sooooo first story, its short... but its just the begining soooo deal:)

and the disclaimer thing... these charecters are just people(ish) who happen to have the same names, charecteristics, and personalities as the 5 beautiful boys(if you get that refrence cuppy cake for you) from My Chemical Romance. i dont own those lovely guys(damn...) and never will cause thats a moral thing (damn ethics...). when im bored as fuck(brownies for the ones who get that refrence) i write, so here you are...

hope u like it XD
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My eyes fluttered open allowing the flickering artificial light to slap me in the face. I blinked a few times and attempted to roll out of bed... I couldn't move my arms. I struggled again... I couldn't move my legs. I looked myself over and found myself upside down and tied up with satiny red fabric... weird. I pulled aginst the restraints, they didn't give...at all. Damn.

I looked around the room; it was dark except for a floresent light coming from an exspensive looking lamp in the corner. It flickered... it was really fucking annoying. I scanned the rest of the room and saw that it was painted dark grey with a bed in the far corner. Besides the little twin bed and the spaztastic lamp, the room was furniture-less. I looked down at the floor below me and saw an ugly red and black rug(it matched the bed). It was blood-stained. I let out the most pathetic whimper that ,at any other time, I will deny coming from my mouth. My fear intensified and I thrashed around in my restraints one last time... as I've come to learn, fancy smanchy satin fabric is fucking resilient! You can beat the shit out of it and its like," Is that seriously all you've got... pathetic." When I accepted defeat, I yelled for a while. After my voice started to get hoarse, it occured to me that it wasnt the best idea to tell whoever had me locked up in this Hellhole I was awake.

I let my body fall back where it had originally been hanging and closed my eyes; I could feel myself swaying slightly. "Well fffuuuuck," I mumbled to myself.

Just as I started to think the day couldn't possibly get any fucking worse, I heard the damn door creak as it opened.

My eyes shot open to see a tall dark figure edging closer to me. On any other day I would have thought he looked cool or even like someone I'd hang out with, but dangaling from that ceiling he looked terrifying.

I told myself that getting info outta the fucker was better than being afraid of him, so I cleared my throat and spoke up,"Were the fuck am I?"

"My house," the dark figure answered plainly. I could see his glimmering dark eyes in the dim floresent light of the room as he continued forward. His eyes were oddly beautiful but in a dangerous way. The cold eyes were locked on me like a lion eyeing his pray. I was his pray; his vunrable pray which was hanging from a ceiling, in his basement, tied up, practically with an apple in my mouth. Breaking the eye contact I looked over the rest of his features. He had dark medium length hair, incredibly pale skin, and lips that twitched up at one corner when he smiled, no, grinned at me. He was a pretty attractive man and I hated to admit it. After all he did abduct me and tie me up in his basement.

"WHY THE HELL AM I IN YOUR HOUSE?" I asked disgustedly after I managed to break my attention from his face. I was staring a bit. I twisted around in my restraints with new found energy. Sure he could kill/torture/do whatever he wanted to me, but not without me fighting back! I'm from Jersey bitch! I don't take no shit!

"I think your a nice addition to our group, Frankie," with that he stopped inches away from me. He looked almost sad as he leaned forward. He opened his mouth and bit my neck.

'Holy fucking shit!' I thought.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! YOU... YOU JUST ...YOU..." I screamed. I was eversoslightly at a loss for words because of current events.

"Bit you? Yeah I did... sorry about that Frank," he said nonchalantly as if he'd just bumped into me instead of biting my fucking neck.

"WHY?" I screeetched again.

"I'm sorry Frankie," I barely heard him say. It was echoey. Like there was a bubble around my head and only bits of sound could get in. I watched him as my vision started to go. He walked over to the exspensive lamp with the flickering light and turned it off before walking out of the door.

That's when everything got strange. And when I say strange I'm not talking about weed, Skittles, and several cases of Monster brand of strange (I've been there); I'm talking about not being in control of your body(which twitched awkwardly... not good I'm guessing)and not being able to form words (also not the most ideal thing), ultimantly stuck inside my own head. Which at the time was filled with ultra-bright colors and a sense of paranoia(BAD paranoia). All i could be sure of was everything around me was either terrifying, unimaginable, or unimaginably terrifying and everything inside my fucked up little head was twice as bad.

Then, because I'm just that lucky(lucky that whatever higher power out there hated me), I felt my heart flutter. I let out a hoarse scream just as pain shot through my left arm. I schreeched again as I felt the pain ease and my exausted heart stop. Slowly and painfully I felt myself fade into sleep one last time as I drifted off into one last dream.

~ AN!

NO THIS IS NOT A ONE SHOT!(as long as you review)
teehe im evil i know if yall give me hmmmm 3 reviews ill write the rest of the story(several chapters). i know yall want to know who the man in the room was(the one that enjoyed biting people) and how frank got in basement in the first place and how the mystery creeper knew franks name and all the other cliffhangers(way worse than the ones in this story) yet to come. if i dont get 3 i will forever blame you for killing frank... your letting him die... DONT LET HIM DIE!
so for you sake and franks review:)
on that note...
thanks a ton for reading, it means alot to me:)

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