hit my forehead against the cold wall. He seemed to respond to it, but went on with his night. After that, he seemed different. Less and less emotional. He was exhausted to the point that he felt numb. I didn’t realize until then that I was, too.

 

“Gerard,” whispered an angelic face. “Wake up,” it sang. I opened my eyes to come face to face with brown eyes.

“Frankie?” I asked. He kissed me on the lips. Oh, it was heavenly. His form changed, immediately afterward. Golden curls, eyes changing shape just a bit. Instinctively, I pushed him away. It was Lucifer.

“Awe,” he cocked his head to the side. “Little shy, are we?”

“Get away from me!” I screamed and kicked him in the knee. He grabbed my foot with beautifully pale hands. Shit. He was gorgeous!

The blond boy stood over me. “Don’t you want your boyfriend’s soul back? Hmm?” he asked. I pushed the gray sheet away from my face and sat up.

I didn’t think for a single second. “What do I have to do?”

Lucifer leaned in close by my ear and whispered, “Bring me the souls of 100 evil men.” I nodded tentatively. “For this, you will have the powers of a demon. A list will appear in the morning.” The walls behind him seemed to fade as he talked. “Do we have a deal?”

I nodded once again. “Yes,” I stated in a serious tone.

“Seal it with a kiss.” I brought him close to me and pecked him on the lips. “I expect highly of you, Gerard Way.” He melted away from my view.

I, Gerard Arthur Way, had just made a deal with the Devil.