AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey all, sorry it has been so long since I've updated! Life always seems to get in the way of what we love. Hopefully I can update more frequently now, at least till January. My plan for this story has changed somewhat, but I think it is for the better. It was originally meant to be only a short, smutty story no more than 5 or 6 chapters; but now I have 20+ chapters planned out so I hope you will stay with me for the long haul. And hopefully we can pick up a few more Frerard fans along the way ;)

Xoxo,

Abs

Dead!

As Gerard raced across campus in search of help, Frank casually leaned against the door frame in the back of the campus library, staring down several members of the bullying football team. Although his exterior expression and demeanor remained cool and calm, his inner self was screaming at him for being such an idiot not escaping with Gerard. "Well," he thought to himself, "if I'm to be a martyr, at least I can die knowing I helped Gerard escape torment for a little while." He smiled softly at the thought of the older man, and his insides calmed slightly. He hoped he'd be able to see him again.

Brock (the blond haired, blue eyed quarterback) stalked toward Frank menacingly. "What the fuck did you say to me, faggot?" he hissed with malice. He had been so caught off guard by Frank's bold rebuttal moments before, that he had been unable to do anything but stare wide eyed and slack jawed as they had breezed past. Now he was ready and willing to beat the shit out of both offending men.

Frank smirked and cleared his throat. "I said, you can't get a blow unless you pay for it.. probably because your dick is so small that the girls can't stop laughing long enough until you start waving bills around." he said flatly. He knew he was only making his situation worse, but he was starting to form a plan. If he could get the jock worked up enough to throw a punch in public, he was sure the blond would be expelled from the college. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the librarian had returned to her desk, and he hoped beyond hope that she would be watching the scene.

"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD, FAGGOT!" Brock screamed as he lunged at the dark haired freshman. This did, in fact, catch the attention of the librarian; however, Frank had not anticipated being tackled, and was thrown to the ground roughly before he could dodge his attacker. The wind was instantly knocked from his lungs, and his vision flashed white. Next came a solid punch straight to his nose as the librarian rushed over to his rescue. Another punch to his cheek, and Brock was dragged off by the other members of the football team and a screaming librarian wielding a rolled up magazine. As soon as he was pulled away, the entire crowd scattered and the team made a run for the main exit. As they scrambled down the large staircase, they were met at the bottom by campus security, followed closely by a terrified Gerard.

Brock's face paled when he saw them. His knuckles were starting to swell from the punches, and his letter jacket was speckled with splotches of bright red blood from Frank's damaged face. He tried to back away as the security guards grabbed him and hauled him off to the main office. Gerard, having seen the blood on his jacket, had sprinted past the scene up to the library, hoping and praying all the while that Frank was still breathing. As he approached the back corner of the room, his pale face became even more ashen and his hands began to shake. The librarian was on the floor hovering over someone lying there motionless, while a by-standing student was on his phone calling 911. He felt a wave of intense nausea wash over him but managed to hold it back as he knelt down next to Frank's body.

Hot tears streamed down his face without him even realizing it as he sat on the floor staring. Someone tried to pull him away gently but he lashed out and refused to leave Frank's side. He was too distraught to speak, but everyone obviously got the message that he wouldn't budge and left him alone. Within minutes, a medical team had arrived and hoisted Frank onto a stretcher. Gerard diligently stayed by his side as they moved him out of the building to transport him to the nearest hospital, Monroe General.