Gerard spent the next few days, planning every single inch of his plan. Planning was his favourite part, other than the actual kill. It was like playing a real life video game. You had full choice over your actions, and Gerard loved that. He loved the way he could customise his fate while doing something so thrilling and exciting. He had planned everything. His escape route, his weapon, even down to his clothes. He settled on his normal look with the hoodie, although he decided against his mask, it had become a household look. He planned on jumping off the building into a dump and using throwing knifes. Gerard enjoys using throwing knife. He used throwing knifes in his first kill. His first kill, though, was out of hatred of the human, not as a job. He knew then that he had a passion and talent for hurting other humans. He’s not a psychopath, he swears, just a little unnatural. Gerard’s also not a person for tidying up the body, not that that it is possible with a public kill anyway. With his first kill he had left the body mangled and torn in the guys house. He deserved it. It looked so bloody and gory. It made Gerard pleased with his knife throwing skills. He’s not aiming for a messy kill with Frank. It would take too long. He would only have a few seconds to escape the area. It would be quick and a hope for the best. He would only have one shot at this. If he fucked it up, which he knew he wouldn’t, then he would have to do the kill secretly. It’s not something Gerard would do. He wanted the full amount of money. He wanted to succeed in this kill.
His vantage point was an abandoned building nearer the bus station. He had spent a few days in this location to find exactly what time Frank would be passing. 5:43. He had situated himself on the second floor of the building. He had a large window he could look out of. The window was a great position to throw the knife from, it should hit Frank directly in the chest. The knife was long enough to pierce the heart fully. It’s should cause him instant death, but even if it didn’t the doctors won’t be able to save him. Gerard smirked a little as he thought of the pain Frank will be going through. He’s not sadistic, just likes to see his victims plead for help. Does that make him crazy?
Gerard was playing with the knife in his hand as he leaned out the window, looking for his target to come into range. It was anytime soon. Gerard knew he was going to show up, he had followed him to work so he knew that he wasn’t ill. Gerard always got nervous before performing the kill. He got all jittery and nervous, yet he always felt excited and thrilled. It was an unusual mix, but once the adrenaline kicked in he didn’t even care.
5:43 was slowly approaching and Gerard had positioned himself. He was hidden away from the public eye but had a lot of room to throw from. The window had been opened so wide that he could throw himself from it. Not that he wanted to, but it was that big. If he took a step wrong he could fall onto the ground. He wouldn’t take a wrong step, though. He had taken courses in Freerunning before, he knew how to land and jump. He wouldn’t fall. The only possible way he could fall would be like Bran Stark from Game of Thrones. There would be no way he would fall by him slipping. He could only fall by being pushed, but that’s not going to happen.
When Gerard finally saw Frank approaching from around the corner, he moved closer to the edge of the building and got his knife ready. His eyes locked onto his target. When he got into his stance the world around him stopped. He only focused on his target. Nothing else mattered. It’s a brief moment where nothing in the world exists other than his target. His sense would be filled with the target. Usually he could, hear them, smell them, and see them. He turned off from the world around him and all that mattered was his target. Frank was walking extremely close to the spot where Gerard was going to strike. Gerard’s pupils went wide as he gripped the knife tightly in his hand. His breathing became faster as he got ready for the kill. Frank’s position was right there. At this point in a kill, time slowed down. It gave him an advantage to double check his position. Then a rush of wind pushed against his skin and everything went black.
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In This Fight, It's Love or It's Death.
FanfictionThe woman had placed down a few files on to the desk in front of her. One file had a lot of information about his next target. "I want Frank Iero dead.” As a known assassin, Gerard has a mission. He does not intend to fail. Though sometimes, when...
