Dripping Steaming Hot Blood On A Ice Cold Black Rose

Frank’s POV


I kept walking. I just kept walking away from the party, from Mikey, from my friends but most importantly, from Gerard. So many things where rushing in my head right now. The fact Gerard’s fucking boyfriend beat the shit outta me…

Gerard kissed me…


Gerard fucking Way kissed me.

…

I kissed him back…

I walked until I didn’t know where I was. My cell phone had no fucking signal so it was no use. I looked around just to see an empty street what was actually quite terrifying so I blocked out all the scary thoughts I had and just kept walking the cold streets till I found a market. It was closed though, but the lights where on so I figured someone would be in checking stocks and stuff and hopefully I could use a phone or something to call my mom or Mikey. ‘Cause being on the streets at 1am in New Jersey? Not good...

I started to run to the store and got to the door. I opened it and walked in the store looking for the office so I could find the manager but I started to hear voices so I walked in that direction.

Something about me being here didn’t feel right. But fuck it. It’s the only way I can probably get home from here.


Gerard’s POV


“Oh! So the little bitch’s name is Frankie!!” Jake screamed out as he pushed himself into me more and all I could do is let out a cry.

No one at the party could help me. They are all to shit scared of Jake and since I’m “Jakes bitch”, they won’t help. But I needed to get myself out of here. Away from this party, away from Jake, away from this person I have become. I need to get away from this for myself, For Mikey, for all my friends. For Frank…

“Say you love me you lil whore! Say it to me!!” I heard Jake shout in my ear as he grabbed me by the hair. I was in enough pain already…

“N...No!” was all I managed to stutter out as I felt a hand hit my cheek. I was too weak. The drugs were still in me, I had Jake inside of me. All I want is for someone to come in here and get me away… But that will never happen…


Mikey’s POV


Now… what the fuck was all that about?! I know Jake is a complete asshole and I don’t know what the fuck Gerard sees in a waste of fucking space like him. But how could he do that to Frank? He hasn’t even met him! Man…if I only I could do something. But what can I do really? I mean, I’m a fucking twig!

I just sat here with a beer in my hand, watching the blank TV screen thinking but the only thoughts I had was about Frank. I was worried about him. I know. He’s probably gone home or something but I needed to see him I mean, he’s my best friend for Christ’s sake and he seemed really upset. I mean, who wouldn’t be when a fucking guy you don’t even know beats the shit outta you for no fucking reason!

“Mikey, man are you okay?” Syn asked and sat on the couch with me.

“Yeah I’m fine man. It’s just...” I sighed. “It’s just what happened with Frank. I’m worried about him.”

“Well, he is your best friend. Have you called him?” He asked and gave me his phone. I punched in his number.

“Hey! Well, I’m probably busy jerking off right now so…can’t really come to the phone. But I’ll call ya back if ya leave me a message!” I heard his voice mail.

“Went straight to voice mail” I told Syn and gave him back his cell. I sighed. I needed to talk to him. I needed to make sure he was okay. Fuck why did Jake have to be here? Why did my stupid brother have to her involved with a jerk like that? Why couldn’t he just be like the brother I used to have?
Life was so much simpler then. He was at school, he cared about life, me and him were a lot closer and he was always the one looking out for me. Now I’m the one looking out for him. Making sure he would get home. Getting him out of jail when he would get arrested for being too drunk and disorderly and shit like that.

“Mikey, if you want I can take you to Frank’s. See if he got home okay” Syn told me snapping out of my thought.

“No, its okay. You gotta make sure your house doesn’t get trashed out.” I told him. And plus, he looked too drunk to drive.

“Well, okay. See ya Monday then?”
“Yeah Monday. See ya Brian.” I told him grabbing my car keys and coat and walked out to the car.


Frank’s POV

I kept walking to these voices I heard and found myself in this meat freezer. These voices got more and more stronger now. And these voices I heard didn’t sound good. I saw these 2 guys standing up with guns in their hands and a little skinny dude sittin’ in a chair and looked like he had the living shit kicked outta him. He had bruises and cuts all over his face. I then realised I needed to get the fuck outta here.

I silently ran to the door trying to open it but it wouldn’t move. Fuck! I’m locked in here and I could get myself fucking killed! I think maybe if I be really quiet, they’ll go and open the door so I can get myself the hell outta here and get home.

“So….where the fuck is my money Luigi?!!” I heard one of the guys scream and I saw the guy hit the dude sittin’ on the chair with his gun.

I started to feel really sick being around all this meat. I’m a vegetarian see. And the smell and look of being around all this dead animal was horrible. But it was either this or be killed. So I just held my stomach and kept quiet.

“Tony…I…I promise I’ll pay ya back! Thing have been tight! Please…don’t kill me!” This guy Luigi was crying and begging for his life. I felt for him.

