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fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Stairway to Heaven
REC: The one where Gerard accidentally taps into the memories of an angel and stumbles into the middle of a millenia-long doomed romance. A lovely story that's not even half as cheesy as the summary makes it sound. The characterisations are really good, both of the main characters and of the secondary ones. I have a great weakness for quest plots so I loved reading about Gerard's travels and his attempts at understanding what was happening to him. And his and Grant's road trip across the US in search of Frank was wonderful. Such a beautiful and satisfying story. I feel I want to read it again right now. (2013-01-06) Most Satisfying Quest OT3 AU of 2013: Because of a) the excellent characterisations of both the main and secondary characters, b) the quest Gerard embarks on to try and understand what's happening to him and to find the angel whose life he's dreaming about, c) Gerard and Grant's road trip across the US, and d) The deeply satisfying ending. (2014-02-06)
QUOTE: He wanders around for a while until a docent greets him hesitantly in Italian. Gerard's own Italian was never terribly good, but he responds as best he can. At the very least, the words are all the correct ones. Who knows how many rules of grammar he completely forgot, though.
Apparently his crappy grammar makes the docent laugh, and he agrees to show Gerard around. He mentions an earthquake multiple times, apologizing that so many areas of the basilica are closed. "But I can recommend the garden," he says.
Gerard is disappointed he can't explore the inside more thoroughly. There's something in there. Something important. He just knows. But he smiles and lets the docent lead him to the garden. It really is a lovely garden and when Gerard catches the docent checking the time, he asks if perhaps he can stay and pray. The docent nods and scurries back the way he led Gerard.
Gerard loses track of how long he spends in prayer, but when he opens his eyes he knows somehow that he'll see a little carved bird somewhere nearby. There's little alcove near him with a statue of Francis standing watch over the gardens. On the wall near the base is where Gerard finally sees it.
"I knew you'd be here," Gerard whispers. He kneels at the base of the statue and reaches out to touch the carving. The same pulse as in Paris happens, maybe even stronger, and this time he's not surprised. He closes his eyes and whispers a little prayer, "It started with you, I think. Maybe you can help?"
He opens his eyes and his vision swims. For a moment it's like he can see himself, kneeling at the foot of the statue. He turns, slowly, still on his knees, and sees a man standing in the middle of the garden. Not just a man - an unspeakably beautiful one. With wings. He looks around himself, a look of astonishment growing on his face. He looks back at Gerard.
"Who are you? How did I get here? Because I sure as hell didn't travel to Assisi in my sleep and I haven't been back here in over two hundred fucking years."
Gerard blinks. The double vision is worse now. He can see the the man - angel? he certainly doesn't sound like an angel - overlaid somehow, bizarrely, on his own shocked face. "Do you think I know? Do you think I know anything?" Then he pauses. "In your sleep?" he murmurs. "A dream, another dream."
"No, this isn't a fucking dream. I know dreams and I know visions. So since I'm not actually in Assisi this must be a vision. Your vision." And just like that, the man looks gravely concerned and his tone changes. "Are you all right? Do you need help? You must have called for my help."
"I didn't," Gerard whispers. "I mean, I didn't mean to, I didn't think... that anyone was listening."
"But I am," the angel says gently. "It doesn't take much to bring me if you really do need me."
"I'm not sure of anything," Gerard chokes out.
"Fuck," the angel says. "I'm sorry." Gerard's hands go into his hair.
"Why is this happening to me? I just want my fucking dreams back." (58,240 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:angels  beings:demons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  concept:quest  concept:religion  concept:sobriety  concept:esp:psychic.healing  occupation:priest/monk  things:dreams  things:memories  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:threesome  setting:on.vacation  setting:road.trip  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:Europe:Italy  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:San.Fransisco  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01  things:wings  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
january 2013 by turlough
theopteryx: Evil priest!Gerard
REC: This is awesome. I love the way the red smoke/fire demon is curling around his fingers and his evil smirk and glowing red eyes. (2011-11-27)
INFO: Monochrome with accent colour drawing of Gerard. AU.
artist:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  beings:demons  occupation:priest/monk  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:rec:art  posted:2011-11  recced:2011-11  art:technique:digital.art 
november 2011 by turlough
theopteryx: Priest!Gerard
REC: This is gorgeous. I love the off-center placement and the monsters lurking in the shadows behind him. (2011-11-13)
INFO: Coloured art of Gerard. AU.
artist:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  concept:supernatural  occupation:priest/monk  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:rec:art  posted:2011-11  recced:2011-11  art:technique:digital.art 
november 2011 by turlough
saramondo: St. Gerard of Waye
REC: This is really beautiful. I love the flat golden-y background that makes it look almost like a Russian icon and the flecks of red on the quill and the contrast between the ornate cross and the heavy black robes. (2010-02-14)
INFO: Coloured art of Gerard as a Christian monk. AU.
