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My Blood Tells No Lies	By : breathesunshine Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Frank was in front of him, cursing as he pulled himself over one of the last giant boulders that needed climbing to get to the summit; from there it was all down hill. Gerard quickly climbed up behind him, out of breath and far away in thought. Frank noticed and gave him a teasing smile.
“Where’ve you been, Spaceman? You’re like miles away from here, not that I blame you; ‘here’ really sucks ass.” Frank giggled at his own humor, still looking at Gerard with a small amount of concern.
Gerard licked his dry lips and glanced away. He couldn’t rightly say that he was beating himself up over last night, not when Frank had pretty much made it clear that it was done and over with. Nor could he lie; his best friend would see right through it. Thus, the best option was silence.
“Damn it, Gerard! Get over it!” Frank huffed, turning his back to Gerard. “Didn’t I say it was no problem?” The shorter man had his hands on his hips; clenching worn cotton in obvious frustration. Something Gerard and the others were pretty familiar with, because that was about the only sign that told them that Frank was this ‘-’ close to throwing a punch.
“Yeah, you did,” Gerard said voice cracking; not at all relieved that his friend knew him so well. A small price, he thought, for how close they were. The rest of the time he was just grateful. He almost smiled, but Frank was already turning back facing him with a frown on his face. Gerard really didn’t want to be punched, so made sure not to let the smile free.
“Besides, I would have gone under anyways once we got to last night’s leftovers.” Frank said as he opened the flap to his bag and started digging through it. He looked a little cute with his tongue poking to the side between chapped lips, as he tried to find whatever it was he was looking for.
Gerard looked on for a moment, watching the sweat making paths along Frank’s tanned neck; his mouth suddenly feeling as if he had been sucking on chalk. “It was kind of brutal,” he said with a strained gulp that stuck to the back of his throat.
Frank looked up from his search and gave him a pointed look before shaking his head and diving back into his bag. “Then stop stewing over it. It was a nice thing you did for those kids. I was just shocked by all the blood, is all,” again he looked up, only this time a strained grin blooming across his face. “But after a while you get use to it,” he said with a demented chuckle.
Snorting, Gerard looked back behind them to where Bob was playing nurse maid to the three runts, still covered in dried blood. For the group’s strange and morbid humor it was kind of funny, if in a very disturbing kind of way. “I guess you could say that.”
Giving a small squeak of triumph, Frank pulled out his canteen and shoved it over to Gerard; something that he would have usually passed off, but didn’t because of the look Frank gave him when he was getting ready to refuse. And he still didn’t want to get punched.
Frank gave him a grin and looked up at the sky. The grin quickly disappeared and was replaced with another frown. “Well shit,” he said in disbelief.
“Wha’?” He tried saying around the mouth of the canteen. Frank, still looking up, pointed to the sky. Gerard rolled his eyes and looked, quickly stopped drinking, and let out a string of curses at the gray clouds laughing down at them from above, “Fucking, shit, ass sky! We don’t need any of your fucking ass rain!”
His outburst gained the other’s attention; Bob’s follow-up echoing from behind, and Mikey’s own up ahead seconds later. Things really hadn’t been going their way the last few weeks and, besides last night, this had to be the worst of it. Though fate had a way of proving Gerard wrong; something that he should have gotten use to by now.
A hand on his shoulder turned his attention back to Frank, who was now standing in front of him with a strained look on his face but still trying to make things better by smiling. “Hey, it’s just a little rain. Besides, we’re not that far from the lodge. If we hurry now, we’ll get to the Ruby before it gets too bad.”
Mikey came charging down from where he and Ray had reached the top. When he finally reached them he was out of breath and seemed a little frantic. “We have a much bigger problem than rain, G,” he paused to take a deep breath of air, “the Ruby’s gone; you can see the smoke from the top.”
Frank stiffened while Gerard handed him the canteen and left him with Mikey to crawl frantically the rest of the way up to the small summit. And sure enough, once he pulled himself up to stand next to Ray, there was a cloud of smoke in the sky, coming from over the trees in the tiny valley. They both looked on in hopelessness; fate was a fucking bitch.
