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rocketcock) wrote2011-07-14 12:12 am
rocketcock) wrote2011-07-14 12:12 am
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Parasitic Psycho
Title: Parasitic Pyscho
Author:rocketcock (originally known as howxixdisappear )
Pairing: very one-sided Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
Summary: You don’t know me, but I know all about you. I’ve been watching you, and I know that you’re lonely. She hurt you, didn’t she? That little slut broke your heart. That’s why I killed her. I did it for you...I love you
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Author Notes: Oh, the joys of science class. This is the direct result of being bored in biology, forgotten about and then reserected and finished about two weeks ago. Sort of based off of The Zodiac. Concrit=LOVE
Warnings: serialkillerpedophile!frank, death, rape, language, sexual references, insanity, stalking, run-on sentances.
i. THE FIRST KILL
Sprawled out across the hood of the fancy new car her daddy bought for her birthday. A corvette. Its paint matches the result of my masterpiece almost perfectly. Beautiful girl. You weren’t all that pretty inside. Well, that just fucking sucks, huh? Look where it got you. Not even a week after your eighteenth birthday and you’re all ready to be buried. Sorry, doll. It had to be done. I didn’t do anything wrong.
911 state your emergency Operator says. There’s a girl…laying on the hood of her car in the parking lot at Belleville High…she’s dead, I say, I killed her.
ii. THE FIRST LETTER
Dear Gerard,
You don’t know me, but I know all about you. I’ve been watching you, and I know that you’re lonely. She hurt you, didn’t she? That little slut broke your heart. That’s why I killed her. I did it for you. I’ll kill anyone who hurts you. Anyone who make you cry. Anyone who makes you hate yourself, who makes you feel the way they made me feel all through school.
You are an amazing person, Gerard. And out of all of the amazing people in the world, you are the least deserving of getting hurt.
Please don’t be scared. I’m doing this for you. I’m doing this to make you happy. I love you.
F.I.
iii. NEWS REPORT
“…the letter given to police by Gerard Way, a seventeen-year-old student at Belleville High. According to Way, the victim, identified as Adalae Foster, broke up with him on her eighteenth birthday. Way does not know who could have possibly sent the letter, nor has he noticed anybody following him…”
Oh, baby, here comes the sound…
The sound of screaming. It’s gonna sound good.
iv. ANOTHER LETTER
Dear Gerard,
I saw you on the news last night, and I’m sorry for scaring you. But believe me, this is what’s best for you.
I saw the tears in your eyes when they interviewed you. You really didn’t want to be there, did you? You didn’t want to talk. Someone made you do it. Who was it? Your mother? Father? Brother? I’m going to find out, baby. I’ll take care of them for you. They won’t ever make you cry again.
F.I.
v. AND ANOTHER ONE’S GONE
The sound of a grown man screaming as the blade of a knife pushes into his chest. It’s almost funny, the way he sounds. High pitched and so full of agony. I absolutely love it.
He falls back, his head blowing hard against the wall, followed by a loud crack as his neck twists. After that, he’s nothing more then a heap of blood and broken bones. I laugh. This was all so preventable. He should’ve known better then to make my poor baby talk. But he was an idiot. A selfish fuck.
So now he’s dead.
I take the phone with my bloody hands, dialing those three numbers.
911 state your- I’d like to report a murder, I say, I’m at 69 Salter Place in Belleville…I did it.
vi. DEAR GEE,
Daddy’s dead. You don’t need to worry about him anymore, babe, ‘cause he cant do anything anymore. I killed him. I did it, Gee, so you could be happy. He didn’t really love you, did he? You were never good enough. You were never the tough, manly son he wanted. You never got the straight A’s, you suck at sports, you’re into guys just as much as you’re into girls.
My dad, he was a lot like yours. And poor little Frankie could never be that perfect son. I was never good enough. So I know what it’s like.
When my old man finally croaked, I was so fucking happy…I hope you’re happy too. I know you will be.
I love you, baby. Always remember that.
