"Saints protect her now,
Come, angels of the Lord,
Come, angels of the unknown",
(T.W., murder, and shit;
this story based on murder,
I'll stop making T.W's for murder from now on.)
***
"Gerard, baby," Frank pulled me close to him. "I killed two teenagers."
I tensed up. Since when did Frank start killing children? I look back at him, frowning. "Why, Frankie?" I scolded. He looked down.
"No reason." He pouted. "I just felt like it."
"Frank," I sighed, exasperated. "You need to stop." Frank frowned at me. "Not that I see things more carefully, we could get in jail. It's not good to kill people, babe."
Frank made an unhappy noise before walking out of our room. He's always like this, but I can't seem to find a way to stop him. I can't turn him into the police because I love him too much. I won't threaten to turn him in because he'll think my devotion to him is wavering.
I need to come up with a plan to make him stop.
Pacing around the room, I think of ways to make him stop.
But it's impossible.
And then it hit me.
Why didn't I think of this before?
***
Ooooh, what do you think Gerard's plan is?
'Cause I do. ( ͡◉◞ ͜ʖ◟ ͡◉)
But first, how would y'all feel if Gerard topped Frank?
Bye~
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Desolation Row (Frerard)
Fanfiction(This is not a happy story) Gerard and Frank Iero, the famous homicidal couple. They killed 12 teenagers and 16 adults before being apprehended, but most detectives believe they murdered even more. Follow their story, for there was more to them than...
