I stood up.

"Frank Anthony Iero, how do you plead?" the judges voice boomed through the room. Her face was stern yet kind. She had perfect dark brown hair and clean makeup. She seemed like a great person. In fact, she kind of reminded me of my mom.

I gazed down at my lawyer, Mr. Rodney Josani, who wore a wrinkleless, spotless, navy suit. He looked back at me with eyes that told me to follow the plan. Since when was I one to follow plans?

"I plead guilty," I answered the judge.

Gasps and whispers were emitted all around the room; shock fell on every person's face. I don't know why, though. They all know I did it. I glanced back to Mr. Josani. He looked disappointed and as if he had totally given up on me. I didn't even have to look back to my mom to know that she was crying. I didn't want to hurt her but I had to do this for my own sanity. It's my life, not theirs.

"Very well. You are sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after twenty-five years. Case dismissed." the judge bellowed and she brought down her wooden hammer, creating a short banging noise.

An officer, with one other officer behind him, locked the handcuffs around my wrist and shoved me forth. My mom ran up to me before they could take me away.

"Frank honey, I'm going to visit you, okay? I love you." she spoke quickly and pecked me on the cheek. It's nice how she still loves me as her son even though I did what I did.

I killed Gerard's parents. When I was done with them, I killed Brennon. Gavin was, for some fucked up reason, charged but released from jail, so I killed him too.

I remember it so clearly. I have a feeling I will never forget. I killed all four of them the same way, too.

A quick blow to the temple and they're out cold for a good while. They wake up with their hands and feet tied up and joined behind their backs in a completely uncomfortable and immobile position. They have a ball in their mouth that's tied around their head so they're gagged and can't talk or scream. It's hilarious really, how they wake up squealing and confused. It makes them look like pathetic pigs that are about to be slaughtered, which they are. They cry and cry, snot and tears all over their face and they can't even wipe it away.

I slowly carve their body with my knife like a jack-o-lantern, leaving long, deep gashes all around they're skin. I would leave them like that, bleeding and weeping for their life, until they would get too weak to really cry, and before they die, I slit they're throat.

I did this to Donna, Gerard's mom, first, and had Donald watch before I followed suit to him. Same goes for Brennon and his dad. I made Gavin watch his son bleed, almost to death. I made them all suffer slowly. It was only fair.

They did this to Gerard and I. They tormented and tortured us so much that it led to Gerard taking his own life because he couldn't take it anymore. I was there when he did so. I had to watch every minute of it, and it was the most painful thing that I ever did in my life. I will never forget it; it's burned into my mind. How could I forget watching the love of my life bleed to death in my arms?

I'm not sorry for what I did. I think Gerard's would be proud of me, too. I can just imagine what he would do to me when he found out I had gotten rid of the people he loathes the most. He would murmur bliss into my ear as he sucks and bites my neck until the area he was working on turns purple. He'd lightly kiss my lips as he lifts my shirt over my head, trailing his tongue down my torso as he massages my denim-covered boner with his free hand. I would moan loudly, causing him to get even harder himself. Impatient and horny, he'd rip my tight jeans off of me, revealing my cock. I wouldn't have worn any underwear because I would have known we would do this and I'd be prepared. Gerard's eyes would sparkle as he'd stare at my dick like a kid in a fucking candy store. Unable to hold himself back, Gee would pounce on me and-

But none of that will happen. It never can happen again because Gerard is dead. The boy I adored with every cell in my body is gone forever. I will never see him, never touch him, smell him, talk to him, nor kiss him or anything ever again.

But it's alright now because I got revenge for both Gerard and I. I will be imprisoned for the rest of my life. I have chance for parole but I'm never going to try because I don't have anything to live for anymore. I'd me happier imprisoned.

So now I am. I will be alone forever with only sweet memories of Gerard to accompany me, but that's all I'll ever need.

***THE END***

Awe its alll over. Yeah, i chose the sadder ending and i really do prefer it. I realized that this story has been full of surprises so he, why not another little shocker at the very end, right? I WAS going to post and alternative ending BUT not only am i too lazy to do so, but i also like it the way it is now; it makes more sense to me rather than what i had planned as a "happy ending" which wouldnt have been that happy anyways and honestly, kind of boring. But what can i say, i love me my angst and unhappy endings.

But no worries, darlings, Frankie-boy will have his share of butt-sex in prison. Y'know men, always all horny and ready to get it up. You gotta let out that sexual tension, right? Considering this, keep a look out for one-shots or other stories here and there about Frankie's life in prison, kind of like a follow up of this story; like a sequel kinda. I might do that sometime... Anyways, thank you for reading my story, i hope you liked it. Let me know your thoughts. :) xx