Threats Of Romance

Chapter TWO

Present day~

Frank sat up in his bed. Well rather rays bed. The spare room. Ever since...ever since it happened Frank hadn't been able to sleep on his own in his house. He was the one that stumbled upon the gory mess that had entailed that night. Every day he closed his eyes and saw it, the blood...the vacant expression on his best friends face. He hadn't slept at all that night either. He thought if he let himself sleep he'd see it all. All over again. Frank was a gore fan. That was no secret. But he never would have thought the first dead body he was was Gerard's. He pulled on a shirt and pattered out into the kitchen, fixing himself a coffee. He looked at the time and scrawled out a note for Mikey and Ray, who were still sleeping. It read, "going to view the apartment, come round in a few days." He packed his things and  and it resulted in two suit cases full of clothes and what not. He was going to live in Gerard's old apartment. He wanted to feel closer to it all. When it came down to it. He just really missed his best friend.

"LYNZY!? BANDIT?! BABIES?" Gerard desperately called out for his loved ones. He was stuck in limbo, reliving everything. "WHERE THE FUCK-" That's when he remembered, he was in his study, underneath a pile of books. Ever since the family murder he'd found things to be occupied with. Old letters, transcripts, receipts and old photographs. Anything he could get his hands on. Well, anything he could interact with. He couldn't touch anything, so it was a little hard, but luckily there had been some things tossed and turned, just for his needy self to grasp. It had been a year since his death. That word was still a lot to process, he hadn't got over it yet. That's when he heard the noise of a door downstairs, the way the bolt clicked. He flew downstairs and waited by the door. "Who's here? Maybe they can help me..." He muttered curiously.

Frank walked into the apartment and the smell of thick blood filled his nose. He was expecting that as the landlord had warned him. It didn't really phase him. Frank actually found it kind of...nice. He ran his hand through his black hair, pulling it away from the red side shave . He threw the keys onto the table and made his way into each room. Looking around. He went to the bedroom and the blood scent there was the strongest. He knew he'd sleep in there. Frank was a weirdo child, and no one would  have him any other way. He eventually walked into the study, standing in the doorway. Memories of Gerard sitting there for hours drawing flooded back to his head. He didn't cry. Not even when he came across Gerard's body. He'd been cut off of all emotion. Frank didn't know what it was like to feel.

"FRANK?!" Gerard screamed. He was so happy to see him. He'd missed his friend so much. Memories of them two together filled his mind and he stood there, grinning like a Cheshire cat. It had been so long before he'd even gotten out of limbo. And boy, was he glad to be back? Fuck yes. Everything was slowly coming together. His friend would be able to help him and everything would be fine. Although, of course that couldn't bring Lynzy and Bandit back unfortunately. He sighed and wiped a tear from his eye.