Double Life: 006.
Title: Double Life
Author: whocares10315
Prompt/Chapter: 006. Night.
Rating: R for explicit/disturbing content and language
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, others mentioned
Summary: Frank’s the new kid in school. He’s smart, cute and has a great sense of humor. His sarcasm and attitude make him interesting as well as the class ‘troublemaker,’ with the bad boy appeal. Gerard, an introverted yet proud and judgmental artist, is admittedly intrigued by the newcomer, but soon realizes there is much more to him than people are allowed to see…
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, but I’m not a quitter…
Authors Notes: A series, in order to challenge myself. Cameo appearances from other band(s) *P.S. Sorry for being absent for basically a year.*
My Prompt Table: Here.
- night -
“Fuck Prada!” the tall figure seemed to be shouting, clearly drunk out of his mind and explaining something nonsensical to the crowd behind him as he sauntered in. Gerard felt Frank walk past him and stand a bit in front of him as he did before.
Gerard, hating the feeling of being “protected,” shoved his way beside Frank and stood next to him, looking at him in defiance only to be surprised by the look of complete and utter fear in Frank’s eyes.
The man on the leash suddenly growled like the very dog he was being mocked into being and he made a leap at Gerard and Frank, barking violently and frothing at the mouth-Gerard couldn’t help but jump back-he had never seen something so disturbing in his life than that scrawny, stringy-haired man on a leash, in a torn shirt and shorts.
“Woah there, Pumpkin,” the tall figure cooed, snapping the leash back violently making the man choke. The crowd dissolved into a faint prattle as the tall man bent over and grabbed Frank’s chin, making him visibly flinch.
“Pannzy? S’that you?”
“Yes, it’s me,” Frank answered obediently, wincing at the closeness of the other. Gerard could imagine the husky, repulsive smell of alcohol curling into Frank’s nose as he watched, frozen in simple shock.
“’Ey, babe,” the tall man snickered, patting Frank’s cheek and pulling his hand away only to snap it back across Frank’s face so fast that Gerard could have blinked and missed it. The only indication that the tall man had struck Frank was the blood rushing into Frank’s cheek, and his left eye watering. Gerard knew from personal experience that those were not tears of pain or even humiliation-the force of the strike had been so powerful that it had evoked his tears as a natural reaction.
“-The hell are you bringin’ yer sluts around here for again, Pannzy?” the taller man slurred with a cruel smirk. “Didn’t I tell ya to stop that bullshit?”
“I’m sorry, Rev. It won’t happen again,” Frank replied, sounding surprisingly even and calm. Frank stared straight ahead, past the man that Gerard realized was “the Rev,” presumably his boss and the proprietor of the club.
“It best not,” he snarled, kicking the man on the leash, making him curl up and whimper like the abused dog he was treated as. “Cos this is the last time-Or is’ the Dog for you.” As if to emphasize his point, the Rev tugged at the leash harshly, making the curled up man sit up and growl, eyes bloodshot.
Jesus Christ, Gerard thought to himself as he cringed away from the Dog.
“I understand,” Frank replied with a small nod.
“’Member what happened to Steineckert?” the Rev asked, sickeningly casual.
Gerard felt Frank stiffen beside him and had to resist the urge to ask him what was wrong and wrap a friendly arm around him.
“Of course,” Frank managed to murmur, eyes boring into the opposite wall as everyone stared at him silently.
“And he was one of the lucky ones,” the Rev cooed before snickering and sighing. “A’right. Fun’s over. Movin’ along.” And with that, he had turned his back with his sick pet and devoted posse.
The suite was left quiet for a long while before Gerard finally broke it, feeling uncomfortable in the silence.
“Frank?”
Frank did not answer but simply moved his chin to show he was listening.
“What did that asshole mean? Who the hell’s Steineckert? And why the fuck was that dude on a fucking leash!” As the situation processed in Gerard’s mind, the more panicked and angry he felt.
“Branden Steineckert was a buddy I used to work with who pissed the Rev off,” Frank replied flatly, almost mechanically, as if he had vacated his own body to be left on autopilot. “The Rev cut him up and fed him to the Dog. That’s the dude you saw.”
