Hang 'Em High.

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Timeskip of two years.

Frank's POV
I slit the man's throat and watched him bleed out on the stone floor of the alley, the blood mixed with the rain making pretty patterns. I giggled, probably still high from the coke I had snorted earlier. mmmmm yes, drugs gimmie drugs gimmie  drugs. Drugs, booze and murder, that's my life now.

I walk out along the road, I look at the pamphlets on the floor, all of them advertising different psychiatrists. Pshh I didn't need some spongy ass in a comfy chair to tell me I'm crazy, I fucking new it, and I'm loving every minute of it. Love. Ha. What a concept, there it is again, that annoying intrusive though. Gerard. I thought I loved him once, I thought he loved me but when I needed him most, he left me, put me on his stupid fucking list and cast me out. Yes I'm salty about it but I guess I should thank him for my wild lifestyle, I did take inspiration from him a bit. I looked around, anyone unlucky enough to be walking around in this New Jersey night would probably end up my victim. I don't have any stupid code to live by. I'm done with following the rules. I do what I want now. I giggle and head off into the darkness, letting life take me where it wants.

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