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Suffer All The Children
Original Ending.
“Mikey… please…” the words were muffled under his hand, but moderately clear nonetheless. He felt warm tears on the fingers that were pressed against his brother’s lips. He could hear Gerard sob behind them. “Lemme go Mikey… call the pla-lease. Sen me ta jail.”
Frank shifted forward toward the pair, “Mikey… he’s right just think about it…”
“Hm-mp,” Mikey shook his head and chuckled. Send him to jail. He wouldn’t suffer in jail. He pressed his hand more tightly over Gerard’s mouth then twisted the blade. His lips curled at the noise of it. He could hear skin rip, maybe a vein pop. He could feel his brother’s pulse pump hard as he pressed in further. His muscles twitched as warm blood spurted his cheek. He exerted more pressure, driving the blade into his brother’s neck. He felt his pulse slow. His body stiffened.
Mikey let the body fall to his feet and extracted the scissors from his brother’s neck, using the sharpest side to slice the thread from between his own lips. The blood on the edge was still warm when he cut it. He could taste it as he parted his lips to take a sharp breath in. “God that was good…” His eyes moved to Frank, who cowered back against the chair he was still in, and narrowed. A low growl accompanied his words, “And you… you fucking whore.”
“I was trying to distract him…” Frank sniffled and shivered back a bit against the chair, fresh tears scaled his face. “I figured you’d leave. I didn’t want him to—“ Mikey brought the back of his hand across the boy’s face and Frank ceased after a small yelp.
“I loved you.” He could feel loose threads tickle his lips as he talked. The needle prodded him from inside his cheek with each word. “You wanted to distract him? Start screaming, call the police…”
“I wasn’t thinking, baby—ugh, I’m sorry!”
“Just shut up and look at me.” Mikey gripped his chin, squeezing it hard, tilting it up. His eyes made contact with Frank’s and narrowed, his chest heaved as he watched the boy shudder, “You don’t look at anyone else, you don’t touch anyone else, and you sure as hell don’t speak to anyone else that way. Now come here.” He gripped Frank’s hair and pulled him up.
Stepping around his brother’s body, he took him to the bed and opened the drawer that he himself had spent the night in and positioned him in, then reached up to the side table where he had found his weapon, taking the duct tape and ripping off a piece, sealing Frank’s mouth closed. The boy seemed too tired to make much noise, he was close to being out from the pills, but the look seemed right. Mikey bit his lip, and moved a finger down his chest as he watched him. Frank’s eyes simply followed him lazily, his head lulling to the side a bit.
“Now I’m going to pack. Sit here and look pretty til I get back.” Frank watched up at him, his eyelids sinking, his chin lifted toward the boy, “and don’t mind Gerard over there, we’ll be gone before he starts to smell.”
Mikey pulled a few stray threads from his mouth with his free hand, then pulled the string that was still connected to the needle extracted it from his cheek, throwing it in the direction of his brother. “Fuck…” he flexed his mouth to sooth the pain, then pushed the drawer closed, standing and stretching to relieve the tension from sitting still so long, then moved to where his brother’s body lay on the floor.
He looked so much different this way. His eyes still stretched wide as he motionless, a puddle of blood forming under his neck. He’d never seen fear like this on Gerard. Oh, what he’d have given to see his face at the moment he breathed his last breath. The terror now was a snapshot maybe, the moment he’d gone? Perhaps when he realized it was over his fear was less… that would have been unfortunate.
The younger Way knelt down over the older and extended his fingers to feel his cheek. It was clammy, loosing heat, he could tell, such a peculiar feeling. He still almost expected him to nuzzle into it, asking for forgiveness. However, Gerard lay still, and Mikey knew he would always lay still, so he stood, bored with his plaything, and went to the window, peering out at the red sunrise over the horizon.
“You know what’s funny, Frank?” He yawned and shook his head, watching the silent houses across the street. “He’d threatened to kill me almost daily for a while there. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? But I think I like him this way.” He sighed again, taking another glance to the floor where Gerard lay, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’ll be back soon,” he promised as he headed toward the door. “Until then, well,” his fingers fitted themselves around the doorknob, his eyes moved to the drawer under the bed, and he gave the first command in his new role, “Just sleep.”
