.toxic lips. [a frerard fanfiction]

~twenty~

they eventually got brendon into doing it, after a half hour of explaining. he wasn't one to catch on quickly.

gerard slowly opened the door to the basement, walking down slowly. he flicked on the light above awsten as ryan and brendon stood at a distance. awsten was sound asleep, looking peaceful.

gerard groaned and ripped the duck tape off of awsten's face, waking him up immediately. his eyes were bloodshot and he was completely out of breath. brendon didn't understand how gerard could've enjoyed something like this, but it was worth the money.

"hey, awsten, we have a new friend." he grinned, forcing his head to look at brendon. tears soaked his eyes, trying to get out of gerard's grip. he mouthed "why" towards brendon which he just stepped back to. ryan grabbed onto his arm, reassuring everything would be fine.

"dude, i cant fucking do this!" brendon yelled, looking right at ryan.

gerard let go of awsten's head, still continuing to stand behind him. he then grabbed his gun out of his pocket, pointing it right towards brendon's head. brendon stopped, getting scared as hell.

"i don't know if you wanna do that, brendon." he smirked, finger right on the trigger.

"i-i- this isn't right, he-he's in so much.. p-pain. how could you enjoy this?" brendon choked out, already feeling his own throat closing up.

gerard rolled his eyes before pulling the trigger, hitting brendon dead on. you could catch a glimpse of his eyes rolling back into his head before falling back on the stairs.

ryan broke down in tears. he choked on his sobs, kneeling down to brendon. awsten sat their completely silent, afraid of what gerard was going to do next.

gerard didn't say anything, walking over to where brendon lay lifeless. he pushed ryan off, causing him to
stumble off the side. gerard laughed maniacally before dragging brendon by the foot across the concrete.

"gerard, what are you gonna do with him?" ryan asked, still crying.

"hmm, probably let his body decay for awhile. then once it's fine, but out all his teeth, you know, get rid of all the evidence that it's him. then chop him up, dispose of him somewhere, we'll figure that out later." gerard said, stripping brendon naked and tying him by extra pieces of rope laying around.

"ok- i'm gonna go get some sleep, if that's ok." ryan sighed, looking for gerard's approval. he nodded and ryan walked upstairs, shutting the door.

"so, awsten, it's just you and i." he smirked, slathered in brendon's blood. awsten just stared at him, biting his tongue til he was sure it would shrivel up and fall off.

"you can talk, buddy." gerard got closer to awsten's face, pursing his lips.

"ok." awsten said, making eye contact with gerard.

"so, what do you want first? i'm really tempted to just straight up rip out your vocal chords. that'd be interesting." gerard asked, walking over to the table.

"just- make it stop, pl-please." awsten choked out, holding back sobs again.

"i suggest you say all you want before i do this." he laughed.

"i think you're fucking insane. i know everyone says that, but you are. i don't see how you can find this enjoyable. and, might i ask, why are you fucking doing this?"

"you kept frank away from me. if i lure him in by using you, he could be all mine and you'd be out of the picture." gerard chuckled harder, stepping into the light with gloves on and a scalpel.

gerard then stopped, grabbing awsten's phone from the counter.

"hey, what's your password." he asked, not looking up.

"8614," awsten sighed, biting his lip.

"k, thanks." he said before opening up his phone, taking the password off before putting his phone up.

"fuck you," awsten spat, meeting face to face with gerard.

"famous last words." he winked before grabbed awsten by his hair, snapping his head back.

———

gerard sighed, sitting down on the floor infront of awsten. he was unconscious and his entire neck was bandaged. gerard didn't exactly know how to do the procedure but tried not to kill him just yet, for the fun of it.

"gerard?" he heard from up the stairs. gerard swiveled around, meeting eyes with ryan. he looked exhausted, taking note it was only seven in the morning.

"morning, bud." gerard greeted nonchalantly, forgetting about awsten.

"holy s-shit, wh-what'd you do to him?" ryan asked, running right towards awsten.

"got the vocal chords out, long procedure, but it was worth it." gerard said with no emotion.

"gerard, i think you should go get washed up. you're literally drenched in his blood." ryan said uneasily.

"whatever. today we need to run out and get more things. you think you could do that?" gerard asked, standing up.

"i suppose. we'll just leave him locked down here," ryan shrugged, walking back upstairs. gerard followed him up, shutting and locking the door behind him.

———

gerard stepped out of the shower, still moving along quickly in worry awsten would wake up. he threw on some of ryan's clothes, taking they were the same size. they also had the same taste in style which was a plus, but who cares what you look like when you're getting ready to torture someone relentlessly ?

gerard hesitantly opened the door to the basement, seeing awsten still completely unconscious. he laughed to himself before shutting the door back.

he took a seat down on the couch, closing his eyes for a while. he probably hadn't slept in a solid 48 hours, and he would need lots of sleep if he wanted to finish this successfully.

gerard woke with a jolt. he pulled out his phone, realizing it was already 12pm. there was still no sight of ryan after an entire five hours. why could he be gone so long?

gerard grabbed his phone and called ryan multiple times, not getting an answer. instead, just going right to voicemail. gerard sighed and threw his phone down, laying back down.

he grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. it was on the news as usual, but the breaking news showed up, worrying gerard.

a mass suicide has occurred down by 26th street right by the train tracks. the body of an eighteen year old male was found mauled along the railroad tracks, temporarily shutting down all train stations nearby. witnesses identify him as ryan ross, a student at st. joseph high. it seems as if he jumped from the bridge above, dying right as he hit the tracks. prayers are sent to the ross family and friends of this young man.

gerard shut the tv off immediately, chucking the remote to the other side of the room. he let out a distressed sigh before springing up. he ran down the staircase and saw awsten sitting there, eyes almost forced open. he was exhausted and in pure agony but sat there quietly, holding back tears.

"we have to get the fuck out of here."