Frerard; Murder Scene

Two

Gerard woke up the next morning in a peaceful silence.

Odd.

He quickly got out of bed, pulled on sweatpants and a kept his top half bare, before he ran to his basement.

"Oh hell no you don't..." He said when he saw the bloody dude try to unlock the chains with something that looked like a bobby pin.

"No! Please, just let me go..." The man begged Gerard once he took away the bobby pin. The black haired man looked at the bloody man with a frown.

"No." He stated simply, making the other man sob.

"I'll-I'll do anything, please..." The man got on his knees and folded his hands together, looking up at Gerard.

"I don't have anything for you to do." Gerard sat on the chair.

"N-nothing?"

"Nope." Gerard said, popping the 'p' and smiled.

"Then can you just- can you just kill me?" He asked quietly, making Gerard raise his eyebrows.

"You want to die?" The black haired man asked the other, who just nodded. "Why?"

"I-I have nothing anymore..." He said quietly.

"I have nothing." Gerard suddenly said and the other man looked at him, confused. "I have nothing, but you don't see me wanting to die."

"You're just- you're just gonna keep torturing me until I do die, so why don't you just end it now?"

"Because," Gerard smirked. "I like seeing you in pain." He got up from his chair and walked to the table that had the blow torch.

"No... Please!" The man begged, trying to move away from Gerard. The twenty-four year old's lips still held onto that smirk as he turned on the torch and brought it to the man's face, making him let out a blood curdling scream.

By the time Gerard was done with him, his face was blistered up and some had blood gushing out of them. Gerard also burnt off his eyebrows and eyelashes, making him look even more ugly.

"Oooh!" Gerard cheered. "I have an idea!"

He quickly ran upstairs to his garage, gathered a five gallon bucket, ran back into his house to his bathroom and turned on the bathtub faucet, making it scorching hot. He put the bucket under the faucet and impatiently waited for it to get full. But after it was full of steaming water, he turned off the faucet, and carefully brought the bucket downstairs.

Gerard thanked whatever gods were up there that there was a drain built in the floor so he doesn't have to clean up much of the blood and water. He dumped the blistering, hot water on the guy, making him scream like hell. His yells got to be quiet, and that's when Gerard knew he was dead.

It was too much for the guy to take. Too bad the death wasn't a quick one. Gerard put everything back in their places, but left the guy there until he was ready to bring him out.

The black haired man looked outside and sighed.

"Why am I so awesome?" He asked himself and sat on his couch. Gerard watched TV- which was unusual- for a little bit before he decided to get dressed. He walked to his room and looked through his closet.

"What to wear, what to wear?" He muttered to himself. Gerard found a plain pair of black jeans and pulled them on before he got a white dress shirt with a black vest and pulled those on too. He kept the white shirt sleeves rolled down, and he put on his black trench coat.

It was getting a little dark out, but it wasn't that dark out. He needed to wait at least an hour and a half until he could dump the body without making himself look suspicious.