The Madness of Mania (Frerard AU)

Chapter 8

A/N

Read at your own risk.

A further hour of driving lead us to the outskirts a rather small rural town. My foolishness cost us however as the car spluttered and fizzed until it finally came to a stop. I let out an angered huff - my lack of thought had caused this mishap. I partially blamed Frank for this, if I wasn't so distracted by him, this wouldn't have happened.

"Fucking hell," I exclaimed.

"Don't worry Gee, it looks like there's a house up a head." Frank chimed in, placing a soothing hand on my leg.

My anger disappeared at that. My attention was drawn to the lights of the house about a hundred metres ahead of us as Frank pointed towards it.

"What would I do without you?" I smiled with thankfulness. He giggled as I pulled him in for an innocent kiss. His laughter could cure anything.

"Let's go ask them for help." He added.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I smirked.

"If it's killing the occupants of that house, then yeah, probably." He said cooly, sending me a sly look.

"I fucking love you." The odds of finding this beautiful man were honestly not in my favour, yet I found him. Granted it wasn't in the greatest way, if I had been a second too late, he wouldn't be living and breathing. I may not have known him for very long (technically only a few days), but my adoration for him had only grown since our first encounter.

"You get the gun, I'll get the knife." I smirked at him once again.

He returned an equally evil expression, and we both climbed out of the car, hand in hand as we walked towards the lone house in this wooded area of town, with our weapons hidden once again.

Considering how late it was, I was surprised the people in the house were even awake - or perhaps it was normal for them to leave their lights on all night.

As we approached the door, I rang the door bell and knocked just to be sure they had heard me. A few seconds later, the front door creaked open, showing the face of a woman peering from behind the door.

"Umm, hi. Can I help you?" She said, not so much in a rude tone but with confusion. She looked between me and Frank and smiled as she caught a glance of our joined hands.

"Hello." I spoke happily. "We were wondering if you could give us some directions please."

"Our car broke down and we were hoping you could point us in the direction of the nearest garage." Frank continued.

"Who is it, babe?" Another woman said, leaning around the kitchen door frame, before she had the chance to answer.

"Just a nice couple asking for directions." She smiled as she turned to face who I assumed was her partner.

In that moment as she turned to face us once again, Frank took his gun out and shot the woman standing in the hallway. Before any emotion could register with the woman who answered the door, I pulled my knife from my pocket and stabbed her in the abdomen. 

She looked down to her stomach, holding it in pain as blood dripped from her mouth, then looking up to me in horror. To speed things up, I forcefully removed the knife from her torso and slit her throat before impaling her head through her eye socket, striking immediate death.

Of course the mess we had made here required a substantial amount of cleaning, but it was worth it. After we dumped the bodies out the back, deciding what to do with them later, we used the cleaning supplies to remove the blood stains from the wall and flooring as well as the front porch.