I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

Frank was a completely different person after watching the video of Poison in his parents’ house and alluding the cops without any effort on his part. He now saw Poison as an unstoppable force that could easily kill his family and get away with it. That terrified Frank and destroyed every stubborn defiant part inside of him. Frank was now obedient, and cooperative. He wasn’t planning any more escape attempts or ways to overpower Poison and stab him in the throat. Rather, Frank was planning on how he could appease his kidnapper better and earn his approval.

Poison came back later that night to a whole new Frank, but he wouldn’t allow himself to fall for another potential trap again. The last time he did, it resulted in Frank trying to escape twice and Poison looking like an idiot because he couldn’t control the young boy. Poison wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to trust Frank again, but he sometimes wished he could.

Recently, Kobra recruited a new member by the name of Hayley. She was taught all the ropes on how to be a Killjoy, but a few days after her first kill, she got cold feet. Hayley ran off in the night thinking that no one was going to notice her disappearance so son, but everyone was already expecting it. Kobra called for a midnight hunt, and everyone went running for her. Poison was asleep with his arm around a chain passed out Frank when he heard the whistle echo throughout the house, and the pounding of footsteps down the hall. He immediately hopped out of bed and got dressed.

Frank woke up terrified and confused. “W-What’s going on?”

Poison was already dressed and was grabbing his knife when he noticed Frank huddle against the headboard with his pillow acting out as his shield. He couldn’t help but feel a little sympathetic towards him and went over to settle his nerves. “It’s fine. Just go back to sleep. Nothing is going to be coming into this room without having to face my wrath.”

Frank oddly took comfort in Poison’s assurance and settle back under the sheets. Poison pressed a kiss to his forehead before running off out of the house into the woods behind the others. Hayley was found by the girls, and was trying to fight them off. She almost sliced Basil’s throat when Poison came out of the bushes and took the attack to his side instead. Hayley was knocked out by Drummer before they threw her body into an old crate and buried her alive in a remoted area in the woods. Everyone returned to the house, and trailed off to their beds as if they had just returned from a simple midnight stroll through the woods. Poison headed straight for his bathroom to tend to the cut on his side. Frank had woken up by the sound of things being dropped onto the bathroom floor, and would have gotten up to investigate if he hadn’t been chained to the bed.

Frank sat up and listened for a few minutes before calling out with anxiety. “P-Poison, is that you?”

There was silence for a while before the bathroom door swung open to reveal Poison; his red tank top riding up his stomach to reveal his smooth abs. “Yeah, what do you want?”

Frank lowered his head to hide his rising blush from seeing his exposed stomach while also trying to remember why he was calling for him in the first place. “I uh…um.”

Poison waited patiently for Frank’s reply while keeping a hand clamped on the cut at his side to stop the blood from dripping all over the place. It took Frank a few minutes to realize that there was blood on Poison’s tank top and on his hand. Frank’s eye widen as he looked back up into Poison’s eyes.

“W-What happened to you?” Frank exclaimed, glancing back and forth between Poison and his wound.

Poison merely shrugged it off. “Nothing, it was just a passing cunt in the night, is all. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Frank’s brows furrowed as his gaze dropped to the blood on his hand. He couldn’t really tell what condition Poison’s wound was in, but found himself wanting to offer his aid to him anyway. “D-Do you…need help?”

Poison’s brow furrowed in confusion as he tilted his head a little to the side. He wasn’t sure if his hearing had just went bad for a second there or not, because it sounded like Frank was offering to help him. Frank swallowed a lump that was growing in his throat from Poison’s intense stare and decided to look down at the bedsheets pooled on his lap instead. He couldn’t believe he had offered to help his kidnapper. Why on earth would he help the man that had taken him from his family and had him chained in his room every day? Jesus I must be finally losing it, Frank thought to himself before Poison started walking towards him with the key that he kept around his neck. Before Frank could react, he was being yanked forward by his chains so his wrists could be held down while Poison unlocked them. Frank didn’t try to fight him when he realized what Poison was doing. Once the deed was done, Poison slipped his key necklace back on and took a step back from the bed. With a look of surprise, Frank glanced between his small freed wrists and back to Poison.

