Frerard OneShots (finished)

XXI - My Heart, My Love

[This is really gory and bloody and kind of insane so if you are sensitive, skip this one!]

"It was a joke! It was just a dumb joke, okay?" Frank yelled, backing away and against the wall of his bedroom. His hands were trembling and shaking, clammy with sweat and his hair stuck to his forehead already. Both of his feet and wrists ached and he didn't know why, he was confused about everything that happened at that moment. But then again, that wasn't new. "I-I can give you anything you need!"

The witch in front of him laughed loudly, both her hands erupted in blue flames but the skin stayed unharmed. "Stupid mortal," she hissed, stepping forward threateningly, "I have roamed these lands for 158 years, searching for someone to give my curse to, and now that I finally found you, you think I am going to let you leave?"

Frank's breath caught in his throat, his back pressed against the wall when the scary lady stood directly in front of him and he let out a quiet whimper. She reached out, her bony fingers pressing onto Frank's forehead.

Letting out a gasp of pain, his chest arched upwards and toward the lady's hand. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much, but it was the only reassurance that he was still alive and he needed that reassurance so he leaned into her hand more and more.

When the witch pulled her hand away, he fell forward from exhaustion and she caught him in her arms, cradling him to her chest. She scratched her long, scruffy fingernails over his pericranium in an attempt to soothe his ragged breathing.

Frank thought he was dying and it was everything he wanted--he just wanted everything to be over, to fucking die already, but, unfortunately, the exact opposite happened.

His head was so dizzy and he was tired from the adrenaline that rushed through his veins just seconds before that he didn't catch the words in Latin the witch whispered to him.

Only when his wrists jerked to the side and cracked in multiple places, he let out a scream of pain that slowly dissolved into a sob, his eyes squeezed shut.

The witch let Frank fall down to the ground carelessly and he tried to push himself up just to cry out in pain once more. He lay there on his side, looking up at the lady with pleading eyes but she just flailed her hand around in a quick movement, inducing his feet to make the same movement as his wrists and cracking them, too.

At this point, Frank was a sobbing and crying mess on the ground, chanting 'please, please, stop' over and over again silently. It was to no avail, though, and the witch crouched down next to him, pushing his hair out of his face and looking him in the eyes with a gentle smile on her face.

Frank wrapped his arms around his torso, his hands dangling around uselessly and the little splinters of bones poking his flesh and he thought a bone would just burst out of his wrist at any moment.

"You, Frank Iero," she put her hand flat against his forehead once more but it didn't hurt this time, it rather dulled the pain in his wrists and feet. Frank was too focused on that sweet release of his agony that he couldn't concentrate on her words. "Shall get my curse of immortality."

As soon as those words had left her lips, Frank's body went limp and he stopped breathing entirely. The witch stood up and walked out of the room. He heard the faint screams of pain from his friends who went with him to this haunted house.

-

Frank lay there for twenty years. Not dead, but also not quite alive. He was conscious, he could see and feel everything around him but he couldn't move a muscle. His organs had stopped working a long time ago and from time to time, rats and other small animals tried to bite him, to eat his flesh but his body always re-generated itself.