White Rabbit- THE END

Gerard entered a dark bedroom carefully. The sheets were in disarray and the distinct smell of Frank's skin lingered on the sheets. Gerard guiltily looked around before making his way to the bed to inhale the Frank's sweet scent. He could smell patches of Bert, but Bert had not spent the night with Frank like he had promised. Gerard quietly exited the room.

     His gun was poised perfectly to shoot an oncoming attacker, but a few guards managed to ambush him. They disarmed Gerard quickly and wrapped a bracelet around his wrist that disabled his powers. Gerard didn't struggle very much knowing that the guards would most likely take him to Bert, who would most likely be in the presence of Frank. They dragged Gerard for what felt like forever, before tossing him into a room with many windows.

     At the desk sat Bert and on top of it was perched the ever youthful Frank. "I see you came for your lover Gerard," Bert replied as he turned to face Gerard. The raven haired man glared at the blonde as he stroked Frank's back methodically. "You shouldn't have come Gerard," Frank replied softly, "You were safe and so was Tad."

     Bert smiled, "As Frank said, correctly, when saying were. Now I can't guarantee very much when it comes to your safety, because your life depends on Mikey's." Gerard's eyes narrowed, but Bert was completely right. If Mikey was killed Gerard would die as well, for he lived only as long as Mikey and his powers were still functional. Bert's face twisted into a smile that chilled the two men in the room to the bone. "However I can say one thing is for certain," Bert replied with the vaguest interest.

     "What is that?" Bert rifled through his desk for something before answering, "I made your boy a promise that I wouldn't hurt you or Tad. He also doesn't know that this promise is only active while he stil breathes." Frank gulped the lump in his throat that had developed. Gerard stayed silent, but his mind said one thing. How could you be so stupid to believe this demon's lies? Bert stopped rifling through his desk.

"Now, I have a problem Gerard. I can't hurt you physically, but this promise never extended to emotionally." Bert swiftly brought out his gun and the sound of a bullet rung out. Gerard checked himself for wounds. Nothing. His mind panicked for only mere seconds when he had realized what Bert had done.

Frank lay slumped over on Bert's desk, very close to the edge with one hand already dangling off. The sound of blood dripping on tile filled the room with a frightening sound. "Fra-" Gerard felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. "No..." Than another and another until his vision began to blur. "Mikey..." Gerard's breaths became more ragged as Mikey was dragged in as was a small body bag.

Bert laughed, "Look it's a reunion!" The blond swung his gun around triumphantly as he laughed in glee. "Now, to finish the job!" Another shot rang out, than silence.





Gerard opened his eyes to bright white light lights and a bitter cold. "Am I dead?"

"No, but fuck are you going to wish you were," Ray replied as he adjust the iv. "Mikey is alive?" Ray nodded as he moved out of Gerard's line of vision so he could see Mikey laying asleep in his bed. Gerard relaxed, but the sensation was short lived. "Where's Tad and Frank? Ray sighed, he knew this part was unavoidable and that Gerard would need to know. "Your son passed away. I'm sorry. He was already dead for at least an hour when I was able to attend to him."

Gerard gulped down the tears that formed in his eyes. His lips couldn't form the next sentence, "And Frank?" Ray licked his lips, "He's in a coma Gerard."

"How long has it been?"

"Almost three weeks now." will he wake up soon?"

"I can't tell. He suffered a lot of damage."

"How much?"

"Bert shot him in the head..." Gerard buried his head in his hands and cried. He grieved for his son whom he had not had the opportunity to raise for Frank who might never open his eyes again.