Ryan was sitting on his stairs, dressed in his suit as he waited for his boyfriend. But a few hours passed and he still hadn't shown up, or even bothered to answer his phone. He was on the verge of tears at this point.

"I think you're being stood up," Jordan, Ryan's brother, said.

Ryan looked down at his ring, shaking his head. Brendon would never just stand him up, he knew that. Something was wrong, he just needed to figure out what.

-+-

The police showed up at the Nestor household after tracking the call, which was cut off pretty quickly. They knocked but nobody answered the door. Officer Hurley noticed footprints in the dirt and he followed them back to the woods with his partner.

"It was probably just some baby who called, babies accidentally call all the time," Officer Biersack said.

"You know we have to check to make sure," he said. "Is anyone out here?"

They went deeper into the woods and found bodies laying in the woods. There were four in total, two with slit throats and two cuddled together with stab wounds.

"O-oh my god, holy shit," he said.

Officer Biersack quickly called for backup. They marked off the area with yellow police line tape before searching the bodies.

"We need to move fast, it's going to rain soon and wash away all the evidence," Detective Orzechowski said as she was lead down the path. "Do we have IDs on the body?"

"Two had wallets with driver's license in them, a mister Frank Iero and Brendon Urie," Officer Biersack said. "Another had her phone,  the ID on the phone was for Jamia Nestor. The last one has no form of identification."

They got to the scene and the detective froze before sighing.

"It's Gerard Way," she said quietly. "The last body belongs to Gerard Way."

People moved around, taking pictures and picking up evidence.

"So, someone came and murdered four teenagers out in the woods?" Officer Hurley asked.

"No," she denied. "There were only four sets of footprints and none of them are leaving. One of these four is the killer, we just need to figure out which one."

"How will we do that?" Officer Biersack asked.

"Autopsy report will show the angles of incisions to find out which one was self-inflicted," she said. "Please keep up, we don't have a lot of time. You should have learned the basics of this. Make sure you're using gloves when picking up the knife. Have we gotten into the Nestor house?"

"Back door was left open, we have people in there collecting evidence as we speak," Officer Hurley said.

"Alright, let's get to work," Detective Orzechowski said, pulling apart Frank and Gerard's dead bodies.

-+-

Linda left the house before Frank did, she's been working a shift since noon. When she got home that night she knew Frank wouldn't be back for another hour from the dance and she thought about staying up but she's been on her feet all day and decided to just crawl into bed and see him in the morning.

She was woken up to knocking and the clock on her nightstand said it was two in the morning. She yawned, getting up. She peeked into Frank's room and found it empty but his suit was laid out in the bed.

"Hello?" Linda asked over the intercom.

"It's the New Jersey police, can we please come up?" Someone asked.

She yawned, buzzing them in. They came up to her apartment and sat down on the couch.

"I'm sorry, officers, is there something wrong?" She asked. "Is this about Frank? He isn't here, I think he dropped his suit off and went to go stay the night at his boyfriend's house. I could go call him, let me just grab my phone."

She went to stand up but they shook their heads, making her sit back down.

"Is this not about Frank?" She asked.

A million thoughts went through her head, she didn't know what to do. What if they were here because  of that one time when Frank was two and she accidentally locked him in the car? What if they were declaring her an unfit mother and taking him away from her?

"This...this is about him," he said. "I'm Officer Hurley and this is Officer Biersack."

Oh god, did they catch him smoking pot or drinking?

"He's a good kid," linda said. "Whatever he did he didn't mean to, he's a really good kid. He's got a scholarship and everything."

"Ma'am, w-we don't really know how to tell you this," Officer Hurley said.

"Would you like some tea?" She offered. "Or maybe some coffee?"

"Ma'am, your son, Frank Iero, is...dead," Officer Biersack said quietly.

Linda froze, shaking her head.

"No, no he's not," she denied. "He went to the prom tonight with his friends and his boyfriend, Gerard."

"When was the last time you spoke to your son?" he asked.

"Th-this morning before I left for work," she said.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Iero, but your son never made it to the prom," Officer Biersack said. "We are still trying to get to the bottom of what happened but we found your son's body in the backyard of Jamia Nestor, does your son know her?"

"Yeah, she's his best friend," Linda whispered. "Wh-what happened?"

"We received a call from that location but nobody said anything on the other line," he said. "When we went to investigate we...we found your son's body. He had been stabbed to death."

Linda let out a sob, shaking her head.

"N-not my baby, you have the wrong kid," she denied. "Frankie is only eighteen."

"His body was found with three others, Jamia Nestor, Brendon Urie and Gerard Way," he said.

"Who did this to them?" Linda cried. "Wh-who hurt my baby?"

"We don't know yet, we aren't entirely sure of the situation," he said. "We are so sorry for your loss. I-is there someone we could call?"

Linda shook her head, sobbing heavily. They left her alone and Linda could hardly breath. She just gasped and sobbed, going into Frank's room. She got Mr. Waffles out of Frank's closet, Frank's favorite stuffed animal from when he was a kid. She collapsed into Frank's bed, sobbing and shaking.

-+-

"I told him I hated him," mikey sobbed. "It's the last thing I ever said to him and it was a week ago. I told him that I hated him."

Donna wrapped an arm around his shoulders as they walked to the park. There was a huge memorial service, pretty much the whole town was here. There were lights and candles all over, music playing softly. Three big pictures were at the front, pictures of Gerard, Frank and Brendon.

It was discovered after the autopsy that Jamia's wounds were the only ones that were self-inflicted. And her diary told a very detailed story of her sending the notes, framing Lindsey and even her plans to murder Gerard. So far, the Nestor's have not shown their faces to the public yet due to the humiliation and shame of having their daughter murder three innocent boys. There's even a for sale sign on their front yard.

"I'm so sorry for your loss," someone said, shaking both Donna and Donald's hands.

"He thinks I hate him," Mikey cried.

"He knows you don't," Donald whispered. "He knows you love him and he loves you too."

Linda could hardly stand, she just kneeled on the ground in front of Frank's picture as she sobbed. She had lost everything now. Her son was the only thing that she had left. She loved her son more than anything. She didn't have friends or family. All she had was Frank. She needed him. But he was taken away from her.

Donna kneeled beside her, wrapping her arms around her. They both sobbed together over their lost sons. They needed to support each other.

Ryan was crying with Brendon's family, holding his sister's, Kyla, hand. All the plans they once had were over. They were all gone. They were supposed to get married in four years then have children in six. They were supposed to be happy together. They were supposed to live happily ever after.

Pete was depressed and confused. All this time he was being used. He lost three of his friends. He was so angry at himself, he should have seen some kind of sign from Jamia. Maybe if he had seen some kind of sign he would have been able to save his friends.

Nobody in town could believe what happened. They knew they didn't live in the nicest town but they never expected something like this to happen, a triple murder-homicide.

Josh was here and Debby wanted to come to the big memorial service but he didn't think she should go. She just had a baby two weeks prior and she was tired and stressed and dealing with all these emotions. He knew that having her go to this memorial would only break her even more.

It was a sad day for the whole town. They were all quiet, singing along with the choir. The pitter pattering of rain started up, making the day seem even more gloomy than it already was. The town all cried together after the three souls who were lost, brutally murdered by their own friend's hands. They needed to mourn together and grieve, they had to move on over the loss of their own.