He screamed, stepping backwards, beginning to run. I hated it when they ran...

Speeding after him, I managed to get in front of him. He wasn't going to get away from me. He tried to push past me, but I grabbed his waist. Picking him up and carrying him to where I left Billie. He was still there, unconscious. I placed Frank carefully on the floor, he scrambled away from me.

"What the fuck?" He whispered.

"Listen here gorgeous, you're going to help me take sleeping beauty to mine." I demanded.

He shook his head and I walked over to him. He crawled backwards, hitting a wall. His hands defensively in front of him. I grabbed his hands, lacing my fingers through them. Leaning forwards, my lips were centimetres away from his. Tears began pouring from his eyes, letting one of his hands free, I wiped his face. Gently.

"Baby, I wouldn't hurt you. Not unless you gave me a reason to." I whispered.

I gently cupped his cheek, kissing his forehead. Franks hand reared up and he punched me in the face, hard. My face snapped to one side. Anger taking apparent on my face, I turned back to him. Blood was sliding out of my nose, my eyes glowing.

"I'm going to let that one slide my prince. Do that again, I wont be so kind." I warned.

He whimpered, realising it was a bad idea to fight against me. My hand dropped from his face, but the other was still securely laced with his. Using magic from hell, I was able to click my fingers and all three of us returned at my house.

When we got there, I let go of Franks hand and he was frozen in place. Picking Billie up, I layed him on the couch. I would take care of him later. Not wanting my innocent Prince to see me kill. Going back over to Frank, he snapped out of his trance and ran. Looking for an exit. I laughed, clicking my fingers and making all the doors locked and the windows unbreakable.

Still he ran, looking for somewhere to hide. I knew for a fact he didn't have his phone on him. As it was in my hand. Walking around the house, I searched for him.

"Frankie, baby, come out and I wont have to tie you down." I called around the house.

Hearing the crack of broken wood echo through the house, I knew where he was. Instantly setting off in that direction. Entering the room, I stood in the doorway. Knowing he was behind the door. Turning around, I grabbed the broken piece of chair he was holding as he jumped out to hit me. Ripping it from his hands and pinning him to the wall.

"That was a bad idea." I whispered.

Picking him up, I carried his fighting body on my hip down the stairs. Eventually he gave up on hitting my chest. Placing him on a chair, I leant over him. Inhaling deeply. He smelt sweet, scared and amazing. He whimpered, trying to shuffle back.

"If you give me a smile I wont hurt you." I whispered.

He smiled forcefully, trying to get away with punishment. He tried, I'll give him that. Smiling softly, I stroked his hair. He flinched, visibly and swallowed. Tears were still falling from his eyes. Moving away, I told him to stay where he was. Luckily for me, he did. Getting out some rope, I tied Billie up to a chair. Before sitting on the couch with a pair of handcuffs.

"C'mere." I said to Frank, gesturing for him to sit next to me.

He stood up slowly, shakily moving to the couch. He sat as far away from me as he could get. Gesturing to his hands, he held them out. I snapped the cuffs around them, making sure they weren't too tight or loose.

"Are you okay baby?" I asked softly.

"What do you want from me?" He cried.

"I want you Frankie." I replied.

"Please, just let us go." Frank begged. "I promise we wont tell anyone."

"I don't want to let you go. Its against my orders to let him go."

"Please." He whispered.

"Frankie, who do you think I am?"

"I-I don't know."

"I'm the eldest son of Satan. My mission is to find and kill Billie Joe Armstrong. But you Frankie, I want you to be mine."

I moved closer to him, causing him to curl in on himself. Wrapping my arms around him, I allowed him to cry. He was terrified. It smelt delicious. Relaxing my arms, Frank looked at me. He was still crying and I smiled softly.At that moment, Billie had woken up. Looking around groggily. I handcuffed Frank to a radiator before going over to Billies chair.

"What did you do to piss Satan off?" I asked.

"I knew that you were more powerful." He said.

"I am. Now answer me."

"I k-killed his w-wife." He whispered. "I didn't know."

"You killed my mother?" I asked.

He nodded and looked down. Tears filled my eyes and he looked at him in shock. Is this why my dad had sent me? To get the son of a bitch that killed my mom? So many thoughts were rushing around my head. Stumbling backwards, I sat on the couch with my hands over my ears.

"You killed her?" I whispered. "You fucking killed her!"

Screaming at him, I stood up and walked over to him. Punching him in the face. Then again, and again, and again. There was blood on his face, on my hands and face. A scream that wasn't mine or Billies ripped me out of it.

"Gerard." Frank had called out to me.

Turning to him sharply, he was crying. Looking down, there was blood all over me. Billie had long since passed out. Tears had long since fallen and were just there. I felt numb. Void. all I wanted to do was kill him. But I couldn't, not with Frank looking at me like that.

I dropped to the floor, crying into my knees. I hadn't cried since I found out that mom was dead. I just manned up. For Mikey. For dad. But this was too much.

"Please don't look at me." I whimpered.

Frank continued to stare at me. His eyes wide and glossed over. Glancing from Frank to the floor, I opened my mouth to ask again, but instead just closed it again. Crawling over to him, I wiped my eyes.

"I'm sorry you had to s-see me like that baby, I'll t-take you upstairs while I finish this off." I whispered.

Reaching a bloody hand out, I wiped a tear that had escaped from his eye. uncuffing him, I picked him up and carried him upstairs. He was too scared to resist, instead just wrapping his arms around me so he wouldn't fall off.

Placing him carefully on the bed, I cuffed one hand to the headrest. kissing his forehead, he grabbed onto me as I stood up to leave.

"Please, please don't kill him. I'll do anything. I'll sleep with you, if you want me to. But don't kill him." Frank begged.

"He isn't human. He killed my mother. You weren't meant to get caught up with this. I'll let you go after I've erased your memory. You wont here or see me again." I said softly.

"I want to know you." he shouted as I was halfway to the door.

"Really didn't seem like it." I called over my shoulder.

"I'm not gay."

"Makes sense..."

"let me finish. I'm not gay. I was afraid when I met you."

"I don't want to hear you bullshitting your way so that I wont kill him. I'm the prince of darkness." I shouted.

"You call me your prince. You wanted me, you got me." he replied.

"I was stupid enough to think I could have happiness." I said before leaving the room.

Frank called after me, going back downstairs, I could still hear his screams. Getting a knife out, I went over to Billie's unconscious body. Snapping my fingers, he opened his eyes. As swollen as they were, he could still see me. I wanted him to see me while I killed him. Boy it was going to hu-

"Gerard, you better be fucking listening. I'll be your Prince. I'll do whatever. If you have to kill him, please, for your own sake make it quick. He killed your mother, and you're killing him. You can be happy." Frank cut off my train of thought.

Sitting on the couch, I stared at Billie. My previously angry mood calming slightly. He stared at me, glancing from the knife to me again. He looked so afraid. Was this how mom felt? Was she tortured?

"Why?" I asked.

"I didn't mean to, I was told I needed to throw her in a river. I didn't know the river was blessed."

"Who told you?"

"Andy Biersack."