Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way Vampire FanFiction)

14- Frank and Mikey's Story

     *Frank's POV*

  "It was just a another normal day for us...but the peace didn't last long." Mikey started.

  Flashback~

  "Mikey come on!" I yelled as I ran through the woods.

  Mikey and I decided to hang out, walk around the woods and just hang out.  We all often came out here but the others couldn't make it today.  So Mikey and I decided to spend some time together.

  I had climbed up about halfway in one of the tallest trees in the woods, I had urged Mikey to climb up here with me.

  "Dude I might be tall but I can't climb for shit!" Mikey yelled up to me.

  "Don't be a bitch!" I yelled back.

  Mikey just stood there and stared at me, I knew he wasn't going to climb up here.  I decided to give up and climb back down the tree.  When I got back down there I noticed Mikey staring off in the distance at something.

  "What is it?" I asked looking in the same direction.

   There was an old, creepy looking mausoleum in the distance.  It looked like it could've easily been fifty years old.  Mikey and I were both lovers of anything creepy so we were delighted to see this.

  "Race ya." MIkey said.

  Mikey nudged my arm a bit before taking off running.

  "Hey wait up!" I yelled after him.

   Mikey was a fast runner, he was already out of my sight.  I ran towards the mausoleum trying to find him.  When I finally arrived to the entrance of the mausoleum Mikey was nowhere in sight.

  "Mikey?!" I called out frantically.

  "Frank help m-" I heard Mikey yell out, followed by a loud thump.

  I ran in the direction of Mikey's voice, panicked as ever.  I ran through tree branches, getting scratched up and bleeding in the process.  But I didn't care, I needed to know if Mikey was okay.  

  I eventually found Mikey after searching for a couple of minutes.  He was laying on the ground unconscious, no signs of injury or anything.  I dropped to the ground to see if he was actually okay.

  "Fuck Mikey, wake up dude." I said shaking his scrawny body.

  "Oh he'll wake up soon, and so will you." An ominous voice called out from behind me.

  Before I could turn to see who had just spoke, something was placed over my mouth affecting my breathing. It was a rag covered in something that smelled fucking toxic.  I tried holding my breath to prevent myself from inhaling anymore of it.  But it didn't work.  My vision got fuzzy as everything slowly faded to black.

  I later woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair.  There were restraints tied around my wrists and ankles, preventing me from moving.