Frank Iero was like any other man who had succeeded in life, only so full of life and love. He became close to those he was with and became farther away from those who weren't always there. For instance; his wife. It seemed to him that life could go on without her, however life could not go on without one certain band mate. You see Frank was the guitarist for a certain band that had become vey close during the years they spent on the road.

My Chemical Romance.

And in their close proximity he fell in love. He didn't mean to and he even refused to believe his own heart and marry the girl of some other guys dreams. She was amazing, supportive and even helped with his ambitions. But this band mate? He was extraordinary. He created the ideas of saving the world, he set up and put out ideas and suggestions to save millions. He did save millions. And that's what this was all about.

Frank only thought about looking up to this man as his hero, and the man he idled and held tight. But that's were it became even harder. He wanted to hold this man, tell him what he has done to save the world and millions of young teens. To explain the essence of his being, every perfect feature of his flawless face and body. He wanted to love and show this man love like no woman ever could.

It had been three years since this feeling was accepted and taken into the box of secrets that Frank had kept deep down. Three years of watching and waiting for him to dump his latest girlfriend into the ditch. However when that day didn't come he began to worry.

Lines of a loved feeling gone wrong etched into his forehead. Plans mislead and a life so wanted fell missing. Large blue rings around his eyes showed everyone that something was not right.

A certain cornering from Mikey sent Frank over the edge.

"I think I love him Mikey!...He... he's just so wonderful and I just can't give up now...Its not over...right?" Frank had gathered himself into a small ball on the floor of his dressing room. Mikey walked over and wrapped his arms around him, he wanted to help the younger man so much, it was hard for Mikey to hold back his tears.

"I know...I think you should talk to him." Frank's head shot up.

"Are you crazy?"

"No...I'm not. I think you should tell him before he does something drastic, like asking for marriage." The two said nothing while Frank pondered over his options.

Mikey was the smartest person to talk to about this, he was in fact Frank's obsession's brother. This meant that he knew the most about his brother's feelings. He had to get there before the newest bitch was offered a life time with the most perfect man one could ask for.

"Okay. I'll go now." Frank stood up and wiped off the last tear he would lose over Gerard.

Gerard.

That name was perfect even in his mind. It rolled over other thoughts and placed itself in front of everything. A smile presented itself onto Frank's face and he knew what he had to do.

He skipped lightly down the hallway, whipping away old tears, until he ran into Ray near the water jug.

"Toro, where's Gerard?" Frank asked without stopping but just slowing down and hoping in place.

"Bus, dude, off the caffeine for the night, ya?" Frank grinned.

"Thanks, and sure thing!" Frank hopped back around and started on his way to the bus. Upon nearing it, after dodging quite a few fans on the way, he sensed something odd about the vehicle. It was tall and long, its shiny exterior always gave it an off-limits feel to keep away wandering fans. However tonight it seemed to want to keep Frank away. The short man shook away the feeling and jumped in front of the door. He knocked to be polite, who knows if Gerard had brought his latest lover in there for a little fun on the couch?

He waited a couple moments and when nothing came he opened the door, peaking inside. A wide grin showered his face when he realized that Gerard was alone and just resting.

"Gerard?" It was dark, and it was for the better; however frank did not know what lay beneath the darkness so he clicked on the light and allowed light to flow over everything.

It was a mess.

His grin immediately slid off his face.

The whole living area and kitchen that was combined was a disaster. Items were thrown everywhere; nothing seemed to have escaped the tornado that had probably gone through there. However that was not what had caught his eye the most, the fact that almost ever square inch of the bus was simply covered in red, deep crimson red. If Frank had wanted he could of ignored it and walked back out but the distinct smell of alcohol and blood filled his nose, the sight of red showered his sight, the taste of metallic blood and salty tears drowned him. But what was most confusing was that the more he stood there he couldn't for the life of him figure out why he heard screaming.

He dropped to his knees and balled his hair in his hands. His eyes scanned over everything, looking for anything that was not covered in the now drying blood. But nothing popped out. In fact, it was to overwhelming for Frank.

Where was Gerard? This could possibly be... Was it Gerard? No...it couldn't be. There was way too much blood for it to be his. Because Gerard couldn't possible be dead. Could he?

Thoughts of Gerard's death overcame Frank's consciousness and the screams ringing in his ears became louder. This time they were accompanied with 'no', 'i love you', and 'please oh god no'. He wasn't sure but he defiantly recognised the voice.

Thoughts were racing and nothing seemed to slow down. His heart was pounding as he finally saw what was happening. Gerard's blood was coving the walls of the bus.

