Why are all the hot guys dead? [Frerard] [HIATUS]

Chapter Two: There wasn't a thunderstorm in the forecast

"Sorry, Frankie. This might hurt just a little bit." He mumbled, inserting the needle just above the corpse's navel and pressing the button on the side. Blue, thick, sloshy liquid flowed through the tubes and into the needle, the machine groaning and shuddering as it pumped the fluid through itself. Embalming fluid had a weird smell, almost like bleach and death at the same time, but in this line of business, you get used to weird smells. Gerard took a deep breath as he pressed the button once again, the fluid flowing into the corpse slowly. This part of the routine took forever, but it was a good thing that Gerard was good at entertaining himself.

He wondered what it would be like to drink some embalming fluid. It was intended to delay preservation and make the body look more natural, but that was only for a dead body. He imagined it was like sipping on straight chlorine or something. Or maybe more like bleach. Either way, the outcome wouldn't be very good.

Thunder growled outside his window, making the windows of the laboratory shudder and shake. He looked up from his work, releasing the button and halting the process. "There wasn't a thunderstorm on the forecast..." He mumbled, looking back down at his work as lightning flashed through the sky. His horror movie instincts were screaming for him to stop working with a dead body during a thunderstorm, but he kept going (even though, in movies, that never turns out well.) Another rumble shook through the building, wind howling outside. The storm picked up really quickly and was only getting more intense by the second. Trees shook and leaned, creaking and groaning outside. A window flew open, papers fluttering everywhere. Gerard yelped and flicked off the machine, stepping back and covering his eyes as papers flew around the room.

"JESUS FUCK!" He yelled, staggering back into a corner and covering his ears. Wind ripped around the room in a deafening roar. Unbeknownst to Gerard, this was one of the most intense storms ever documented in Belleville, New Jersey, and Cemetery Drive Funeral Home just so happened to be at the eye of the storm. Another flash of lightning crashed outside, the wind still screaming as Gerard stayed huddled in that little corner.

And everything seemed to go quiet for a moment.

That must be why they call it "the calm before the storm".

All the windows shattered, glass littering the floor and causing the huddled form in the corner to scream. Lightning flashed again, striking both the metal gurney and the machine that pumped the embalming fluid in a violent display of destruction. And just like that, the storm fell silent, as if it was a whiny kid told to hush by their parent. The sky was still pitch black, the only thing illuminating the room a soft, blue glow. Standing up, steadying himself on a wall nearby, Gerard looked around the dark room before him.

'Huh. The lights must have flicked out. Weird.... Actually, this whole storm thing is fucking weird.' He thought to himself before he heard a small tapping noise. Which couldn't be possible, of course. He was the only one in the room. The only alive one in the room.

On second thought, more was wrong than the tapping.

He flicked on the light, looking around the room frantically for the source of the noise.

"Ugh....My head...." A voice sounded, clearly not Gerard's own. He froze, his eyes widening as he stared at the corpse before him. No. Way. The body sat up, looking around in the harsh light. Their veins glowed with a soft, pastel blue color, causing them to stare down at their hands and gasp. "Woah! Rad!"

'What...the.......holy fucking fuck.'

Gerard stayed in the corner, leaning on the wall for support. He had the feeling that he would probably fall over if he didn't.

'Okay, this is happening. This is real. Apparently, normal logic means nothing. What else can you use, Gerard? Think! Think! THINK! What else is there....? Horror movie logic?'

"Yo, man, are you okay?" The cor- Frank asked, now looking over at Gerard. "You don't look so good."

"What?!?" Gerard asked, staring at the not-dead corpse in front of him.

"I asked if you're okay. You look like you've seen a ghost!" They replied, looking down at themselves, specifically the gaping wound which had caused his demise. "Oh. Bad choice of words." Gingerly touching the wound, they scooped up some of the luminescent liquid on their finger and brought it to their mouth.

"Don't lick that! It's embalming fluid." Gerard warned, his voice shaking just like the rest of him.

"So? I'm dead anyway."

"Oh. Right." Gerard Arthur Way felt sick to his stomach. He..brought someone back to life. Is that a sin? Probably. Eh, well, he's probably already going to hell for being gay anyway, but still. This guy was dead around five minutes ago. Dead. Deceased. Already had an autopsy done, been taken apart and sewn back together. Dead. And here they were, sitting naked on Gerard's gurney and licking embalming fluid off their finger. What are the odds?

Frank climbed off the table, blushing a deep blue when they noticed they weren't wearing any clothes. Gerard averted his eyes, blushing as well (only red, like a normal human). Grabbing a lab coat off of a nearby hanger, they wrapped it around themselves and walked over to Gerard, wobbling a little bit on their feet. They were just dead, after all, so one can't expect them to be used to walking again. Holding a hand out to Gerard, they smiled up at him with sparkling, dark green eyes.

"My name's Frank, by the way. He/him." Taking his hand, Gerard nodded and shook the other's hand.

"Gerard. He/him."

"You're cute. Are you single?"

Gerard's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell to the floor, Frank not quite reacting in time to catch him. "Oh shit. Gerard?" Frank asked, the other only hearing garbled nonsense as the void called swallowed him whole.