Fic: "Kill All Your Friends"
POINT OF VIEW CHANGE!!! From Frank's perspective now!
Title: "Kill All Your Friends"
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story and none of this really happened, etc.
POV: Frank's
Chapter 7
The rain fell rather harshly outside as I stared up at my bedroom ceiling. Nothing could make me go to sleep tonight. All I could think about was Gerard Way. We’d spent the last several nights hanging out at his house. Come to think of it, I doubt we’d done anything but that every afternoon for a month. Well, except for when we saw the Nightmare on Elm Street remake last weekend, but that was basically it. Now, all of the sudden, he tells me he can’t hang out with me this evening.
It wasn’t like he’d ditched me or anything. We hadn’t really agreed to spend every evening together, and it was probably selfish of me to think he didn’t have other friends besides me. There I was, being a total asshole again. First, I ditch him. Then, when I finally work up the nerve to apologize, I assume he has nothing better to do than hang out with me every evening. Stupid.
After sitting in bed for fifteen minutes, I grabbed my phone off of my dresser. The screen said 9:45. Not too late to be calling someone on a Saturday night, right? I went through my contacts list, stopping on Mikey Way. I called his cell, not wanting to get Gerard at their house number by accident and seem completely desperate.
After two rings Mikey picked up the phone. “Hello? Gee?” He sounded urgent and I guessed he’d been waiting for Gerard to call and hadn’t checked the caller id.
“No. No, It’s me, Mikey. What’s up?” I asked, trying to keep my questioning casual.
Mikey remained silent for a moment before replying. “Frank, have you heard from Gerard recently?” He seemed relaxed now, but I couldn’t forget how he’d sounded when he first answered the phone.
“No. Mikey, what’s wrong?” I got straight to the point. After all, Gee clearly didn’t always make the healthiest decisions… I thought back to Jared and shuddered. “Where’s Gerard?”
He was silent again. I got out of bed and shoved my shoes on, still waiting for Mikey to reply. I had no idea what I was doing, but I had to do something. Finally, Mikey replied. “I don’t know. He left at 6. He said he’d be home by 8, but he isn’t. And I keep calling his cell, but he won’t pick up and… and I’m worried, Frank.” He sounded so young then. It worried me even more.
“I’ll be right over.” I clicked the phone shut and sprinted out the door, ignoring the chilling rain falling on my face and shoulders. I passed several shops and bars on the way there, many of which didn’t look very friendly. One stuck out in particular. The bar Gerard and I used to sneak into in our freshman year. I found myself drawn towards it. I stopped in front of the door and quickly called Mikey back. He answered rather quickly again, but it seemed he’d checked the caller id this time. “Frank! Did you find him?”
“Um, no. But I have an idea. Does Gerard ever go to that old bar between our houses? You know, the one with the young bartender that we used to sneak into?” I felt my foot tap in impatience and tried to calm myself down. He probably didn’t even go there anymore. I was probably just wasting my time.
“Yeah, I think so. Why?” I felt my jaw fall open at Mikey’s reply. He did still go here? I entered the bar quickly, determined to confirm my suspicions. “I’ll call you back in a minute, Mikey.” I clicked the phone shut again and slipped it into my back pocket, approaching the bar and sitting at the closest seat. The bartender noticed me immediately.
“Hey, aren’t you that kid that used to sneak in here with Gerard? ‘You one of his friends?” The bartender smiled kindly.
“Uh, yeah. We’re… we’re close.” I tried to remember the bartender’s name. Bob, was it?
“Hey, aren’t you a little young to be in here?” He smirked at me, like he’d seen it all before.
I shook off his comment, intent on my question. “Have you seen Gerard tonight?”
“What’s he done now?” Bob asked humorlessly. “I saw him a couple of hours ago. Ordered a drink, then I suspect he left after that. Told me he wouldn’t be comin’ back anymore, so I guess he left.” Bob shrugged, then asked if I wanted a drink or something. I shook my head then thanked him. So he had been here. But where was he now? I scanned the room quickly, then turned and exited through the back door.