Gerard's black parade uniform was ripped up and bloodied on the floor.

Gerard's complicated scrawl was written on the small piece of paper on the floor in front of him. Wait. Paper?

It was still covered in blood like everything else, but there were finger prints on it, with messy writing that said Damn, I love you.in black ink. A small G in the corner adorned with a slightly broken heart.

Frank grabbed it close and bent down so he was sitting on his knees with his head wresting on the bloody floor, arms wrapped under him. The note safely pressed against his chest from other damage.

---End Chapter 1---

He didn't know what it meant in fact he didn't know what any of this meant. Surely this was enough blood to kill. How could Frank possibly wait for Gerard? To die?

No. Whatever it did mean he didn't want to know, because he knew it was no good finding out. He just left it at that Gerard had written it before he was brutally stabbed and ripped apart before carted out of the bus. Images of Gerard's pale dead body overcame Frank and he sunk even lower into himself, the screaming becoming louder and louder.

If it weren't for the slapping of feet on stairs and concrete and the slamming of the door against the wall Frank would of never realized the screaming was his own. Ray was immediately by his side while Mikey and Bob watched in horror what surrounded them.

"Frank calm...stop screaming. SOME ONE GIVE US SOME FUCKING HELP! Frank what happened?" Frank just shook his head, trying to get into a calmer stage, going back to goo times.

"Ray, lets get him out of here...look at his face." Bob noticed the pale face and the confused glaze to Frank's eyes. The hollow of his soul and heart becoming deeper and deeper as Frank was exposed to the blood red once again. Frank's eyes were wide in shock as ray picked him up bride style to get him off.

"Hey guys, did you figure what was – oh my god. Frank?!? Where's Gerard!?!" Mikey stepped into the bus but froze on the top step.

"Mikey...I'm so sorry...I think...I think the bloods Gerard's." Mikey paled and turned his head quickly before spewing his stomach contents onto the concrete below the steps of the bus.

"Ray, get Frank somewhere safe. I'll get Mikey to safety." Ray nodded and carried Frank to a car. As he set Frank down on the edge of the door of the back seat Frank trembled and tears ran down his face.

"It's okay Frank. I know this is hard but we're going to have to move on. We-", silent tears ran down Ray's cheeks in memory of his best friend came to mind. However he held in the sobs as he tried to stay strong for Frank. He was in much worse of a condition. " have to stay strong for Gerard. He would want that."

Frank looked in Ray's eye a new childish look in them. This confused Ray a lot, I mean Frank was just exposed to the most horrifying thing he could ever see in any horror movie in real life. However now Frank looked like he had no idea who he was, or what he was talking about.

"Gewawd? Can Fwankie be Sooperman strong!?!" He raised his eye level and picked himself up from the car and hopped onto the ground. "I wanna be sooperman!!"

Nothing was going through Ray's mind, yet everything was.

What was happening with Frank? What was he doing? Or even saying?

The ring of ambulances shrill sirens echoed in the distance. As they came closer Frank gave a disgusted look and covered his ears with his hands in a childish way.

"Make it stop! It hurt my ears!" Ray said nothing but gathered the smaller man in his arms held him close.

"Everything will be okay...everything...will be okay..." The taller man spotted Bob walking slightly awkward with Mikey struggling in his arms.

"Let me go Bob!" he was pounding on the stronger man's chest as he cried and screamed to be let free.

When they arrived to where Ray and Frank were Bob let Mikey down next to Frank.

"Hi! I'm Fwank, but u can call me Fwankie, you cute! What's your name?" Frank grabbed Mikey's hand and then pulled him into a hug.

"Umm..Mikey..."

"What's with him?" Ray just shook his head and looked over to Bob. They seemed to be the only strong ones in this situation.

"Want my guess?"

"I want anything I can get." Ray nodded.

"I think...I think it was too much for Frank to handle. When he tried to go to better times or calm down his brain broke down. I think He's stuck as a five year old. I...I think..."

"He was in love with Gerard." Mikey cut in. "He told me before that he was going to go and tell Gerard about his feelings and walk in on..." Mikey gulped down a sob. " Gerard, what the fuck have you done..." The tall man dropped to his knees and let out all his pent up crying. Frank just looked scared and dropped too.

"Mikey! Don't cwy! It will be okay! Fwankie will make things better, would you like a stick? I'll go get you a stick! My mommy always said that when someone is crying you should make them feel better and that way they will be my fwiend! Please don' cwy Mikey..." Frank started to cry too.

---End Chapter 2---

Hey every one. This is my second Ferard(Frerard) I have written and I hope you like it just as much on here as people on Mibba did =]

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-Meggy