Catch Me If I Ever Fall (Part 4/?)
Title: Chapter 4 Clamor
Author: Zory22
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Frank/Korse
Rating: NC17
Warning: Violence, drug use, language, character death, sex
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Jet and Kobra were on my heels, guns drawn as I shoved the door open.
Chapter 1 Chosen
Chapter 2 Empty
Chapter 3 Anneal
Chapter 4 Clamor
Gerard's POV
"That's not Ghoul." Those were the first words out of Kobra Kid's mouth as I slid into the booth across from him and Jet Star. Determination set a fire from my brother's eyes to the tick in jaw. When he was like this, it was hard to argue with him, usually.
"How can you say that? Of course it's him," I frowned, my bottom lip wrinkling under the top one. I wouldn't even believe Ghoul's mother saying it wasn't him, God rest her soul.
"That's not what I meant," he replied quickly, waving his hand frantically in front of him. "I meant that He isn't the Fun Ghoul that was sitting beside you yesterday. He's changed. “They," he emphasized with a snarl, "have done something to him. We should watch our backs until we figure out the damage and until we can get him back."
I couldn't argue, he had a point. It was Ghoul's face, his hair, his mouth, his body, but his eyes were different. Innocent, almost younger looking. His eyes held the joy and happiness of a kid that hadn't had to live through the death of his family and friends. His expression wasn't hardened by the years spent in self appointed exile.
My eyes had focused on the peeling paint of the table in front of me and when I finally looked up, Jet and Kobra were studying my reaction.
"You're right," I nodded. "It's him, but it's not. Something's not right here and we need to find out what it is." We had rushed too quickly under the assumption that Fun Ghoul still existed. Somewhere in his mind, I was sure we could find him. But Korse (I flinched at the thought of his name) was not someone to take for granted. He'd been after us for far too long to assume that Ghoul was one of us still.
"Be on your guard, we don't know what to expect," I warned, my eyes focusing on them as I ordered them to stay safe.
A loud thump coming from Ghoul's room vibrated off the wall, causing the rusty picture frames to fall from the perch. Jet and Kobra were on my heels, guns drawn as I shoved the door open. At first, there was no sign of our new charge, but upon scanning the room again, a pair of converse sneakers rose up from behind the bed.
"What the hell?" I muttered as "Frank" scrambled to his feet and ran back to the mirror.
"Holy Shit!" He exclaimed, his fingers running over the ink on his stomach, chest and forearms. I could barely understand the words leaving his mouth before he'd start a new sentence. I did however pick up on "When did I?", “Oh man that's" and the occasional "I always wanted that one." When he'd gone over the tattoos on his body at least a million times, he began pinching his skin.
"Either this is one really fucked up dream or I actually got these," he grinned from ear to ear before turning to us.
"Oh hey guys, I didn't see you," he muttered, his hand running up to what was left of his hair, a pink hue edging across his cheeks. I turned to the shocked look on Kid and Star's faces which I was sure mirrored my own. Slowly, I closed the door so "Frank" could compose himself.
"Okay," I nodded, my voice barely a whisper as I broke the stunned silence, "We'll start at the beginning and figure out what all he knows."
Author: Zory22
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Frank/Korse
Rating: NC17
Warning: Violence, drug use, language, character death, sex
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Jet and Kobra were on my heels, guns drawn as I shoved the door open.
Chapter 1 Chosen
Chapter 2 Empty
Chapter 3 Anneal
Chapter 4 Clamor
Gerard's POV
"That's not Ghoul." Those were the first words out of Kobra Kid's mouth as I slid into the booth across from him and Jet Star. Determination set a fire from my brother's eyes to the tick in jaw. When he was like this, it was hard to argue with him, usually.
"How can you say that? Of course it's him," I frowned, my bottom lip wrinkling under the top one. I wouldn't even believe Ghoul's mother saying it wasn't him, God rest her soul.
"That's not what I meant," he replied quickly, waving his hand frantically in front of him. "I meant that He isn't the Fun Ghoul that was sitting beside you yesterday. He's changed. “They," he emphasized with a snarl, "have done something to him. We should watch our backs until we figure out the damage and until we can get him back."
I couldn't argue, he had a point. It was Ghoul's face, his hair, his mouth, his body, but his eyes were different. Innocent, almost younger looking. His eyes held the joy and happiness of a kid that hadn't had to live through the death of his family and friends. His expression wasn't hardened by the years spent in self appointed exile.
My eyes had focused on the peeling paint of the table in front of me and when I finally looked up, Jet and Kobra were studying my reaction.
"You're right," I nodded. "It's him, but it's not. Something's not right here and we need to find out what it is." We had rushed too quickly under the assumption that Fun Ghoul still existed. Somewhere in his mind, I was sure we could find him. But Korse (I flinched at the thought of his name) was not someone to take for granted. He'd been after us for far too long to assume that Ghoul was one of us still.
"Be on your guard, we don't know what to expect," I warned, my eyes focusing on them as I ordered them to stay safe.
A loud thump coming from Ghoul's room vibrated off the wall, causing the rusty picture frames to fall from the perch. Jet and Kobra were on my heels, guns drawn as I shoved the door open. At first, there was no sign of our new charge, but upon scanning the room again, a pair of converse sneakers rose up from behind the bed.
"What the hell?" I muttered as "Frank" scrambled to his feet and ran back to the mirror.
"Holy Shit!" He exclaimed, his fingers running over the ink on his stomach, chest and forearms. I could barely understand the words leaving his mouth before he'd start a new sentence. I did however pick up on "When did I?", “Oh man that's" and the occasional "I always wanted that one." When he'd gone over the tattoos on his body at least a million times, he began pinching his skin.
"Either this is one really fucked up dream or I actually got these," he grinned from ear to ear before turning to us.
"Oh hey guys, I didn't see you," he muttered, his hand running up to what was left of his hair, a pink hue edging across his cheeks. I turned to the shocked look on Kid and Star's faces which I was sure mirrored my own. Slowly, I closed the door so "Frank" could compose himself.
"Okay," I nodded, my voice barely a whisper as I broke the stunned silence, "We'll start at the beginning and figure out what all he knows."