The alley was fairly wide, though the rain had given it a gloomy, narrow look. I started towards the opening, hurrying to get out of there. That’s when I saw him. Gerard. He was across the alley, unmoving and lying near the wall, and I hoped beyond anything that he was only unconscious and not…
I ran over and placed two fingers to the side of his neck. A pulse. I sighed in relief, relief that quickly faded and was replaced by anger. I’d kill them. This wasn’t going to happen anymore, I’d promised Gerard that I’d never let anything hurt him again. And I’d failed. I hated everything; the world for destroying everything, Gerard for letting someone hurt him again, myself for hating Gerard AND for lying. Let’s not forget about that.
I tried to stay calm, focusing entirely on getting Gerard back home. I bent down to pick him up and was surprised to find that I actually could, though I doubted I’d be able to for long anyway. I struggled to cradle Gerard in my arms, eventually succeeding and hurrying out of the alley and down the street, ignoring the looks I was getting from everyone around me.
I finally got to the Way house and kicked at the door. Mikey opened it almost immediately and I carried Gerard in, laying his unconscious body on the sofa before turning to Mikey.
“Thank god. Where did you find him?” Mikey visibly relaxed when I’d brought Gerard in.
“Alley behind the bar.” I frowned and found the anger start to boil up inside of me. Mikey seemed to notice, and put a soothing hand on my shoulder.
“Did he over drink again?” Mikey asked calmly.
“I don’t smell any alcohol. Bob said he had one drink, then left.” I couldn’t stop looking at Gerard. Why did the world always have to target him? Why not me? At least I deserved it, but Gerard didn’t deserve any of this shit. My eyes traced over his face, which seemed a peaceful contrast to the bruise on his cheek and his crumpled position. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep now, so I sat in a chair next to the sofa and leaned my head back, clearing my head. Mikey said I could stay, eventually going up to his own room for the night.
When I heard his door close, I got up and carried Gerard down to his room, laying him carefully on the bed and taking a spot on the couch in his room, ready for a long night without any sleep.
Title: "Kill All Your Friends"
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story and none of this really happened, etc.
POV: Frank's
Chapter 7
The rain fell rather harshly outside as I stared up at my bedroom ceiling. Nothing could make me go to sleep tonight. All I could think about was Gerard Way. We’d spent the last several nights hanging out at his house. Come to think of it, I doubt we’d done anything but that every afternoon for a month. Well, except for when we saw the Nightmare on Elm Street remake last weekend, but that was basically it. Now, all of the sudden, he tells me he can’t hang out with me this evening.
It wasn’t like he’d ditched me or anything. We hadn’t really agreed to spend every evening together, and it was probably selfish of me to think he didn’t have other friends besides me. There I was, being a total asshole again. First, I ditch him. Then, when I finally work up the nerve to apologize, I assume he has nothing better to do than hang out with me every evening. Stupid.
After sitting in bed for fifteen minutes, I grabbed my phone off of my dresser. The screen said 9:45. Not too late to be calling someone on a Saturday night, right? I went through my contacts list, stopping on Mikey Way. I called his cell, not wanting to get Gerard at their house number by accident and seem completely desperate.
After two rings Mikey picked up the phone. “Hello? Gee?” He sounded urgent and I guessed he’d been waiting for Gerard to call and hadn’t checked the caller id.
“No. No, It’s me, Mikey. What’s up?” I asked, trying to keep my questioning casual.
Mikey remained silent for a moment before replying. “Frank, have you heard from Gerard recently?” He seemed relaxed now, but I couldn’t forget how he’d sounded when he first answered the phone.
“No. Mikey, what’s wrong?” I got straight to the point. After all, Gee clearly didn’t always make the healthiest decisions… I thought back to Jared and shuddered. “Where’s Gerard?”
He was silent again. I got out of bed and shoved my shoes on, still waiting for Mikey to reply. I had no idea what I was doing, but I had to do something. Finally, Mikey replied. “I don’t know. He left at 6. He said he’d be home by 8, but he isn’t. And I keep calling his cell, but he won’t pick up and… and I’m worried, Frank.” He sounded so young then. It worried me even more.