Frank shifted forward toward the pair, “Mikey… he’s right just think about it…”
“Hm-mp,” Mikey shook his head and chuckled. Send him to jail. He wouldn’t suffer in jail. He pressed his hand more tightly over Gerard’s mouth then twisted the blade. His lips curled at the noise of it. He could hear skin rip, maybe a vein pop. He could feel his brother’s pulse pump hard as he pressed in further. His muscles twitched as warm blood spurted his cheek. He exerted more pressure, driving the blade into his brother’s neck. He felt his pulse slow. His body stiffened.
Mikey let the body fall to his feet and extracted the scissors from his brother’s neck, using the sharpest side to slice the thread from between his own lips. The blood on the edge was still warm when he cut it. He could taste it as he parted his lips to take a sharp breath in. “God that was good…” His eyes moved to Frank, who cowered back against the chair he was still in, and narrowed. A low growl accompanied his words, “And you… you fucking whore.”
“I was trying to distract him…” Frank sniffled and shivered back a bit against the chair, fresh tears scaled his face. “I figured you’d leave. I didn’t want him to—“ Mikey brought the back of his hand across the boy’s face and Frank ceased after a small yelp.
“I loved you.” He could feel loose threads tickle his lips as he talked. The needle prodded him from inside his cheek with each word. “You wanted to distract him? Start screaming, call the police…”
“I wasn’t thinking, baby—ugh, I’m sorry!”
“Just shut up and look at me.” Mikey gripped his chin, squeezing it hard, tilting it up. His eyes made contact with Frank’s and narrowed, his chest heaved as he watched the boy shudder, “You don’t look at anyone else, you don’t touch anyone else, and you sure as hell don’t speak to anyone else that way. Now come here.” He gripped Frank’s hair and pulled him up.
Stepping around his brother’s body, he took him to the bed and opened the drawer that he himself had spent the night in and positioned him in, then reached up to the side table where he had found his weapon, taking the duct tape and ripping off a piece, sealing Frank’s mouth closed. The boy seemed too tired to make much noise, he was close to being out from the pills, but the look seemed right. Mikey bit his lip, and moved a finger down his chest as he watched him. Frank’s eyes simply followed him lazily, his head lulling to the side a bit.
“Now I’m going to pack. Sit here and look pretty til I get back.” Frank watched up at him, his eyelids sinking, his chin lifted toward the boy, “and don’t mind Gerard over there, we’ll be gone before he starts to smell.”
Mikey pulled a few stray threads from his mouth with his free hand, then pulled the string that was still connected to the needle extracted it from his cheek, throwing it in the direction of his brother. “Fuck…” he flexed his mouth to sooth the pain, then pushed the drawer closed, standing and stretching to relieve the tension from sitting still so long, then moved to where his brother’s body lay on the floor.
He looked so much different this way. His eyes still stretched wide as he motionless, a puddle of blood forming under his neck. He’d never seen fear like this on Gerard. Oh, what he’d have given to see his face at the moment he breathed his last breath. The terror now was a snapshot maybe, the moment he’d gone? Perhaps when he realized it was over his fear was less… that would have been unfortunate.
The younger Way knelt down over the older and extended his fingers to feel his cheek. It was clammy, loosing heat, he could tell, such a peculiar feeling. He still almost expected him to nuzzle into it, asking for forgiveness. However, Gerard lay still, and Mikey knew he would always lay still, so he stood, bored with his plaything, and went to the window, peering out at the red sunrise over the horizon.
“You know what’s funny, Frank?” He yawned and shook his head, watching the silent houses across the street. “He’d threatened to kill me almost daily for a while there. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? But I think I like him this way.” He sighed again, taking another glance to the floor where Gerard lay, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’ll be back soon,” he promised as he headed toward the door. “Until then, well,” his fingers fitted themselves around the doorknob, his eyes moved to the drawer under the bed, and he gave the first command in his new role, “Just sleep.”