It was the sprinkles of water dropping down on them that woke them from their shock. Shelter! They had to find shelter now! Gerard was getting ready to head back down the steep incline when he heard Mikey and Bob shout, along with a voice he didn’t recognize. Both he and Ray started to franticly scramble down to the others. The sight that greeted them would haunt them all for a long time to come.
Two of the three young boys were now on the boulder with Frank and Mikey, and dear God, they were both one of them! They were Maneaters! It was proof enough with how one had already knocked Frank to the ground and was straddling his waist, trying to get a bite out of his neck. Frank’s face was a bright red and his eyes were wide with fear. Gerard could only think for a moment that he might be crying.
Frank had his hands pressed futilely on the creature’s collar bone and forehead, trying to keep the thing from ripping into his neck. Gerard was getting ready to help him, but it was Mikey crying out again that switched his attention.
Mikey was still on his feet, face scratched, and trying to keep the other creature back; one hand pressing into its shoulder and the other wrapped around a thin pink wrist. Ray was loading his weapon with a few words that Gerard usually didn’t hear coming out of his mouth. Bob was already on the boulder, trying to pull the other one off Frank. The third boy was frozen in place, not moving at all. The fear was clear on his face.
Before he even thought of what he was doing, Gerard leaped from the rock he and Ray were standing on and tackled the monster attacking his brother. They rolled downhill for a few seconds until Gerard smacked into one of the smaller boulders, giving a sharp cry of pain when he felt a few of his ribs crack under the pressure.
The boy was already bearing down on him, hissing with gleaming fangs – something Gerard had never been this close to see before; and if he wasn’t about to die, he’d have thought it was pretty fucking cool. Right now it was just plain god damn scary.
It was a shot and the screeching cry of death that stopped the little monster from tearing into Gerard. The thing quickly scrambled away and bounded past the others like a mountain goat; jumping from boulder to boulder in single leaps, heading to the shelter of the trees in the valley below and leaving Gerard to pull himself up with a grimace and painfully climb back up to his group. ‘Please let no one be dead.’
“Wait, come back! Don’t go after it, it’s not safe! Come back!” He heard Ray shouting. Through the now pouring rain, Gerard almost couldn’t make out a second figure stumbling in a half crawl and run to the summit before disappearing over the top. ‘Idiot.’
Something besides the pain was nagging at Gerard as he slowly made his way back up. He could hear Mikey, Ray, and Bob screaming at each other. Frank still hadn’t made a sound and that was starting to worry him.
To keep himself from panicking over what had to have happened after his idiotic leap of near death, he tried to think of what could have caused the destruction of Ruby Lodge in what had to have been a single night. Not that it was hard to figure out, but it was a way to maintain his sanity as he struggled the last couple feet.
He wasn’t even able to climb up the retarded boulder before another body was pressed into his own. Hissing in pain he pulled a trembling Frank closer, Gerard relaxed a little and told the other three to stop their bitching. They could start it up again once they found some type of secure hiding place.
The three shut up quickly, but didn’t move an inch to get off the giant rock. Ray stepped forward, looking down, first to the back of Frank’s head, then to an exasperated Gerard. “I popped the head clean off, Gerard. But Bob didn’t get it off him in time, and Mikey is swearing that Frank got some blood in his mouth.”
Frank seemed to be trying to crawl into Gerard now, maybe hoping that his best friend could keep him from the pain he was about to experience for the next twelve to sixteen hours. Gerard was wishing he could, but they couldn’t take any chances when there was a possibility of blood being swallowed.
Black spots popped up because of Frank squeezing his middle when he said, “Ok, just wait until we’re settled. He won’t be any good for travel and I’ve busted a few ribs. Tomorrow we’ll have to figure out a game plan, but right now I just want a safe, comfortable place to sleep.” Gerard lifted a hand to pet the head currently shoved into his neck; Frank continued to shake and cling to him. Gerard was kind of at a loss as to what to do. This was the first time they had encountered Maneaters so close up before. Well, besides Frank, and that was nearly six years ago.
It was Frank crying in despair near his ear that relieved Gerard of the nagging feeling that had been building since the attack. “How could they? It’s - it’s day, G. It’s day.”
to be continued . . .
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