F.I.
vii. GERARD
is afraid to go to sleep. He lays awake in bed, lights on and the door wide open. Windows locked. Curtains closed. He jumps at every noise he hears, terrified that it’s Frank. Watching him. Wanting him. Wanting blood. Occasionally, he, too drained of energy to go on, will fall asleep only to awake covered in sweat and, for reasons he is unsure of, cum. Every motion he tries to make hurts.
Next door, his thirteen-year-old brother sleeps soundly, not fully understanding that he, too, is in danger. Their mother paces distractedly at all hours. She’s destroyed. A zombie without her husband. Gerard blames himself. So does she.
And Frank knows this, and he doesn’t like it.
viii. BABY
Don’t cry… don’t cry anymore. Mommy doesn’t love you, but I do. I would never hurt you the way she does. She blames you. She hates you. She thinks it’s all your fault, but it’s not. Your daddy killed himself, as far as I’m concerned. He was bad, Gerard. He deserved it, and she deserves it too, for what she’s done. Don’t worry, darling, don’t cry. She won’t you again. I won’t let her.
You’re so beautiful when you sleep. I love to watch you, to run my fingers through your soft feathery hair. To kiss your delicate skin, running my fingers all over you and wanting so badly to hear you moan and scream my name. Would you do it for me, baby? I want so badly to be the one to take you- all of you. I want your virginity so you will know forever how much I love you. So you’ll never forget me.
Never forget… I am so in love with you. And you belong to me.
F.I.
ix. MAMA
I could bathe in her blood. The smell is so sweet, so full of a mothers love… a mother who couldn’t love her son enough.
A mother full of blame. Full of hate. She neglected her little boy and left him to raise himself… he grew up along. All alone. No one liked him. No one… no…
I lay next to the woman’s body. She’s barely breathing. I put my arm around her- pull out the knife and listen to her scream OH GOD the way I want Gerard to scream for me. She gasps out- whispering- begging for her songs… and she goes stiff. Dead.
I crawl on top of her and kiss her gently on the cheek, and I cry.
911. state your emergency.
“Mommy’s dead… mommy’s gone… help me.”
x. BLAME
The funeral service is beautiful. I like to look at her body and think about how much she looks like you. You don’t notice me. You haven’t seen me since you were so small… you wouldn’t recognize me now. I’m grown up now. But I love you just the same as I did when you wrapped your tiny arms around me and asked me to be your big brother because all you had was a stinky little one.
This is the first time I’ve seen you in the light without having to hide. Your pale skin seems to glow and your bright green eyes stand out and its all I can really look at…I go up to you in the graveyard and say your name. You freeze. Turn slowly and look back at me.
I say, I’m sorry. You say, it was my fault.
xi. WITH ME. FOREVER.
I want to hold you. Now more than ever, I want to hold you and kiss your tears away. I want to tell you that you’re so perfect, that it was her fault, not yours. Never your fault. You freeze when I touch you. I ask you to come for a walk with me. Leave your brother with your grandmother, just come with me. Alone. You seem reluctant to go with me, but you do, and I’m glad you do.
We walk into the woods and I put my arm around you, holding you close. I say, I love you. You push me away and you look really scared, but that’s okay. I’ll make you feel better. I grab you and pull you back to me and I don’t want to let go. I say, I know you can love me back, we’re supposed to be together, don’t you see, Gerard?
You’re crying and you’re saying, Let me go, please let me go. But I don’t want to let you go. I want you. I want you here with me. I want you to go home with me and love me as much as I love you, and I want us to get married and live happily ever after, the way we’re supposed to. But when I touch you, when I kiss you, you cry harder and you try to get away from me. I don’t know why…you have to love me back, Gerard. You have to. I push you to the ground. I don’t mean to push you so hard, but I do, and I say I’m sorry over and over, and then I straddle you.
We make love on the ground, but you never stop crying. I think you really do love me, even if you won’t admit it.
I cradle you in my arms. You’re breathing is thin and tears are rolling down your cheeks. I wipe them away and kiss your forehead and say, Shhh baby don’t cry, don’t cry. Then I say, Lets go home.