Gerard blinked before stepping in front of Frank and narrowing his eyes.
“You’re not serious,” Gerard whispered, feeling like what Frank just said sounded like something from a horror movie.
Frank grabbed the front of Gerard’s shirt, hands shaking as he glared up at him and growled, “Do I look like I’m kiddin’ around?”
Gerard’s eyes flickered with some anxiety as he watched Frank who slowly removed his hands and moved away from Gerard, running a hand through his short hair.
“I should-“ Frank started before walking around Gerard and making for the door. “I should probably take you to that comic book store or better yet ho-“
“Wait a fucking minute!” Gerard intervened, walking over to Frank to close the door and stand in front of it with crossed arms and a defiant expression. “We’re not going anywhere till you fuckin’ tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I’m not gonna get a friend involved,” Frank replied firmly, trying to get to the door. “Not again. It was stupid to let you come here.”
“You’re about to lose a fucking friend in a second if you don’t tell me what’s going on around here,” Gerard scoffed coldly, making Frank make a face that seemed more recognizable to Gerard.
“Why do you have to be a bitchy little kid about everything?” Frank asked with a small sigh before throwing his hands up. “Fine, what do you wanna know, exactly?”
Gerard opened his mouth but had to pause and actually think about it for a second. What exactly did he want to ask? Why he worked for a psychopathic, abusive boss that had a man who thought he was a dog as a play thing? That seemed like a good one. But instead, Gerard asked,
“What are you doing in a place like this?”
Frank’s eyebrows knitted together, making him look deeply troubled as he teethed at his lip ring.
“Gerard, man,” he started, clearly hesitating. “I-the person I am in the day, isn’t the same as the one in the night.”
“I noticed,” Gerard replied with a coaxing tone, expecting more of an explanation.
“Gee,” Frank said almost tenderly, making Gerard swallow tightly. “I’m not a good, average 18-year-old kid at night.” Frank shrugged at Gerard’s confused expression.
“I am a bad person.”
~*Love? Hate? Undecided? Let me know! XO Thanks for reading.*~
Author: whocares10315
Prompt/Chapter: 006. Night.
Rating: R for explicit/disturbing content and language
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, others mentioned
Summary: Frank’s the new kid in school. He’s smart, cute and has a great sense of humor. His sarcasm and attitude make him interesting as well as the class ‘troublemaker,’ with the bad boy appeal. Gerard, an introverted yet proud and judgmental artist, is admittedly intrigued by the newcomer, but soon realizes there is much more to him than people are allowed to see…
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, but I’m not a quitter…
Authors Notes: A series, in order to challenge myself. Cameo appearances from other band(s) *P.S. Sorry for being absent for basically a year.*
My Prompt Table: Here.
- night -
“Fuck Prada!” the tall figure seemed to be shouting, clearly drunk out of his mind and explaining something nonsensical to the crowd behind him as he sauntered in. Gerard felt Frank walk past him and stand a bit in front of him as he did before.
Gerard, hating the feeling of being “protected,” shoved his way beside Frank and stood next to him, looking at him in defiance only to be surprised by the look of complete and utter fear in Frank’s eyes.
The man on the leash suddenly growled like the very dog he was being mocked into being and he made a leap at Gerard and Frank, barking violently and frothing at the mouth-Gerard couldn’t help but jump back-he had never seen something so disturbing in his life than that scrawny, stringy-haired man on a leash, in a torn shirt and shorts.
“Woah there, Pumpkin,” the tall figure cooed, snapping the leash back violently making the man choke. The crowd dissolved into a faint prattle as the tall man bent over and grabbed Frank’s chin, making him visibly flinch.
“Pannzy? S’that you?”
“Yes, it’s me,” Frank answered obediently, wincing at the closeness of the other. Gerard could imagine the husky, repulsive smell of alcohol curling into Frank’s nose as he watched, frozen in simple shock.
“’Ey, babe,” the tall man snickered, patting Frank’s cheek and pulling his hand away only to snap it back across Frank’s face so fast that Gerard could have blinked and missed it. The only indication that the tall man had struck Frank was the blood rushing into Frank’s cheek, and his left eye watering. Gerard knew from personal experience that those were not tears of pain or even humiliation-the force of the strike had been so powerful that it had evoked his tears as a natural reaction.
