Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard)

16 - Not As Planned

It took me a long time to clean up Brendon's blood and Frank's puke. Sure, it wasn't the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it came with my marvelous work. I couldn't leave the place a mess or I'd definitely be caught. All people needed to know was that Brendon was mysteriously missing. People could come up with whatever theories they wanted, but there was no way any of them could involve me if I didn't leave a trace of evidence behind.

"Frank, could you go check the closets for any extra sheets? There's no way I'm going to be able to clean all of the blood out of Brendon's current ones".

Frank nodded his head and checked the bedroom's closet. When he found nothing, he left the room to check any others. He had been acting off the rest of the night. Silently, he had been helping me clean everything up, but it really wasn't like him to not be so talkative, especially since he had been so interested in coming with me. I imagine he was just traumatized from witnessing a murder, but I didn't care at this point. I had warned him after all. 

After scrubbing at the carpet for what felt like ages, I managed to get the blood out while it was still fresh. Frank returned not long after his disappearance, luckily having been able to find some spare sheets for the bed. As he came in, his eyes locked on Brendon's body again.

"You good, Frank?" I asked him as he stood transfixed.

After looking for a few more seconds, he turned to me, "Yeah, I'm fine." Surprisingly, he smiled, and this time it seemed more genuine than the creepy ass one he had plastered on his face earlier that night. 

He set the sheets down on the dresser before going to sit at the edge of the bed, still keeping his distance from the corpse.

"Thank you for letting me tag along," he told me out of nowhere. I looked up from my final inspection for blood on the carpet and cocked my head at him.

"Don't you regret coming along?" I confronted him. "You seem so quiet. You don't have to thank me if you didn't enjoy it. You can be honest".

He laughed quietly, "I don't regret it, trust me."

"So you expect me to believe you had a great time watching me murder this guy for fun?" Picking up my cleaning supplies, I headed towards the bedroom door. 

"I mean, it was certainly a spectacular show you put on".

I stopped to lean against the doorframe, "Oh? So you were more focused on me than dying Brendon?" 

He laughed again, looking down at the floor, "Well I must admit, you looked pretty hot while stabbing him over and over again. All that blood splattering onto your face... It looked like something out of a movie".

We both chuckled, but before I had the chance to reply to his flirtatious comment, a huge force collided against the side of my head. I fell to my knees, dropping the supplies I was holding and clutching my head to comfort it. 

I heard Frank scream out, "Gerard!"

Again, I was hit in the head by an oncoming force from behind me, sending the rest of my body to the floor. My vision started to become blurry, but I managed to roll onto my back to attempt to avoid any more attacks. Through my distorted vision, I managed to make out a guy with brown hair. He didn't look familiar to me in the slightest, but I didn't have the time to think about it any further, as he took another swing at me with a wooden baseball bat that he was gripping onto aggressively. I tried to block it as it smashed into my side, but my arms were simply no use in protecting me against a swinging bat. 

"You'll pay for this!" He yelled at me. "For what you did to my Brendon! You monster!"

Right as he went to give me another hit to the side, Frank came running past me, stabbing a small knife into the stranger's neck before he had the time to adjust his baseball bat to defend himself. Thankfully, he dropped it next to me, more concerned about the serious injury he had received from Frank.