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

After Poison had left Frank’s bed, he had gone straight back to his Killjoy home, never knowing that that would be the last time he’d see his precious Black Opal. He was unaware that the young boy had big plans to move out of state for good, and so after a few weeks had past, Poison managed to get himself enough free time to see his Frankie. He was currently running down the stairs of an old abandoned house in the woods he was staying at when he was startled to hear a familiar voice belonging to the most annoying person ever in his life call out to him from his living room. “Where are you going, Poison?”

Instinctively, Poison reached out with a blinding speed to unsheathe two sharp twin blades as he spun around to face his intruder, his weapons ready to slice and dice his prey. Pastel was urgently getting up from the couch with a mix of apprehension and befuddlement on her face as to where he was going off to so crucially when she had only just arrived to see him. Poison let out a sinister growl of annoyance before straightening himself back up and sheathing his sharp deadly blades back at his sides. “Pastel, what the fuck are you doing here in my house!?”

“I came to see you.” Pastel replied, coming over to stand in front of him clad in her Killjoy attire. Those unique articles of clothing notified Poison that she wasn’t actually supposed to be here. She was meant to be running a mission of some sort and instead had taken the time to track him down. “You were gone for such a long time before, then came back for a while only to leave again!”

“And that’s any of your business how?” Poison questioned her before shaking his head and holding up a hand directly in front of her face as a sign to not speak. “Forget it, I don’t care why you’re here. I have places to be anyway.”

“Where to? I can go with you if you want.” Pastel offered, taking a step forward and smiling up at him like a love struck fan to a celebrity.

“Not a chance in hell. You keep your ass here and stay put!” Poison firmly ordered before turning around and heading for the door, leaving a member of his Killjoy family behind all alone to fend for herself.

Arriving at just the right time for the Ieros to leave their house for their own respective jobs, Poison snuck into through the backdoor with the very intention of fornicating with their son again and maybe…just maybe opening up to him a bit about himself. What he felt for Frank was something serious! He was truly and deeply in love with him and it left Poison feeling vulnerable and susceptible to revealing all that he was to the younger man. Yes, it definitely went against all the Killjoy codes of secrecy when it came to the subject of their identifications, and yes it had never been hard for Poison to follow this particular rule in the past but that was because he had never been in love before. Now that he was, he was determined to obtain an impossible dream for himself that most everyday people wanted, that ‘Disney Princess Happily Ever After’ ending. The old him would have gagged at such a ridiculous desire, but since meeting Frank it only made him openly smile and feel all giddy inside. His Frankie had clearly turned him soft with these unfamiliar emotions, but it didn’t bother him in the slightest. His heart felt whole, warm, and alive for the first time in his life and he swore majority of the times he found himself wanting to skip and hum to himself when he was locked on a murderous Killjoy assignment. Poison never skipped a day in his life, hell he didn’t even know how to, but he was oddly open to trying it out.

At this time, Poison had no idea anything was amiss in the Iero household. How could he? It wasn’t love that was distracting him as he climbed up the stairs, no it was the simple fact that the evidence of Frank’s disappearance wasn’t yet obvious to him…that was until he opened Frank’s bedroom door. The smile on his face dropped faster than it had appeared at the sight of the bare empty room. His heart ceased from pounding as he stepped silently and slowly into the stripped room, existing only in a state of shock. It hadn’t hit him yet what this empty room meant to him, but he knew it wasn’t good. “Frankie?”

There was no answer, just a small echo of his voice calling out for his lover’s name. Poison stopped in the center of the room and slowly began to turn in circles, analyzing every inch of the barren room. His head tilted this way and that, his eyes darting from one side of the uninhabited room to other. He was snapping his head in every direction he could in search for his lover if he wasn’t careful he’d surely give himself whiplash. Poison was practically spinning in circles when he noticed that his breath was coming in fast pants as if he’d been running well over 5 miles, and his skin had broken out into a cold sweat. He was certain he was as pale as death as he weakly collapsed down to his knees, his hands catching his upper body before he could crumble completely onto the clean hardwood floor. His red hair shielded his sweaty face as he sat there trying to recollect his strength again, his voice coming out in soft whispered gasps. “No…no…no…no, Frankie, no…”

It felt like hours had passed with him sitting there, trying to bring himself back to life again with the denial that Frank could’ve disappeared out of thin air taking every scrap of his furnishings alone with him and leaving him behind alone without a notice. Poison refused to believe he lost the man he was in love with, the very first person, and he was certain, the very last person he’d ever be in love with ever again who would only ever have all of his heart. Poison let out a deep angry groan as his hands closed into tight fists at his side, his teeth clenched in rage. He ignored the tears filling his light brown eyes as his face began to turn red. He was gonna explode, he knew it. There was nothing in this desolate room for him to attack to let out his rage, but he was still going to have a breakdown anyway. Squeezing his eyes shut, Poison threw his head back and let out a violent broken scream that echoed within the devoid room and ripped throughout the entire house. If anyone else had been home and hadn’t seen him stroll in unannounced, they would have known he was there then.