You won’t ever leave me, Gerard. I know you won’t, because we’re in love. We’re gonna be together forever.
I love you.
Author:
rocketcock (originally known as howxixdisappear )Pairing: very one-sided Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
Summary: You don’t know me, but I know all about you. I’ve been watching you, and I know that you’re lonely. She hurt you, didn’t she? That little slut broke your heart. That’s why I killed her. I did it for you...I love you
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Author Notes: Oh, the joys of science class. This is the direct result of being bored in biology, forgotten about and then reserected and finished about two weeks ago. Sort of based off of The Zodiac. Concrit=LOVE
Warnings: serialkillerpedophile!frank, death, rape, language, sexual references, insanity, stalking, run-on sentances.
i. THE FIRST KILL
Sprawled out across the hood of the fancy new car her daddy bought for her birthday. A corvette. Its paint matches the result of my masterpiece almost perfectly. Beautiful girl. You weren’t all that pretty inside. Well, that just fucking sucks, huh? Look where it got you. Not even a week after your eighteenth birthday and you’re all ready to be buried. Sorry, doll. It had to be done. I didn’t do anything wrong.
911 state your emergency Operator says. There’s a girl…laying on the hood of her car in the parking lot at Belleville High…she’s dead, I say, I killed her.
ii. THE FIRST LETTER
Dear Gerard,
You don’t know me, but I know all about you. I’ve been watching you, and I know that you’re lonely. She hurt you, didn’t she? That little slut broke your heart. That’s why I killed her. I did it for you. I’ll kill anyone who hurts you. Anyone who make you cry. Anyone who makes you hate yourself, who makes you feel the way they made me feel all through school.
You are an amazing person, Gerard. And out of all of the amazing people in the world, you are the least deserving of getting hurt.
Please don’t be scared. I’m doing this for you. I’m doing this to make you happy. I love you.
F.I.
iii. NEWS REPORT
“…the letter given to police by Gerard Way, a seventeen-year-old student at Belleville High. According to Way, the victim, identified as Adalae Foster, broke up with him on her eighteenth birthday. Way does not know who could have possibly sent the letter, nor has he noticed anybody following him…”
Oh, baby, here comes the sound…
The sound of screaming. It’s gonna sound good.
iv. ANOTHER LETTER
Dear Gerard,
I saw you on the news last night, and I’m sorry for scaring you. But believe me, this is what’s best for you.
I saw the tears in your eyes when they interviewed you. You really didn’t want to be there, did you? You didn’t want to talk. Someone made you do it. Who was it? Your mother? Father? Brother? I’m going to find out, baby. I’ll take care of them for you. They won’t ever make you cry again.
F.I.
v. AND ANOTHER ONE’S GONE
The sound of a grown man screaming as the blade of a knife pushes into his chest. It’s almost funny, the way he sounds. High pitched and so full of agony. I absolutely love it.
He falls back, his head blowing hard against the wall, followed by a loud crack as his neck twists. After that, he’s nothing more then a heap of blood and broken bones. I laugh. This was all so preventable. He should’ve known better then to make my poor baby talk. But he was an idiot. A selfish fuck.
So now he’s dead.
I take the phone with my bloody hands, dialing those three numbers.
911 state your- I’d like to report a murder, I say, I’m at 69 Salter Place in Belleville…I did it.
vi. DEAR GEE,
Daddy’s dead. You don’t need to worry about him anymore, babe, ‘cause he cant do anything anymore. I killed him. I did it, Gee, so you could be happy. He didn’t really love you, did he? You were never good enough. You were never the tough, manly son he wanted. You never got the straight A’s, you suck at sports, you’re into guys just as much as you’re into girls.
My dad, he was a lot like yours. And poor little Frankie could never be that perfect son. I was never good enough. So I know what it’s like.
When my old man finally croaked, I was so fucking happy…I hope you’re happy too. I know you will be.
I love you, baby. Always remember that.
