The Madness of Mania (Frerard AU)

Chapter 5

The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee drifting through the apartment. The euphoric scent brought me to my feet, until of course the pain from my injured leg coursed through my body in which I then fell back on to the sofa. "Ah, shit." I huffed, gritting my teeth.

Frank walked in from the kitchen with a mug of coffee clasped in his hands. "Morning." He smiled. "Is everything okay?"

"Yup, I'm just still getting used to having a hole in my leg." I chuckled, sanely for a change.

He placed the coffee mug down on the table beside me. "Well, who knows, maybe this coffee will have magical healing powers." He had a stupid grin on his face. I laughed again at that - if his coffee tastes anywhere near as good as it smells then I'm sure it does. When I didn't move, he put the mug in my hands. "Here, have some."

"Thanks." I took a gulp of the heavenly beverage, followed by a sigh of contentment. Damn, Frank made a good coffee.

He smiled once again. "So when you're finished I'll drop you off-" He paused, "where exactly?"

"Uh, my house...please." I was oddly hesitant.

"I thought you said you can't go there." Frank questioned.

"That was yesterday. I didn't want to make a disturbance."

Frank was still sending me a questioning look.

"I live with my brother, okay, and I don't need him knowing about this incident. Please don't mention the gun shot wound to him." What the fuck was happening to me? Why was I pleading to him? I'm the one who should be making the orders. I was the one people would cower at, just at the mention of my name. What was this Frank guy doing to me?

"But surely he should know-"

"I said don't." I stood up despite the torment my leg gave me.

Frank seemed to shut up then, providing me with a nod.

As we slowly but surely made our way to Frank's car (mainly because of me), I gave him directions to my house and shortly we were pulling off the drive.

The journey was mostly spent in silence, despite me giving a direction every so often.

As the car came to a halt on the gravel driveway, I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car. I begun limping to the front door until I noticed Frank standing by his car door, his mouth hung open in awe. I thought he was amazed by the size of the house until he spoke.

"Wait, I-I recognise this place..." A wave of fear overcame his facial features. I could tell he had instantly regretted coming here. "It was all over the news...the dead bodies...the murderer." He looked at me. I found amusement as he pieced the puzzle together.

"It was you." He blinked, whimpering slightly as well. "You're Gerard Way."

I began clapping my hands together in a rather proud yet sarcastic way.

"Yes Frankie! I am that so-called psychopathic murderer that you've heard about on the news!" My grin grew tremendously. "And yes, I killed my parents!" I was bursting with joy, he had finally figured it out.

"I'm not going to kill you Frank. You're interesting." I frowned as he still looked petrified.

He began patting down his pockets frantically before realising he didn't have his gun.

He slowly inched away before trying to make a run for it.

"NO!" I shouted, grabbing his wrist and slamming his head against the car bonnet. "You WILL NOT leave me!"

Frank's unconscious body laid slumped against the car as I went inside to fetch Mikey - at least he could help me carry him inside.

[Frank's P.O.V]

I woke up to a pounding headache with the sound of arguing voices coming from another room - it reminded me of my childhood. Coming to my senses, I froze as I remembered where I was.

"Firstly you escape the asylum, then you disappear again and the next time I see you, you've got some unconscious guy on the driveway!" They seemed pissed. "Gerard, I thought that part of your life - all the killing - I thought it was over." Their voice was laced with disappointment and a dash of apprehensiveness.

"Since when did I say that?" Gerard's familiar voice rang through my ears - he must have been talking to his brother. "I cant help it Mikey, you know that. I'm surprised I haven't killed Frank yet." The end of his sentence trailed off, it was almost inaudible, but I heard it.

I wanted to run. To get as far away from here as humanly possible - despite their conversation, knowing my luck, Gerard's brother was probably a serial killer too. But I couldn't. I was lying in a bed with my wrists tied to a rather extravagant head board. I felt an even more intense rush of panic.

"I've had the police on my ass for the majority of the night you were gone. They knew you'd come here, Gerard, they're not stupid."

"Oh, but they are my dear brother." His tone sounded crazed. Eerily creepy. "Soon, I'll be long gone from here."

Their conversation fell silent. I tried wriggling out of the handcuffs but it was no use.

"Why did you have to bring him in here? Why couldn't you have just let him go? For fuck sake Gerard, he helped you get home didn't he?" Gerard sighed heavily at his brother's questions.

"I couldn't have him try suicide again now, could I?"

"Wait, what?" Mikey was definitely confused. "But you're only going to kill him anyway-"

"You don't know that!" Gerard retorted, anger present. His voice sounding as though he was welling up with emotion.

I didn't know what scared me more: the fact that Gerard was indeed a serial killer, or the fact that he was incredibly unpredictable. In all honesty, both of those factors seemed to entice me.

As my struggle proved to no avail, I released a shaky breath - preparing myself for my inevitable demise as I closed my eyes.

I could've sworn I heard footsteps. My body shifted slightly feeling as though it had sunk. To my surprise, it was not a realistic dream, but in fact Gerard slightly hovering over me from my side.

"Wakey wakey princess! You've been very sleepy lately." He sounded as though he was speaking to a child - he had that extra hint of enthusiasm and excitement to his tone. He tucked my hair behind my ear.

As bad as it sounds, I couldn't tell if I was more turned on or scared by his actions.

"We've got a big day today!" He added. "So we need to get a move on!" He seemed so overly happy.

So many questions were flooding my brain, I almost couldn't comprehend anything. "Are you...going to kill me?" Was all I could manage in my scared-shitless state. Well - confused state.

"Why would I want to kill such a sweet little guy like you?" He continued in his excitable voice and then booped my nose. "Of course not, silly!" He let out a soft giggle. "Now c'mon, we've got places to go!"

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise!"

Oh fuck.

A/N

The big reveal! GERARD IS ACTUALLY THE SERIAL KILLER WHAT?! A shout out to all the fanfics that make Mikey the sensible brother - good 'ol Moikey Way keeping' it real.

QOTD - "Arts and crafts. I love arts and crafts." - Mikey

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