“Come with me.” Poison ordered before turning around and heading back into the bathroom. After a few minutes, Frank came cautiously stepping in behind him with a look of uncertainty and fear.

Poison was sitting on the bathroom counter with a first aid kit open on the other side of the sink. He looked at Frank with a blank expression before gesturing to the kit. “Do you know how to use a first aid kit?”

Frank glanced over at the open kit for a minute. “Uh y-yeah. My m-mom made sure I did in case of an emergency.”

Poison smirked a little before returning to his usual nonchalant expression. Sitting up straight, Poison reached down to pull up the hem of his tank top, removing it completely. “Well then, get to work.”

Frank froze as all the blood in his face drained. He couldn’t believe what he had gotten himself into. Poison’s pale skin and defined muscles were on display, and it was oddly making his body feel really warm and his cheeks flush into a tint of pink. What was happening to him?

Poison noticed Frank’s hesitation. “Don’t worry, I trust that you won’t make a mistake and try to kill me.”

Frank shakenly nodded before thinking back to the proper steps that he needed to take to tend to the wound. There was nothing but silence between them while Poison’s eyes trace over Frank’s features possessively. Frank could feel his gaze on him and began to shift uncomfortably with the odd sensations that his body was feeling. The awkward silence also wasn’t helping. Frank wouldn’t be able to take it much longer and so he opened his mouth to distract them both.

“Um, so h-how did t-this passing cunt h-hurt you?” Frank blurted out, stumbling over his words.

Poison eyes continued to roam Frank’s face as he answered, flinching a few times as the disinfectant stung his open wound. “I took a hit for someone else.”

Frank’s brows furrowed in confusion. Why would Poison risk his life for another person? He was a murderer. They didn’t care for anyone other than themselves, right? “W-Why would you do that?”

Poison’s eyes broke away from their journey over the curves of Frank’s bottom lip to travel back up to his shielded hazel eyes. “Honestly…I haven’t the faintest idea.”

Frank looked away from his gentle care of Poison’s wound to stare up at him. “You don’t k-know?”

Poison shook his head before wincing a bit at the burning disinfecting. “Not a clue.”

Frank continued with disinfecting Poison’s wound before bandaging him up. Taking a step back, Frank watched as Poison slipped off the counter with an irritated groan.

“Is the bandage too tight?” Frank asked with a worried tone in his voice. Poison eye’s snapped over to Frank’s, looking a bit taken aback by his concern for his condition.

“No, it’s fine.” Poison assured him, his tone much softer than before.

“O-Oh ok…that’s good.” Frank stumbled to say as he tore his gaze from Poison and proceeded to stand there looking down at his sock cladded feet.

“Come on. It’s time for bed.” Poison whispered before placing a hand on Frank’s bare shoulder. He was wearing one of Poison’s sweaters and like every other article of clothing he had, it always slipped down one of his shoulders. Poison could feel a shiver run through Frank’s frame at his touch, before the quick pounding of his pulse vibrated beneath his thumb. Poison knew it was because of him.

“O-Ok.” Frank nodded before slowly pulling his shoulder away from Poison’s hand to step out of the bathroom. Poison followed close behind. When Frank crawled up to the bed, Poison followed. When Frank rolled over, his breathe was taken away when he came face to face with the red-head. Hazel eyes widened as they looked passed the mask and into the emerald orbs of his kidnapper. Poison slowly leaned over to press a kiss to Frank’s forehead, giving himself a moment to linger, before pulling away as the sound of a metallic click echoed into the room. Frank’s ears picked up the sound and almost didn’t recognized it until he looked down at his left wrist. The cuff was back on again. Another metal click and Frank already knew he was back to being restrained.

“Good night, Frankie.” Poison whispered in his ear hotly before pressing a light kiss to the pale skin of his shoulder. Frank let out a small gasp as his cheeks went red again. Poison hid his smile and reached down to pull the blankets over their bodies. Reaching over, Poison pulled Frank closer to him and held him tightly before they both fell asleep together.