“I’ll be right over.” I clicked the phone shut and sprinted out the door, ignoring the chilling rain falling on my face and shoulders. I passed several shops and bars on the way there, many of which didn’t look very friendly. One stuck out in particular. The bar Gerard and I used to sneak into in our freshman year. I found myself drawn towards it. I stopped in front of the door and quickly called Mikey back. He answered rather quickly again, but it seemed he’d checked the caller id this time. “Frank! Did you find him?”
“Um, no. But I have an idea. Does Gerard ever go to that old bar between our houses? You know, the one with the young bartender that we used to sneak into?” I felt my foot tap in impatience and tried to calm myself down. He probably didn’t even go there anymore. I was probably just wasting my time.
“Yeah, I think so. Why?” I felt my jaw fall open at Mikey’s reply. He did still go here? I entered the bar quickly, determined to confirm my suspicions. “I’ll call you back in a minute, Mikey.” I clicked the phone shut again and slipped it into my back pocket, approaching the bar and sitting at the closest seat. The bartender noticed me immediately.
“Hey, aren’t you that kid that used to sneak in here with Gerard? ‘You one of his friends?” The bartender smiled kindly.
“Uh, yeah. We’re… we’re close.” I tried to remember the bartender’s name. Bob, was it?
“Hey, aren’t you a little young to be in here?” He smirked at me, like he’d seen it all before.
I shook off his comment, intent on my question. “Have you seen Gerard tonight?”
“What’s he done now?” Bob asked humorlessly. “I saw him a couple of hours ago. Ordered a drink, then I suspect he left after that. Told me he wouldn’t be comin’ back anymore, so I guess he left.” Bob shrugged, then asked if I wanted a drink or something. I shook my head then thanked him. So he had been here. But where was he now? I scanned the room quickly, then turned and exited through the back door.
The alley was fairly wide, though the rain had given it a gloomy, narrow look. I started towards the opening, hurrying to get out of there. That’s when I saw him. Gerard. He was across the alley, unmoving and lying near the wall, and I hoped beyond anything that he was only unconscious and not…
I ran over and placed two fingers to the side of his neck. A pulse. I sighed in relief, relief that quickly faded and was replaced by anger. I’d kill them. This wasn’t going to happen anymore, I’d promised Gerard that I’d never let anything hurt him again. And I’d failed. I hated everything; the world for destroying everything, Gerard for letting someone hurt him again, myself for hating Gerard AND for lying. Let’s not forget about that.
I tried to stay calm, focusing entirely on getting Gerard back home. I bent down to pick him up and was surprised to find that I actually could, though I doubted I’d be able to for long anyway. I struggled to cradle Gerard in my arms, eventually succeeding and hurrying out of the alley and down the street, ignoring the looks I was getting from everyone around me.
I finally got to the Way house and kicked at the door. Mikey opened it almost immediately and I carried Gerard in, laying his unconscious body on the sofa before turning to Mikey.
“Thank god. Where did you find him?” Mikey visibly relaxed when I’d brought Gerard in.
“Alley behind the bar.” I frowned and found the anger start to boil up inside of me. Mikey seemed to notice, and put a soothing hand on my shoulder.
“Did he over drink again?” Mikey asked calmly.
“I don’t smell any alcohol. Bob said he had one drink, then left.” I couldn’t stop looking at Gerard. Why did the world always have to target him? Why not me? At least I deserved it, but Gerard didn’t deserve any of this shit. My eyes traced over his face, which seemed a peaceful contrast to the bruise on his cheek and his crumpled position. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep now, so I sat in a chair next to the sofa and leaned my head back, clearing my head. Mikey said I could stay, eventually going up to his own room for the night.
When I heard his door close, I got up and carried Gerard down to his room, laying him carefully on the bed and taking a spot on the couch in his room, ready for a long night without any sleep.