Dead. (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 15

(Gore Warning Y'all)

Frank's POV

It was around 08 O'clock at night when Gerard grabbed his button up shirt and heavy jacket. He told Mikey and I to get dressed, but whispered to me to, "bring a jacket". He never did tell me what his plan was, but I had no interest to hear. I trusted him so whatever his plan was, I would go along with it even if I was confused as shit.

It wasn't cold outside, some would say it was the perfect weather. Mikey didn't get why we were wearing jackets, but Gerard slyly change the subject distracting Mikey from it. When we entered the club, the smell of alcohol and drugs reached around my nose. There's was something about the air that gave me a headache. It was then when I wanted to leave, but Gerard insisted we stay.

He chuckled. Gerard pressed his lips against my ear and said, "Have a few drinks, while I prepare some fun for tonight."

I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but if I knew Gerard, this night would end in a murder.

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I did as I was required, drinking vodka, getting myself into a dizzy blur. The scene around me was upside down, my eyes couldn't adjust the way the use to. I stumbled my way back to the bar, finding Gerard talking to a girl. She laughed, pushing her brunette hair back, her eyes staring into Gerard's.

Gerard was staring at her, smiling. I assume they were making small talk. That was before I realised Gerard had that crazed look in his eyes. He was luring her in. A female victim was part of tonight's plan-I'm drunk, but I'm pretty sure Gerard was going to lead the female "back to his place".

I slurred, "Gerard,"

He glanced at me, but gave his full attention to the girl.

I cursed under my breath before in between the two. The girl got disgusted, but didn't leave. I turned my back to her, looking at Gerard who didn't seem happy. I said, "What's the plan?" He looked at me weird and sighed, "Frank, go away-"

I pushed him slightly, but my muscles were weak, so he had barley nudged. He went around me and said to the girl, "I'm sorry, he's drunk."

She scowled, "No kidding."

They walked away, but I followed them. I kept my distance, and then realized someone was hanging on my shoulder. I looked and found Mikey resting his head on my shoulder. He blemished his words, "I'm gonna go home." He added, "Wanna come?"

I shook my head, causing my brain to hit every corner in my skull, "Nah."

He pushed on his shades over his eyes and shrugged, "Suit yourself."

When Mikey had left, I followed Gerard and his slut to the back restrooms. When the slut had made her way into one of the bathrooms, Gerard reached out to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Follow us out-cover your face with your jacket as you exit the front door."

He pulled away as soon as the man-hoarder came out. She gave Gerard seductive eyes, "I'm ready when you are."

I tightened my jaw as she grabbed his butt. I followed them, of course. My hatred for this woman increased and I couldn't believe my hatred for Gerard hasn't. He was still my sexy, narcissistic, obsessive killing-machine. I laughed briefly before placing my jacket over my head as I exited the front door. I kept it on, smiling at the fact it reminded me of a tent.

As drunk as I was, I still managed to follow Gerard and his fucking whore to the alley...with the small door, into the room that smelt of metal.

I walked in to the woman on the ground and Gerard searching her. He finally dug into her purse and read, "Amber, 24." He rolled his eyes as he tossed the wallet, "Bitch told me she was 20."

I stumbled toward him, "Can I kill her?"

He looked at me, "I regret telling to drink."

I peered at him, "How come you're not drunk?"

"I watch my limits." He replied, lifting up Amber's body. He placed her onto the chair before walking to a shelf, picking out rope. He said as he tied Amber up against the chair, "I'll let you kill her, but not before I violate her."

I scoffed, "Why do you get to violate her?"

Gerard sighed, "Because," He faced me, "It's my thing. Now shut up and here," He placed a knife in my hand, "Hold onto this while I get the glass bottle." He walked to the far side of the room, leaving me to scowl drunkenly at the female. Her eyes fluttered open-then widen immensely. She relaxed a bit before saying, "I didn't consent to this-but I like a little fun." She was obviously a little buzzed from drinking, but was still aware of what was happening. I walked to her, and finally struck fear into her eyes when she saw the knife. She stammered, "W-what's hap-ppening?"

I didn't reply to her question. I grasped onto the knife and stared at her stomach. Wouldn't it be grand to watch her organs fall from her stomach, onto the floor? Wouldn't it be great to watch the blood flow from her stomach? Bathe in her blood? Take out her teeth one by one with a wrench?

Gerard smiled, "Alright, baby." Gerard looked at me, "Give me 10 minutes, and I'll let you have fun."

The 10 minutes turned into 30 as he violated her, pulling her hair, clenching onto her skin. I latched onto the knife and watched frequently. He seemed to be having fun as he shoved a bottle inside her, pulling it in and out anally. She screamed, and Gerard liked it.

I finally had my chance to knife her-and the same thing had happened again. The intense breathing of stabbing her, drilling my knife inside her skin. I would twist the knife in her stomach, and then aim for her bellybutton. I pulled out abruptly, letting the blood of the stomach organs flow out. She was dead, after that. I smiled at the work and wanted more.

So much more.