The Madness of Mania (Frerard AU)

Chapter 10

I walked slowly over to the group of teenagers spaced out around the fire. There was only five of them - 'it shouldn't be too hard to kill them all' I thought to myself.

"Hey mannn." I dragged out putting a friendly hand on one of the dudes' shoulder. They hadn't even realised my presence until I spoke. "Mind if I join you?"

I may have been a few years older than most of them, but I could definitely still be deemed at least an eighteen year old at first glance. And being quite the weed lover myself, I was undoubtedly in my element when acting on the high front.

"Hey duude, sure. No problem." One of the guys grinned.

Maybe I should have killed them before they even saw me coming, but it was surprising how easily I was let into their circle.

"Sooo, what's been kicking." Another spoke.

"Been staying in a cabin with my boyfriend...banging all day everyday." I slurred, laughing slightly.

"Nice dude." The guy next to me high-fived me. I smirked in return.

"You got any dope?"

They sniggered. "Sure do." They were all too out of it to really question anything I was saying.

After they handed me a packet, I took out an old receipt from my pocket and lined the weed up on it along with a roach, then rolling it up and licking it so it sealed. I pulled a lighter from my other pocket - the one that Gerard had used earlier - and lit the end of my spliff.

It was a pretty shitty job to be honest - lets just say a receipt is not a great substitute for rolling paper.

As I inhaled and exhaled the joint, I chuckled slowly to myself.

"You're gonna have to pay us though man." The guy who greeted me said as I took a few more puffs.

Setting the joint down, I turned to the guy who spoke. "Yeah?"

He seemed slightly confused with my reply. Before he had the chance to speak, I sprung out of my seat on the log, pocket knife discreetly in hand and impaled his left temple.

Pulling the knife from his head, I pushed his body to the ground.

My actions had caused an uproar behind me. As I turned around, I saw two of them running off into the distance, screaming - I had expected that from all of them to be honest, but the other two teenagers kept their ground.

Their responses definitely perplexed me; neither of them showed fear, but severe fury and anger with their hands balled into fists.

If I didn't know better, I could've sworn I saw their eyes turn dark. I later reasoned that I was high as fuck.

They began to charge towards me, a slight smirk formed on my lips, lunging at me at the last second. As they pushed and tackled me to the ground, I thrusted the knife into the torso of the guy on top of me, yanking the knife down and tearing a substantial amount of flesh. With his cries of agony, he screamed profanities at me as he rolled off me and stood up, holding his stomach.

The other one, however, seemed even more infuriated; his hands went straight to my neck - 'not this again' I thought.

As I gasped for breath, I tried navigating the knife in my hand to his neck, but before I could cause any damage, he shoved my hand away, ripping the knife from my grip in the process.

Awaiting my inevitable death, I shut my eyes, slowly letting the asphyxiation take over me. 'This is not how I should die' I thought to myself once again. 'What would Gerard think?'

With one last panicked push of energy, I used my free hand to find a rock and bash it over his head, however my lack of force only made him angrier, the hit barely phasing him. He removed his hold on my throat, and I breathed in forcefully, forcing the much needed oxygen into my lungs.

But with that he stabbed me.

My disorientation dulled my senses for what seemed like forever; I heard a faint gunshot followed by hissing and more screaming. I felt a scratch on my arm and the weight of the person on top of me was no longer there.

I continued to cough and splutter as my eyes blinked open, my vision blurry and uncoordinated. But as the world came into focus, I saw the knife lying by my side.

Still breathing heavily, I picked it up and crawled over to the guy I had previously stabbed; there was not as much blood as I had anticipated, yet he still seemed somewhat close to death.

He looked over to me, his eyes dark yet showing an immense amount of fear. "You don't know what you've done." He wavered.

I was done with his shit, and with that I stabbed him through his eye socket, striking immediate death as the blade entered his brain.

Still in my slightly dazed state, I trudged over to that dickhead who tried to strangle me. He was lying on his back, hissing in pain.

He had been shot just to the right of his heart.

"Now listen here you fucker," I spat, pointing the knife out to his face, "don't you EVER try and choke me ever again. Only my fucking boyfriend can do that."

Even in his pain-induced state, he chuckled almost menacingly at me.

"It's not fucking funny!" I screamed, kicking his limp body. "I hope you enjoy hell." I smirked.

Just as I was about to impale his heart, he spoke nonchalantly before smiling, "I hope you do too."

With that, I stabbed his chest, puncturing his skin further as the blade sunk past his ribcage, directly striking his heart. He was dead with the first stab, but I continued to slice his skin open, stabbing him repeatedly.

That fucker had already given me enough grief, even in death he deserved this.

As I stood up, I looked over the three bodies lying lifelessly upon the cold ground. By this time the sun had almost completely set, shrouding the forest in darkness.

I smiled to myself as I turned around and headed back towards the house.

Bringing the knife to my lips, I looked at it curiously and licked it. The crimson liquid was foul to say the least. The iron taste made me feel slightly sick - I still can't understand why Gerard enjoys the taste of blood so much.

As I finally approached the house, I saw Gerard leaning against the scorched car - the bodies had been reduced to a pile of ash, but the framework of the car was still somewhat there, charred. He had a cigarette in one hand and a shotgun in the other.

"I was wondering when you would get back." He pouted slightly, dropping his gun and putting his cigarette behind his ear as he embraced me in a hug, followed by a quick kiss on the cheek. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and grinned as I stared up at him - his face was covered slightly in ash, yet he was still as beautiful as ever. "Two of them just gave me a little bit of grief, that's all." I shrugged.

He sighed and smiled as his thumb caressed the side of my face. "Well, it was a good job I came back outside just at the right moment. I went inside to fetch another lighter but with no luck, I found a shotgun instead. I told you I'd keep an eye on you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did." I smiled once again. "You've got a brilliant aim."

"Oh, I know babe." He rung out again, his smirk making its return. "Now hand me the lighter would you, I've been dying for a fag."

"But you've got one standing right in front of you." I laughed, returning the smirk.

"I'll deal with you later." He spoke slyly as he lit his cigarette, taking a long drag of smoke.

A/N

Blood. Blood. Gallons of the stuff.

Will Frank ever learn how to kill on his own? Will Gerard give up smoking? Or will they both open a garden centre in France? Who knows. THE UNIVERSE IS A MYSTERY.