Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge.

It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Deathwish.

Gerard's POV

Why was I still doing this? Was it because I still loved him despite what he had become? Yes. I loved him and as much as I didn't want to admit it, it was the cold, hard truth, but he'll never love you again Helena said in my head he's become a psychotic cold hearted murderer. Just. Like. You. I shook my head. I wasn't a psychotic cold hearted murderer, Frank had proved that, I had just given up at the wrong time and now killing was the only thing I was good at. I'm still trying to help him. Maybe I would of changed if someone had tried to help me. No one did, but I needed someone, just like Frank does, but if worse comes to worse I know what I'll have to do. I have a feeling that time is coming soon, I've been leaving a trail of pamphlets everywhere, all of them advertising something that could help him, psychiatrists, therapy, medication, everything, anything, anything to. Ring my Frank back to me, part of me still hopes he is in there but the realistic me knows- he's gone and it's all my fault.

I walk down the dark streets, the only light being the flickering street lamps as they slowly lose power. I hear the scream and smell the blood, I follow it like a tiger on the prowl, to anyone watching I probably looked like a madman, slinking about the streets, well I am a madman following the scent of blood. I see the body, the victims too far gone to be saved but I look up and there he is, the man I love, now a deranged lunatic.

"Frank." I say softly but coldly and his head snapped up "Put the knife down." He sneers at me "Why? So you can break my heart all over again?" I wince at the harsh truth of the words, he chuckled "So not completely heartless I see, but we would never work now, I've changed Gerard and so should you." I sighed "I know." I say "I really hoped it wouldn't come to this." Frank laughed as I took out my knife "I guess this is how it ends for us." And with that he lunged at me.