F.I.
vii. GERARD
is afraid to go to sleep. He lays awake in bed, lights on and the door wide open. Windows locked. Curtains closed. He jumps at every noise he hears, terrified that it’s Frank. Watching him. Wanting him. Wanting blood. Occasionally, he, too drained of energy to go on, will fall asleep only to awake covered in sweat and, for reasons he is unsure of, cum. Every motion he tries to make hurts.
Next door, his thirteen-year-old brother sleeps soundly, not fully understanding that he, too, is in danger. Their mother paces distractedly at all hours. She’s destroyed. A zombie without her husband. Gerard blames himself. So does she.
And Frank knows this, and he doesn’t like it.
viii. BABY
Don’t cry… don’t cry anymore. Mommy doesn’t love you, but I do. I would never hurt you the way she does. She blames you. She hates you. She thinks it’s all your fault, but it’s not. Your daddy killed himself, as far as I’m concerned. He was bad, Gerard. He deserved it, and she deserves it too, for what she’s done. Don’t worry, darling, don’t cry. She won’t you again. I won’t let her.
You’re so beautiful when you sleep. I love to watch you, to run my fingers through your soft feathery hair. To kiss your delicate skin, running my fingers all over you and wanting so badly to hear you moan and scream my name. Would you do it for me, baby? I want so badly to be the one to take you- all of you. I want your virginity so you will know forever how much I love you. So you’ll never forget me.
Never forget… I am so in love with you. And you belong to me.
F.I.
ix. MAMA
I could bathe in her blood. The smell is so sweet, so full of a mothers love… a mother who couldn’t love her son enough.
A mother full of blame. Full of hate. She neglected her little boy and left him to raise himself… he grew up along. All alone. No one liked him. No one… no…
I lay next to the woman’s body. She’s barely breathing. I put my arm around her- pull out the knife and listen to her scream OH GOD the way I want Gerard to scream for me. She gasps out- whispering- begging for her songs… and she goes stiff. Dead.
I crawl on top of her and kiss her gently on the cheek, and I cry.
911. state your emergency.
“Mommy’s dead… mommy’s gone… help me.”
x. BLAME
The funeral service is beautiful. I like to look at her body and think about how much she looks like you. You don’t notice me. You haven’t seen me since you were so small… you wouldn’t recognize me now. I’m grown up now. But I love you just the same as I did when you wrapped your tiny arms around me and asked me to be your big brother because all you had was a stinky little one.
This is the first time I’ve seen you in the light without having to hide. Your pale skin seems to glow and your bright green eyes stand out and its all I can really look at…I go up to you in the graveyard and say your name. You freeze. Turn slowly and look back at me.
I say, I’m sorry. You say, it was my fault.
xi. WITH ME. FOREVER.
I want to hold you. Now more than ever, I want to hold you and kiss your tears away. I want to tell you that you’re so perfect, that it was her fault, not yours. Never your fault. You freeze when I touch you. I ask you to come for a walk with me. Leave your brother with your grandmother, just come with me. Alone. You seem reluctant to go with me, but you do, and I’m glad you do.
We walk into the woods and I put my arm around you, holding you close. I say, I love you. You push me away and you look really scared, but that’s okay. I’ll make you feel better. I grab you and pull you back to me and I don’t want to let go. I say, I know you can love me back, we’re supposed to be together, don’t you see, Gerard?
You’re crying and you’re saying, Let me go, please let me go. But I don’t want to let you go. I want you. I want you here with me. I want you to go home with me and love me as much as I love you, and I want us to get married and live happily ever after, the way we’re supposed to. But when I touch you, when I kiss you, you cry harder and you try to get away from me. I don’t know why…you have to love me back, Gerard. You have to. I push you to the ground. I don’t mean to push you so hard, but I do, and I say I’m sorry over and over, and then I straddle you.
We make love on the ground, but you never stop crying. I think you really do love me, even if you won’t admit it.
I cradle you in my arms. You’re breathing is thin and tears are rolling down your cheeks. I wipe them away and kiss your forehead and say, Shhh baby don’t cry, don’t cry. Then I say, Lets go home.
You won’t ever leave me, Gerard. I know you won’t, because we’re in love. We’re gonna be together forever.
I love you.