But no one was there. No one but him and Pastel who stood in the open doorway with a look of horror at his deep agony and her own pain for watching him suffer in anguish this way. A hand was clamped over her mouth as she whispered out a soft murmur. “Poison…”

Poison was too enraptured into his own misery to notice her there. His scream ended in broken sob as he hunched himself forward out of weakness. His forehead pressed against the cold hardwood floor of Frank’s room, his arms wrapped around his head to keep himself from seeing the light. He couldn’t believe this. He couldn’t believe his Black Opal was gone, he had lost him for good. Poison shook his head against the floor from side to side, clinging onto the last of his denial. Where had Frank gone? Why did he leave? Did Poison…somehow drive him away? It wouldn’t be hard to believe if that were the case. Poison never opened up to Frank and told him the truth of who he was, each time he’d brush it off and hurt his lover more with his constant secrecy. Could that be the reason? It couldn’t be because Poison was his kidnapper, how could feel anything more for him? And if that was the case, Frank had plenty of time to leave before and never took the opportunity, why take it now? What had changed?

“Poison?” Pastel had walked over to him and was now crouching down beside him. She lightly placed a comforting hand on his back.

Not acknowledging her existence still, Poison began to shed his tears quietly, allowing them to pool into tiny puddles on the floor. Pastel’s presence wouldn’t have meant anything to him. Hell, the Ieros could have been the one to find him here instead and he wouldn’t have budged an inch, even if they call the cops who would naturally try to remove him from the house in cuffs. If they dare try, Poison would fight to the death to remain here on this floor because it was literally all he had left of the man he will forever be cursed to love until the end of time. How did things become so messed up? How did that young boy made him, a veteran Killjoy, fall in love with him and inspire him to change his life for the better when no one else ever could?

“Honey, it’s…it’s gonna be okay.” Pastel tried to assure him though she had no idea what had completely broken this Hercules of a man she once knew.

In that very moment, it began to dawn on Poison just how much Frank had changed him. Abruptly, he sat up from the jolt of it, his red hair sticking to his face as his light brown eyes enlarged with the shocking revelation he was now receiving. Poison was officially done with being the big bad monster. In fact, he was completely over with being a Killjoy any longer. Internally, all of him had already set to rest everything that had been about the Killjoys into the ground and buried it six feet under. The crazy thing was this had been happening for a long time, him coming to terms with retiring from being a Killjoy. It’s had been happening inch by tiny inch since he’d first laid eyes on Frank’s face in the river. All this time, he was losing himself to this young man who now had him wishing, no needing to be with him properly and live that normal life everyone seem to have but him.

“Don’t worry, I’m here now, and I’ll always be here for you, baby.” Pastel whispered, brushing his red hair from his face and tenderly wiping the tears from his pale cheek. “Anytime you need me, I’ll be here.”

My god! Poison wanted to find Frank right this second and tell him how he felt, every single sentence down to it’s punctuation. “Oh my god…” He muttered to himself as his eyes enlarged even further at the many revelations he was having.

“No more tears, okay?” Pastel tenderly ordered him with a soft smile even though he hadn’t looked at her once since her arrival. “Poison the Killjoy doesn’t cry…remember?”

Jesus Christ, Poison mentally thought to himself in shock over the many things he was continuing to find out about himself. He wanted to marry Frank Iero and make him his husband! He wanted to adopt children with him and have a proper family with him if that’s what he wanted too. And when their kids were all grown up and out of the house living their own life, Poison wanted to spend the rest of his growing old with Frank and hopefully die in his arms with last image of his beautiful face. “Fuck me, man…”

Pastel let out a giggle that was loud enough to penetrate Poison’s concentration. “Well, we can if you want to though that would be inappropriate. Then again…I don’t really mind who’s house we’re in right now if you really want to have sex, do you?”

“Huh?” Poison mumbled, turning his head to look at her, his mind still reeling with all the discoveries.

“I said, we can have sex if you really want to. I don’t mind who’s house this is.” Pastel repeated with a teasing grin.

Poison visibly cringed at that random idea. It would be a death sentence to even think of desecrating this sacred ground by touching her, much less anyone else that wasn’t Frank. Poison would happily hang himself for committing such a blasphemous crime. Shaking his head, he lifted his gaze to the window he used to always climb in with hope to see Frank. Despite his lover’s absence, Poison was determined to find him and let him know all of his epiphanies. Once he knew everything, Poison was going to hopefully make the man his husband.