Mikey Way gets bullied by Frank Iero and his friends, being the butt of all their jokes. But what nobody knows is that Mikey has a brother named Gerard, who goes to a prestigious art school across the country. That is, until he gets expelled. And so Gee joins the public school system with his brother when he catches the eye of a certain boy named Frank Iero. But, unfortunately, Frank's friends notice him too.

Frank Iero wasn't like most other teenage boys, Gerard found that out rather quickly. Frank was born with a curse that he's tried his hardest to get rid of, a curse that only caused death and destruction and he had to try his best to hide it.

"Gerard, what's going on? Gerard, please. Gerard, I need you. Gerard, stop this. I can't do this without you. What's happening? Please. Just listen to me." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: may be triggering for some individuals]

Frank has done some bad things in his life. Some really bad things. But Gerard, his new cellmate....yeah, he's done worse. Much worse. Frank doesn't know this, though, when they meet- all he sees is a ragged, dark man with dark hair and dark eyes and a bright, golden cross around his neck. And all he knows is that Gerard is the first of his cellmates to refuse the offer he always makes- have sex with him. He's also the first of his cellmates to have gotten out. This is not my fic. This was NOT franksenpai's fic. This fic was originally written by Venne on mibba, which can be found here: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/483749/A-Bullet-Through-a-Flock-of-Doves/

Gerard has been watching Frank for some time now. Waiting. When he finaly gets his hands on the boy will the secrets he holds be too much for Gerard to bear? (being edited)

"Oh, it's you, the sad boy." People know Frank Iero, they all use his name in vain. Well, not his name, per se. It's more like his alias. Fun Ghoul is what people most commonly know him as. His infamy reins on with every life he takes. A small boy becomes the next prey of Frank, a boy who just wants to wear skirts and play with stuffed animals. Just a boy who has a sad life that doesn't cower in the presence of Frank Iero.

Some people might call Donna Way crazy. After all, she kept her son in a basement for 17 years. When he is finally found, he's sent to live with his dad and the brother he's never met. He gets sent to public school, which is seemingly a lot harder for him than he originally thought when his brother had explained it to him. In the end, it doesn't turn out so bad once he meets Frank Iero.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

Frank Iero is a mess-plain and simple. He isn't living, just surviving, and even though no seventeen-year-old should feel this way, he can't seem to snap out of it. Frank knows his life is going nowhere, so he wastes his nights away at the local bar, drowning his problems in a drink and hooking up with anyone who looks at him twice. He doesn't care if he is being a slut-Frank just loves sex. He actually feels wanted, even if it's only for an hour or two. But when one thing leads to another, and Frank finds his way into his own teacher's bed, will he finally discover everything he has been looking for, or will it all end in disaster? ~~~ Teacher/Student AU *trigger warning for drinking, self-harm, mental illnesses, depression, etc.*

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)