Baby, Im a Sociopath, Sweet Serial Killer ♡Frerard♡

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A/N : ok so this isnt really an actual chapter, thats just the way the whole story starts, if that makes any sense. 🌹

(Frank's P.O.V.) 17 june 1972

It was raining

It was raining a lot, it was night time, and i was soaked wet. I felt my feet swimming in water that filled up my shoes as i walked.

I was coming home from Catholic Church when i missed the bus i was supposed to go home with. I was nervous about going home on foot, especially when its night time and raining. There was a lot of fog in the sky and it made it hard to see around. I could only make out a few lights from the street lamps.

I was nowhere, there were barely any houses, this side of Jersey wasn't populated at all, and the houses that were here, were either abandoned, or old, isolated people lived here.

I was walking for 30 minutes now, pretty much lost,since i haven't been on this side of Jersey in a long time. My anxiety was rising and my heart was beating hard against my chest. I had put my denim jacket over my head to keep it from soaking, but that didn't really work. I started walking faster as i saw less and less street lights and i grew even more anxious. I looked around and all i saw was fog and 2 houses, that looked like they were abandoned for atleast 20 years. I slowed down when i started getting very tired and my eyes were half closed by that point.

I saw a house with the lights on by the road and i swore that for once i got lucky. I started walking towards it, my legs barely keeping me up since i was so tired. I stumbled a few times till i got to the front door of the house. I walked up the two creaky wooden stairs that led up to the porch. I tried looking trough the window that was next to the door but the blinds were shut down and i couldn't see anything. I sighed and ran a hand trough my wet hair. I walked infront of the door, ny clothes making funny noises because of the large amount of water soaked in them.

I raised my hand and knocked three times, hoping i could stay the night here, since i obviously couldn't go home. It was too dangerous, too many bad people outside, plus the fact that i was legit lost and was soaking wet. I bit on my lip anxiously, playing with my lip ring, waiting for the door to open, but it never did.

I sighed and as i turned and started walking away, the old wooden door opened just a little,the creaking sound making its way to my ears, that i barely heard because of the rain drops falling on the ground hardly. The light on the inside blinding me for a second as i turned around. I waited a second for my eyes to focus at the lack of light. I stepped slightly forward, cringing at the amount of water in my shoes. It was raining so much, it felt as if someone was pouring a whole bucket of water over me, but constantly.

My thoughts cut off when i heard a voice, supposedly talking to me.
"Hello there" a young man's voice rang trough my ears, definitely something i did not expect. I expected an old woman living there with her 50 cats, all of them named Meowster. I still couldn't see him properly, so i stepped forward slightly.

What happened next almost gave me a heart attack.

A lightning hit the ground with a very loud sound and i swore i almost pissed my pants, even though it wouldn't be that embarrassing, since all of my clothes were wet. I tripped forward and hit my head hard on the door frame. I clutched my nose in pain as i looked around wide eyed anxiously and my breathing speeding rapidly. When the pain finally stopped, i looked at the man infront of me.

He had jet black greasy looking shoulder length hair. I couldn't see his face due to the fact that i was still half blind because of the light behind him.

"I-im sorry for knocking at your door at this hour,b-but, could i please stay the night?" I stuttered anxiously, my hands shaking as i tried to look at the man's face features. My sight finally came back and i could see his face properly. I don't know if it was my eyes playing tricks on me, but he was smirking ear to ear. He was pale, very fucking pale at that, almost as if he dipped his face in a bucket of flour. He had beautiful hazel eyes, i still couldn't see his other features.

He laughed devilishly, his laugh filling the silent night, mixing with the rain drop sounds. "Why of course dear boy, come on in, you're soaking wet." He said with a deep voice, goosebumps making their way on my skin. He smiled warmly at me, tilting his head to the side and moving just a bit so i could come in. I stood frozen for a few seconds and he motioned with his hand for me to come in.