“-The hell are you bringin’ yer sluts around here for again, Pannzy?” the taller man slurred with a cruel smirk. “Didn’t I tell ya to stop that bullshit?”
“I’m sorry, Rev. It won’t happen again,” Frank replied, sounding surprisingly even and calm. Frank stared straight ahead, past the man that Gerard realized was “the Rev,” presumably his boss and the proprietor of the club.
“It best not,” he snarled, kicking the man on the leash, making him curl up and whimper like the abused dog he was treated as. “Cos this is the last time-Or is’ the Dog for you.” As if to emphasize his point, the Rev tugged at the leash harshly, making the curled up man sit up and growl, eyes bloodshot.
Jesus Christ, Gerard thought to himself as he cringed away from the Dog.
“I understand,” Frank replied with a small nod.
“’Member what happened to Steineckert?” the Rev asked, sickeningly casual.
Gerard felt Frank stiffen beside him and had to resist the urge to ask him what was wrong and wrap a friendly arm around him.
“Of course,” Frank managed to murmur, eyes boring into the opposite wall as everyone stared at him silently.
“And he was one of the lucky ones,” the Rev cooed before snickering and sighing. “A’right. Fun’s over. Movin’ along.” And with that, he had turned his back with his sick pet and devoted posse.
The suite was left quiet for a long while before Gerard finally broke it, feeling uncomfortable in the silence.
“Frank?”
Frank did not answer but simply moved his chin to show he was listening.
“What did that asshole mean? Who the hell’s Steineckert? And why the fuck was that dude on a fucking leash!” As the situation processed in Gerard’s mind, the more panicked and angry he felt.
“Branden Steineckert was a buddy I used to work with who pissed the Rev off,” Frank replied flatly, almost mechanically, as if he had vacated his own body to be left on autopilot. “The Rev cut him up and fed him to the Dog. That’s the dude you saw.”
Gerard blinked before stepping in front of Frank and narrowing his eyes.
“You’re not serious,” Gerard whispered, feeling like what Frank just said sounded like something from a horror movie.
Frank grabbed the front of Gerard’s shirt, hands shaking as he glared up at him and growled, “Do I look like I’m kiddin’ around?”
Gerard’s eyes flickered with some anxiety as he watched Frank who slowly removed his hands and moved away from Gerard, running a hand through his short hair.
“I should-“ Frank started before walking around Gerard and making for the door. “I should probably take you to that comic book store or better yet ho-“
“Wait a fucking minute!” Gerard intervened, walking over to Frank to close the door and stand in front of it with crossed arms and a defiant expression. “We’re not going anywhere till you fuckin’ tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I’m not gonna get a friend involved,” Frank replied firmly, trying to get to the door. “Not again. It was stupid to let you come here.”
“You’re about to lose a fucking friend in a second if you don’t tell me what’s going on around here,” Gerard scoffed coldly, making Frank make a face that seemed more recognizable to Gerard.
“Why do you have to be a bitchy little kid about everything?” Frank asked with a small sigh before throwing his hands up. “Fine, what do you wanna know, exactly?”
Gerard opened his mouth but had to pause and actually think about it for a second. What exactly did he want to ask? Why he worked for a psychopathic, abusive boss that had a man who thought he was a dog as a play thing? That seemed like a good one. But instead, Gerard asked,
“What are you doing in a place like this?”
Frank’s eyebrows knitted together, making him look deeply troubled as he teethed at his lip ring.
“Gerard, man,” he started, clearly hesitating. “I-the person I am in the day, isn’t the same as the one in the night.”
“I noticed,” Gerard replied with a coaxing tone, expecting more of an explanation.
“Gee,” Frank said almost tenderly, making Gerard swallow tightly. “I’m not a good, average 18-year-old kid at night.” Frank shrugged at Gerard’s confused expression.
“I am a bad person.”
~*Love? Hate? Undecided? Let me know! XO Thanks for reading.*~