outer limits ~frerard~

a touch, a kiss, a slash, a stab

The next night was little out of the ordinary, Gerard was yet again sneaking out to the cemetery, long after his parent had fallen asleep, the main difference was he wanted to find someone. The ,an from the previous night wouldn't have sparked much interest into anyone other than someone who would have called the police straight after the encounter, Gerard was not that person, he was interested in who the character is, little did gerard know he's the cat in the ever so infamous saying, and he's going to have to lose the fight.

After making his way back to the older part of the grave yard he began to walk around, whistling softly into the dark as the moon above him move across the sky, it was nearly 3 am when there was a voice.

"Heya ghoulie, waiting for someone?~" the voice was quiet, but with the silence around the 60 so acres of corporate own body soil it seemed as if he was yelling.

"Stop where you are, I-I'll call the cops" the courage from the day was gone as soon as it came, gerards search for something interesting was always an underlying task and people had told him one day it would get him killed, and yet again the human instinct to gtfo (get the fuck out) was strong

"I really didn't want to mark up that pretty little face you got, but it seems like you haven't learned your lesson~"

"I just came to talk, can you....not do that" gerard spoke again turning on his heel to find the source of the voice, only to see the man from then other night leaning on a near by tree

"To talk, does little ghoulie wanna be a shrink?" His voice mocked a childish tone, making someone normally sweet into something almost sadistic

"Please, my name is Gerard, I'd-I'd love to get to know you better than a knife" his attempt at a joke ended well earning a small laugh from the man

"Fine 'Gerard', I'll talk" he agreed, a small smile playing on his lips

"Thank you!" Gerard said, happier than he thought it would be, the man did try to kill him just under 24 hours ago

"So gerard what do you want to know?" The man asked, stepping out into the moonlight

"First off, your name would be nice..."

"You do know if you tell anyone I'll slit your throat" his voice changed to dead serious

"I'd prefer not to kill you quite honestly" he continues nonchalantly

"Y-yeah, I get that" gerard agreed, fear returning to him

"Well then, I'm Frank" he said, his voice oddly normal, nothing sadistic or mocking, nothing to hint at anything, it was genuine, it scared gerard more than any other façade the man, Frank, had.

"Nice to meet you, well not really but, you know, okay next one, why do you do this?" The second was more daring and pushed out than the first

There was a small laugh before an answer

"Honesty ghoulie, because of how good it feels, its better than drugs or sex, it makes you feel alive, and happy" he was grinning widely enough to compete with the Cheshire cat, fitting enough as gerard felt like Alice falling deeper into the rabbit hole.

"you don't have to kill just to be happy" gerard words flooded out his mouth before he could stop them

"Thats because you've never tried it darling"

"I don't want to, what's the point in hurting others for a short high of adrenaline" he dared his words and Frank with how he spoke, seeing how far he could push.

"I don't want you to, come on look at you, let me guess, you play trombone in band class, go to Sunday school and love star wars more than your imaginary girlfriend, you couldn't handle doing anything slightly bad" he pushed too

"Let me guess, daddy issues" he pushed to far, he realised this as he was pushed over a tombstone and directly onto his back, Frank holding a knife to his throat

"I've always kinda had a thing for last words, I feel like everyone should have one last statement or plead, but I think you talked to much in life" he paused quickly before picking back up "I guess I'll be nice, say what you want"

In a quick moment of both teenage hormones at the wrong time and hoping to shocking someone away a sentience stumbles out his mouth slowly.

"I've never had a hot guy on top of me before" Frank jumped off with an expression of both confusion and disgust on his face.

"Dude!?" He seemed offended with his voice

"Oh you're offended, I'm sorry I killed the mood, you were about to do the same to me" gerard stated as he pick himself up off the ground

"Do you have like a knife play kink? Is that why you said that?" He questioned, still looking confused

"Actually, no I don't, I just know how to shock people" he stated matter-o-fact'ly

"Jesus, can we just, get back to it" he shakes his head looking as if he was trying to forget it

"Oh so you want to be on top, cause I don't roll that way Frankie, sorry"

"STOP!" he yelled loudly, his voice echoing around them

"I'm just saying, although I definitely wouldn't mind it" he shrugged, smirking, knowing that he was annoying Frank

"Listen kid, just...don't" frank pressured

"Dont try to kill me then?"

"FINE!" he gave in, probably just not wanting gerard to keep talking

"Thank you, honestly, I think this is the start of a good friendship, said no one to a murderer"

"I hope not, you are so annoying"

"I'll see you around Frankie" gerard called out as he walked away feeling quite accomplished, leaving Frank dumbfounded and alone