Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard)

4 - You Mean Nothing to Me

When the two of us finally returned to my home, I was glad to find that Mikey and Ray were both nowhere in sight. I didn't need them interrogating Frank and I any further, especially if their questions pertained to where we went and what we had been doing for the past hour.

I led Frank back to my bedroom where he instantly cuddled up against the pillows on my bed, refusing to look in my direction. The whole car ride home he had acted like a pouty teenager. He refused to speak to me or make any eye contact. I could barely get him to get out of the car and into the house without a struggle. Apparently, that behavior was still lingering.

Although, I couldn't figure out what was bothering him. Surely, he must've been happy that I spared his life for another day. Any of my other victims would have been beyond grateful if I had done such a thing. Yet, here he was giving me the silent treatment.

I refused to give in though. I had already failed to kill him a second time, and the most recent attempt wasn't even because of something malfunctioning. But what was getting in the way?

It was just that every time we met eyes and I saw that stupid smile of his...ugh, I didn't understand it. It shouldn't be this hard. Something deep down inside of me was getting in the way...

Hopefully, I'd figure it out sooner or later. I was quite intelligent, and after years of experience in the killing field, I'm sure it would end up being just fine.

Back over on my bed, Frank continued to study the details on the bedspread in attempts to ignore my presence. It was starting to bother me really. I was his soon to be killer, yet he was acting as if I was absolutely no threat to him at all anymore thanks to my recent screw ups. I had to get back in control.

If I couldn't manage to kill him just yet, I could intimidate and scare him. He needed to know who was in charge after all.

So, slowly creeping up behind him, I placed a hand on his shoulder, and leaned in closer to his ear. "I can't wait to watch your guts spill out onto the floor, Frankie". Then, after reaching into my back pocket and pulling out a handy pocket knife, I let its dull blade travel across his jawline. Surely, he was practically shitting himself now.

However, to my complete surprise, Frank span around and slapped me across the entirety of my right cheek- very hard, I might add. I took a few steps away from the bed in shock, and received a death stare from Frank, before he turned back to the wall.

I was so taken aback by what Frank had just done to me, that I lost all my words. Was I not scary anymore? Even with a knife in hand? Frustrated, I left the room, instantly running into Ray on my way out.

"Oh, there you are Gerard," he smiled. "Where'd you and Frank go for so long?"

Damn it, this is exactly what I wanted to avoid. I hadn't had the chance to come up with any elaborate lies to his possible questions. I was just starting to slip up lately. I wasn't thinking as clearly with all these issues with Frank clogging up my mind.

"Um, we went for a walk," I made up off the top of my head. Couples liked to do that right? Surely that sounded believable.

"Aw, how cute! What else did you do? Did you stop anywhere?"

Now I really began to panic. I didn't have enough knowledge about dating, boyfriends, or love in general. While everyone else was experimenting with dating as a teenager, I was on the dark web watching people get tortured and killed, so of course I didn't know what to say...

From behind me, however, a cheerful voice replied, "Gerard took me to the park and we sat and talked for a while. He has such a sweet side, Ray! He held my hand the whole time. And he promised me that later he'd take me out to dinner and a movie!"