Gerard woke up the next morning in a peaceful silence.

Odd.

He quickly got out of bed, pulled on sweatpants and a kept his top half bare, before he ran to his basement.

"Oh hell no you don't..." He said when he saw the bloody dude try to unlock the chains with something that looked like a bobby pin.

"No! Please, just let me go..." The man begged Gerard once he took away the bobby pin. The black haired man looked at the bloody man with a frown.

"No." He stated simply, making the other man sob.

"I'll-I'll do anything, please..." The man got on his knees and folded his hands together, looking up at Gerard.

"I don't have anything for you to do." Gerard sat on the chair.

"N-nothing?"

"Nope." Gerard said, popping the 'p' and smiled.

"Then can you just- can you just kill me?" He asked quietly, making Gerard raise his eyebrows.

"You want to die?" The black haired man asked the other, who just nodded. "Why?"

"I-I have nothing anymore..." He said quietly.

"I have nothing." Gerard suddenly said and the other man looked at him, confused. "I have nothing, but you don't see me wanting to die."

"You're just- you're just gonna keep torturing me until I do die, so why don't you just end it now?"

"Because," Gerard smirked. "I like seeing you in pain." He got up from his chair and walked to the table that had the blow torch.

"No... Please!" The man begged, trying to move away from Gerard. The twenty-four year old's lips still held onto that smirk as he turned on the torch and brought it to the man's face, making him let out a blood curdling scream.

By the time Gerard was done with him, his face was blistered up and some had blood gushing out of them. Gerard also burnt off his eyebrows and eyelashes, making him look even more ugly.

"Oooh!" Gerard cheered. "I have an idea!"

He quickly ran upstairs to his garage, gathered a five gallon bucket, ran back into his house to his bathroom and turned on the bathtub faucet, making it scorching hot. He put the bucket under the faucet and impatiently waited for it to get full. But after it was full of steaming water, he turned off the faucet, and carefully brought the bucket downstairs.

Gerard thanked whatever gods were up there that there was a drain built in the floor so he doesn't have to clean up much of the blood and water. He dumped the blistering, hot water on the guy, making him scream like hell. His yells got to be quiet, and that's when Gerard knew he was dead.

It was too much for the guy to take. Too bad the death wasn't a quick one. Gerard put everything back in their places, but left the guy there until he was ready to bring him out.

The black haired man looked outside and sighed.

"Why am I so awesome?" He asked himself and sat on his couch. Gerard watched TV- which was unusual- for a little bit before he decided to get dressed. He walked to his room and looked through his closet.

"What to wear, what to wear?" He muttered to himself. Gerard found a plain pair of black jeans and pulled them on before he got a white dress shirt with a black vest and pulled those on too. He kept the white shirt sleeves rolled down, and he put on his black trench coat.

It was getting a little dark out, but it wasn't that dark out. He needed to wait at least an hour and a half until he could dump the body without making himself look suspicious.

But after he gathered the body from downstairs and put it in a bodybag, he dumped the body in his truck that was parked in his garage, and walked back into his house.

Gerard put on his black fedora, made sure he had his gun and his knife before he walked back into his garage. The twenty-four year old hopped in his truck, clicked the button for the garage door to open, and drove out into town.

Once in town, he drove behind a big, vacant factory building and waited for the sun to go down a little more until he got out of the truck and dumped the body in a nearby dumpster.

Gerard wasn't that stupid. He made sure all of his fingerprints were wiped and he even wore black leather gloves.

The black haired man suddenly heard a squeak. Taking his gun out from his pants, he turned around and cocked it, aiming it towards whatever made that noise.

The dim street lamps flickered without a pattern, the wind was blowing slightly, and the boy in front of Gerard shivered in fear.

"I-I know y-you..." The boy stuttered.

Gerard recognized that voice.

"You're that boy." He replied, still holding the gun in front of the boy's face. "What's your name, kid?"

"I-I'm not telling."

Gerard raised his eyebrows and smirked. "You're gonna disobey me?"

The boy squeaked again, but shook his head.

"Then tell me, sugar, what's your name?"

"F-Frank."

"Now, now, don't stutter. Tell me again, what is your name?"

"Frank." The boy- Frank- said this time with no stutter.

"What are you doing out here so late, hm?" Gerard asked, even though it wasn't past ten.

"I, um, I was looking for- for my puppy." Frank looked down.

"I hope you know I'm not letting you go..." The twenty-four year old smirked, making the boy look back up with more fear in his eyes- and just more fear in his face in general.

Of course Gerard isn't letting Frank go. First of all, this kid could just tell anyone about their encounter, and obviously Gerard can't have that. Secondly, this kid is fucking adorable, and Gerard wants him to himself. Usually, he would've killed the person right on the spot. But this time isn't 'usually', no, this time it's different.

Different can be good sometimes.

"P-please don't, sir," Frank begged, trying to step away.

"Hm... I like when you call me that. 'Sir'." Gerard uncocked his gun and put it back, making the boy sigh in relief. "C'mere, sugar."

"Wha-?"

"I said," Gerard stated calmly, "get over here."

Frank hesitantly walked closer to Gerard until he was no more than four inches away. The younger boy had to look up at Gerard, and when he did, he saw the older man smirk.

The black haired man squatted down so he was at eye level with Frank.

"You, sugar, are coming with me. How does that sound?" Gerard smiled and the boy shook his head. "Why not?"

"I-I-" The boy stuttered and looked around for an answer. Gerard raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "You're gonna k-kill me."

The twenty-four year old busted out laughing, making the small boy jump and take a small step back.

Honestly, Gerard was not going to kill him. Torture him? That's another story. But killing him? No. Gerard does not want to kill this extremely attractive boy that stood fearfully in front of him.

"No, sugar, I'm not gonna kill you. I just wanna take you home with me." The older man stated once he calmed down.

"What if... What if I don't wanna go home with you?" Frank asked quietly.

"What if... What if I don't care?" Gerard asked in the same, quiet tone. Frank whined, looking fearful.

"Please..."

The black haired man ran a hand through Frank's bleached, shaved sides and sighed as Frank flinched away.

"No. You're coming home with me. I can't have you out here." Gerard said firmly.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why can't you have me out here?"

"Because..." The twenty-four year old trailed off. Frank patiently waited for Gerard to continue, but no answer came out of the older man's mouth. He just stood there, looking at Frank with bored eyes.

Frank felt awkward. Honestly, he wasn't that scared of Gerard anymore. Sure, he might be frightened, but he feels as if he can trust this man. If Gerard wanted to hurt him, he would've done it by now. But then Frank remembered that they're psychopaths out there that like pain and shit, and Frank shuddered.

"A-are you gonna hurt me?" He whispered.

"Of course." Gerard smiled sweetly and knocked out the small boy.

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(A/n-

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