The Saviour
The shadow comes closer to Gerard and stops, kneeling by his side and inspecting the wounds.
Its fingertips carefully grip the torn hem of the t-shirt, sliding it up his stomach to reveal the solid tears in his flesh. It makes a soft ‘hmm’ sound and snaps its wrist back and forth before leaning closer, brow furrowed in concentration and presses the same firm fingertips directly into the wounds.
When Gerard Way is attacked one night, left for dead, somebody saves him. Heals him. Though he'd always assumed his saviour, a superhero, wouldn't come in the form of an irritating seventeen year old kid that just won't leave him alone, no matter what he says.
It doesn't take him long to discover there's a little more to Frank's story than he first thought.
Its fingertips carefully grip the torn hem of the t-shirt, sliding it up his stomach to reveal the solid tears in his flesh. It makes a soft ‘hmm’ sound and snaps its wrist back and forth before leaning closer, brow furrowed in concentration and presses the same firm fingertips directly into the wounds.
When Gerard Way is attacked one night, left for dead, somebody saves him. Heals him. Though he'd always assumed his saviour, a superhero, wouldn't come in the form of an irritating seventeen year old kid that just won't leave him alone, no matter what he says.
It doesn't take him long to discover there's a little more to Frank's story than he first thought.