Then I saw this Tony guy put a gun to Luigi’s head. And….BANG!!

All I saw was Luigi’s brains splattered everywhere. I was so fucking scared. I felt my heart racing and I was shaking. I just wanted to go home now. I didn’t care who took me home. I just wanted to go home.

The two guys walked away out the back outside and I was still. I couldn’t physically move. I looked at the guy’s body. There was blood everywhere. Flesh. I wanted to throw up. But I heard a car going further and further away and I ran outside from where those men walked out.

I felt dizzy nauseous, sick, everything bad I could feel I felt. I felt my blood wounds on my face dry up. Then I found myself puking. Then I blacked out completely on the cold wet concrete…

Mikey’s POV

I drove and drove until I found Frank’s house. I haven’t been to his house that much. He’s mostly been at my house but it’s understandable since his parents don’t accept who he is which is fucked up. I don’t understand why. Just because he’s gay doesn’t make Frank any less of their son! It’s who he is. And his parents are so fucked they just can’t accept that.

I got out the car and walked up to his front door. The lights were on thankfully. So Frank must be here so I rang the bell.

Some woman walked out. She didn’t look old. Just aged.

“Umm…may I help you boy?” She asked me.

“Yeah… I’m looking for Frank. Is he here?” I asked trying to sound polite. This felt kinda awkward.

“Sorry, he’s not here. He’s at a party…”

“Yeah, that’s the reason I’m here. There was a fight and Frank left and I thought he came here since he just left.” I told her the truth. So I’m guessing this is Frank’s mom.

“Well, he hasn’t been home.” She didn’t sound like she cared much about her son. I mean, I sure if any mother found out their son just left a party after he was beaten up they would at least asked if he was okay!

“Oh…okay. Bye.” I told her and walked away back to the car and drove off.


I drove until I found myself on this dead street. I didn’t see anyone, no cars, or nothing but seeing as it’s like 2am.

I got out the car and locked it shut and tried calling him again…and magic! I got through…

“If I cut off
your arms,
and cut off your legs.
Will you still love me?
Anyway?”

Misfits. FUCK! I spotted Frank out cold. Holy shit!

I put my cell in my pocket and took an attempt to carry Frank in the car. Luckily my arms could carry him and I put him on the back seat of the car and got in and drove off.

I drove and drove for like a mile till I found a hospital. Looked like a private hospital. But fuck it. He needs help!

I stopped outside the door were it said A&E, got out and grabbed Frank. Then I realised he was covered in puke but I didn’t care.

I picked him up and carried him into the doors and screamed out “HELP!” then I saw like, 6 doctors come by me. They took Frank away then took me into a room and gave me a shirt since I was covered in puke from Frank. I changed then was escorted to the waiting room and these two officers spoke to me.

“Sir, we need to ask you a few questions okay?” The first guy told me and sat on the chair. I nodded and looked at the wall.

“What’s yours and the boy’s name?”

“I’m Mikey Way, and the boy is my friend Frank.” I told them.

“Frank?”

“Sorry, Frank Iero.” I said.

“And would you mind telling me what happened son?” He said looking at me with a questioning look. What did he think I did this!?

“Well, we were at our friend’s party and there was a fight.” I told them and they were both writing this down. “And Frank was badly beaten up so that explains the cuts and bruises. Then he left the party. And I went looking for him and I called his cell phone. And I found him out cold on this dead street.”

They wrote everything down on their notepads. I told them everything from what I know. I didn’t mention any names of course. ‘Cause I knew that if the school found out that Brian invited kids from our school to his party, he could lose his job and I didn’t want him to get into trouble.

I sat there. Gazing at the window I saw Frank in. The only thing I had on my mind was Frank. I was so scared. He might have died out there and I felt it would have been all my fault.

“Mr Mikey Way?” I heard some guy’s voice and I turned around.

“Yeah, is Frank okay?”

“He’s okay for now. We’re keeping him in overnight just to give him the all clear.” The doc told me.

“Can I see him?”

“I’m afraid we can’t let you since you’re not family.” He told me trying to be understanding.

“But I’m his best friend! Please! His family don’t care!” I was getting really stressed out at this stage. All I wanted was to make sure he was okay.

“Well…fine okay. But if anyone asks, you’re his brother okay?”

“Fine. What ever. What doc are you anyway?” I asked him.

“I’m doctor Euringer.” He told me. Then I walked to Frank.



I walked in the room and saw Frank. He was pale. He had stitches in his cheek and face and bruises on his cheeks. I just sat there by his side.

 

(A/n: I'm so so so so so sorry I took sooo long to update! My internet went totally shit! Next update should be as soon as! I promise!)