These hands scream red!

The burning sun scorches my back, but I care not to acknowledge it. My back feels numb anyway. I feel all my senses kick in. The dirt, rough on my bare skin, my hair feels tangled and nappy. My eyes hurt from too much light, my chapped lips are parched. My body, is sore everywhere.
Squinting from the sunlight, my weak muscles fight to keep me up. I can't though, my energy is lost, before I know it, I sink back into blackness.

"He's awake," I feel a hand on my arm, but refuse to open my eyes. "Come on boy!" The voice says louder. My eyes snap open, the first thing I see is a young man in glasses hovering over my face with a grin. "Rise and shine prettyboy!" He mocks. I had a sudden urge of pain shoot through my head.

"Leave him alone would you!?" A woman's voice comes from afar, "can't you see he's in pain?" The grinning man leaves my atmosphere. I shut my eyes for a few seconds, but suddenly feel a warm towel on my head. "Your a tough one," the woman tells me, "found ya out there in the burning sun, passed out, your crazy boy," she finishes. "What were you doin out there in the first place," the man asks. "David!" The woman snaps. "No! It's okay!" I say, surprising myself. "All I remember is, well...really nothing," I speak feeling embarrassed.

"He's brainwashed!" The man shouts. "Honey, you don't remember nothing at all?" I shake my head.

"He's a bandit ma!" A young girls voice says. I sit up and see a pretty woman around my age pointing a raygun at me. "Denise! Put that dreadful weapon down!" I look between them, until the girl lowered her arm. "What's your name dear?" I look at her. "Fun Ghoul," I reply. They all gasp, "I told you he's a bandit!" The girl shouts. "Shut up!" The mother snaps back. "Your real name?" She insists. I stare at all of them and look at my lap. "Frank. Frank Iero," I answer.

-2 Days Earlier-

"Your never going to find them or should I say him," I clenched my fists tighter every time he speaks of him. "Shut the fuck up!" I hiss. He chuckles and circles me. "Oh Frankie, always so weak and sensitive," I feel his taunting act flourish. "My...my...is it Gerard that you want?" He asks. My skin prickled at his name, more likely yearn for him. "Not just Gerard," I answer. He laughs at me.

"I think it is, Gerard was your courage, pride....motivation and most important of all.....love," he snickers. I felt my breathing tense up. "I love him," I state. "No!" He yells, "you love the thought of him!" I felt my emotions crash. My fists clench tighter by the second. "Shut up!" I hiss. He continues his laughter and constant circling around me. "Think twice before you try anything little Frankie, wouldn't want you to get hurt," he chuckles. I slowly reach my hand down to my gun pocket and left my hand hovering above it. "Oh?" He questions. He was stabbing at my last nerve. "Keep talking," I threaten. "As you wish," he replies. I quickly drew out my firearm and aimed it at him. He raises his hand in surrender, "oh dear Frank! What did i ever do to deserve such catastrophe?" He mocks. I just stood there and glared at him. He does work for BL/ind though. I lowered my arm, "nice choice," the smirk pastes his face. "Drop the weapon," he demands. Something told me not to listen to him, I stood in the frozen position. "Frank," he says sternly. The smirk on my face grew wider, as his eyes. This is my last chance....