-twenty two-

"wakey wakey, breakfast time!" gerard smiled innocently. he was good at doing things like this, but he didn't do it often to keep his act up.

awsten sat there, unsure of what gerard had in mind. after having him kidnapped for a solid three days with no food and only short breaks to take a piss, he didn't trust anything this kid did.

gerard walked back into awsten's sight, holding a bowl. inside contained a suspicious looking soup of some sort, having a blue- white hue to it. awsten looked at it more closely, still utterly confused.

"here comes the airplane!" gerard said joyfully, driving the spoon into awstens mouth. he obliged, hesitating before swallowing it. it had a sour aftertaste and made his gag reflex act up, but it was better than nothing.

once the bowl was nearly empty, gerard walked off and smashed the bowl on the ground. awsten flinched in his seat, watching this sudden anger come among him.

"hold your hands out infront of you." gerard commanded, following by awsten doing so. he watched gerard grab a hacksaw, gazing upon it before walking towards awsten.

"say jazz hands!!"

gerard pinned awsten's hands down in an instant, bringing the hacksaw to the upside of his wrist. feeling absolutely nothing, he began to saw into the flesh. blood spattered everywhere, covering both gerard and awsten. awsten was trembling, making facial expressions as if he were screeching in pain, and more painful cries. his tears stung over his scars from the night before.

the pain was indescribable. even after gerard has left the premises, awsten was kicking and screaming for help. nobody could hear his cries. he was gonna die, and nobody could save him.

gerard walked in after half an hour of doing god knows what, turning on the tv.

breaking news: a dead body of a male in his late teens has been found tied up inside of a fridge. when ryan ross, the teen who killed himself just two days ago, parents returned home, they found the body of brendon urie, student of st. joseph high. with a bullet hole right through his skull, he seemed to be toyed with to after his death. ligatures were found on his neck and wrists, along with sharp cuts along his chest and thighs. friends of the male had said him and ryan were very close, so this is completely unexpected by many. if ryan did act out like this on the young male, he must've not wanted to face the consequences, killing himself before the situation came public. stay tuned for more updates.

"did you hear that, awsten! we tricked them!! we really did it!" he was overjoyed as to say.

awsten sat there silent, appalled. how could this have worked? was nobody ever gonna find them? would gerard ever be a suspect? or was awsten just gonna stay trapped in this fuckery of a lab until his heart gave out from such torture.

"come on, let's go finish this up." gerard chuckled, releasing the restraints on awsten. before he could try and walk, gerard threw him down in the concrete with all his force, knocking him out immediately.

———

awsten awoke in another room, dimly lit and small. he was chained up to the wall by his arms and legs, only having boxers on. he was bleeding from every crevice besides his face.

a tv soon flickered on, there sitting gerard infront of it. you could only see the silhouette of him, hunched over in a stressed manner.

breaking news: a mother and son have been found dead in their home. one strangled to death with a chain from a necklace, the other brutally stabbed in the head 10 times before stabbing the knife into said's throat. it was a silent murder. both had significant teeth marks on them, an assumed attempt of biting the flesh off. there were no witnesses before after the killer had fled the seen. nobody caught who it was, but this killing was intentional. this family, being the way family. the son, michael way, was also a student who attended st. joseph high. his brother, gerard, has been missing for three days. it seems these killings are directed towards the students at this beloved school, which turns out to be an abandoned meth lab. due to this, the school is being shut down permanently and kids are being forced to transfer. there are still no suspects but keep your eye out. this person knows exactly what they're doing, and they're clever too.

gerard chuckled quietly. it progressively got louder until it turned into a maniacal laugh. gerard stood up and turned to face awsten, smiling. awsten cowered before him.

"you're the one at fault. if you never kept frank from me, everyone would be out of harms way. nobody would be dead. and you're just so lucky to be my fifth. it was a fun run, awsten. have fun rotting in hell."

and with that, he pulled the trigger.

———

gerard locked up the room the situation happened firmly, surely nobody could get in there now. he walked towards the counter where awsten's phone lay. he sat down and opened it up, seeing frantic messages from frank and many others. gerard, being himself, only focused on the ones from frank?

"hey, are you free tonight ?" -tuesday, 6:53 pm.

"oh, come on dude, you never take this long to respond." -tuesday, 8:29pm.

"fine, whatever, give me the silent treatment. i guess i'll just see you tmr at school." -tuesday, 9:30pm.

"are you gonna stop ignoring me? i thought we were cool, awsten." -wednesday, 6:27am.

"anyways, do you want me to bring you the leftover pizza from sunday night or not?" -wednesday, 6:30am.

"i'll take that as a no." -wednesday, 6:48am.

"i just wanna know what i did, why won't you talk to me?" - wednesday, 7:17am.

"i'm sorry. i'll see you in class, ;(" -wednesday, 7:45am.

"dude, where the fuck are you? are you really skipping school just to avoid me?" -wednesday, 8:36am.

"seriously, are you okay? gerard isn't here either, same with ryan. or brendon. i'm concerned." -wednesday, 8:54am.

"please, it's been 14 hours and i haven't heard a word from you. i'm gonna start having a fucking panic attack in the middle of class. just say something." -wednesday, 9:03am.

"awsten... answer, something happened. school was cancelled for the day, i'm fucking terrified." wednesday, 11:46am.

"ryan killed himself. he jumped off the bridge and just died when he hit the train tracks. i wish i could've gotten brendon's number, i'm sure he's devastated." -wednesday, 12:27pm.

"i don't know what you think you're doing but this isn't funny. i'm gonna come to your house and deadass come find you if you don't answer." -wednesday, 12:52pm.

"fuck it. i'm coming over." -wednesday, 1:34pm.

"awsten." -wednesday, 2:13pm

"where are you?" -wednesday, 2:14pm.

"you went to ryan's? but... he's dead." -wednesday, 2:14pm.

"awsten please i need to know where you are. your parents called the police. just come home." -wednesday, 2:15pm.

"if you're safe, say something. just something. if not, don't say anything. then try your best to share your location with me." -wednesday, 2:16pm.

"AWSTEN FFS PLEASE ARE YOU OKAY" -wednesday, 2:22pm.

"if you're reading this, i hope you're safe and you will please come back soon. brendon was found dead in ryan's fridge. and i know ryan. he would never do that to his boyfriend. and someone broke in and killed mikey and their mom. i'm at pete's house with dallon, tyler, and josh. we're all fucking freaking out. please stay safe. we all love you." -thursday, 4:38am.

"please be alive. we're all having breakdowns. i didn't know dallon could cry. this is horrible. come back." -thursday, 9:20am.

"and if you're gone for good. i'm sorry. im so so sorry. thank you for everything. may your soul rest easy." -thursday, 6:39pm.

gerard realized it was only now 6:45, so frank had to still be on his phone.

"frank. i need you to come to **** ******** ** ***** . don't bring anyone else. be wary. safe travels, xoxo."

gerard dropped down awsten's phone, sighing. he had to figure out a way to make this work.

"i'll be right there. don't worry." frank texted back almost immediately.

"well, shit."