artist:saramondo  fandom:Bandom  concept:religion  occupation:priest/monk  band:My.Chemical.Romance  posted:2010-02  recced:2010-02  !meta:rec:art  art:technique:digital.art 
february 2010 by turlough
tabula_x_rasa: Up the Line (World War I 'verse 1)
REC: A story of some soldiers, VADs, doctors, and nurses on the Western Front in August, 1918. This is how you write historical AUs! Lots of little details that are just "there", never intruding into the story but anchoring it firmly in a specific time and place. WWI was such a horrible, meaningless war but the writer has infused this story with so much friendship and love that manages to balance the sad and angry-making parts. There are terrible and heartbreaking moments - the whole sequence when Gerard goes looking for Frank and the scene with the private with the damaged back are two that I know will stay in my memory for a long time - and it doesn't end happily for everyone, but it isn't BLEAK. (2009-06-21) This is one of the best historical AUs I've ever read. There's a multitude of historical details that helps to create atmosphere and to anchor the story firmly in time and place. They are never allowed to encroach on the main focus of the story though. It remains strongly centered on the characters and storyline. For anyone who knows something about World War I hower, things like the mysterious 'flu and mentions of the French Army mutiny serve to enrich the story and are also a welcome reminder that the writer knows her stuff. As I said, the focus of the story is on the characters and all the main ones are strong and memorable personalities. Formed by their experiences in the war but still true to their bandom selves. I'm particularly enamoured by the way Gerard and Pete are written. WWI was a horrible, meaningless war but the writer has infused the story with so much friendship and love that it manages to balance the horrifying and angry-making parts. It doesn't end happily for everyone, but it isn't a *bleak* story. (2014-01-23)
QUOTE: "Anyway," Gerard sighed as they stumped down the muddy duckboards, "at least I can talk to you. We're with the British Ambulance Drivers and we can't even talk to the Americans anymore. I spent 15 minutes yesterday trying to bum a fag off one of them. I didn't even ask for a light, God knows how long that would have taken."
The doughboy, who'd been nicked in the leg by shrapnel and had every reason to be in good spirits, laughed merrily. "You've got to learn to be bilingual, mate. Like me. Bloody *sweaters*, I ask you."
"Fuck off," Gerard grinned. "Think I'm not? Half of English slang is Hindustani; it took me for-fucking-ever to learn." He was surprised he was in such a good mood; usually Gerard hated advances. Of course, he hadn't gone over the top yet with this one, so that might have something to do with it. A shell exploding in a mostly unoccupied section of trench was nothing. Men who got injured but could practically walk on their own, like this private, was pretty cheering. Nothing like a stint in the hospital to do a man good.
They stumbled down the track a bit more before they ran into Lt. Mitchell of the BEF who was much stronger than he looked and heading in the right direction, so Gerard left the private in his care and went back to help Mikey.
If he could find Mikey. Apparently the last of the injured from the trench had been removed and Mikey must have had a critical case he thought would make it if he fucked off with their ambulance, Betsy, on his own. He would probably be back in time to run the injured from the evening hate to the Casualty Clearing Station and at least he had a tiny bit of protection. Betsy's rusty metal wouldn't stop a whizzbang but it did stop the rain, mostly.
Gerard hunted up a bit of metal roof to stand under and carefully unwrapped his cigarettes. He wanted good, warm, strong coffee with sugar and cream, and he wanted a ham sandwich on soft bread with cheese and lettuce and tomato, and somewhere under all that he wanted to drink something alcoholic until he couldn't remember anything but drinking, and none of them had any possibility of happening.
He had a cigarette, though, and Gerard tried to convince himself that what he wanted was some bully beef and some warm water, because there was a possibility of that happening. It would be enough, somehow.
Gerard's wants at this point consisted almost entirely of food, sleep, cigarettes and having Mikey somewhere nearby. He didn't even really want the war to end or to go home, because he wasn't sure the war could end and they were all well past the point of going home. Gerard couldn't imagine what there was to talk about with someone who hadn't seen No Man's Land. It was much too big to talk around. Impossible to talk about.
On the whole Gerard was content to stand around and wait, and he didn't think too much about any one thing. He tried to blow smoke rings, but it was too windy. He wasn't worried about Mikey finding him; Mikey was excellent at finding Gerard.
The evening hate bombardment started up; it wouldn't be too much longer until it was dark, and then Gerard and Mikey could go over the top and start pulling out men who looked likely to survive the transport. (54,630 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/230398 )
author:tabula_x_rasa  fandom:Bandom  concept:war  condition:injury  condition:illness  condition:mental.illness  concept:char.death  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:military  occupation:doctor/nurse  occupation:priest/monk  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:the.front  setting:clinic/hospital  period:WWI  period:1910s  geography:Europe:France  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  band:Cobra.Starship  band:The.Academy.Is  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Gerard  pov:Pete  pov:Brendon  pov:William  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  universe:World.War.I.verse  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Patrick/Pete(secondary)  pairing:Brendon/Ryan(secondary)  pairing:Jon/Spencer(secondary) 
june 2009 by turlough
bexless: Heaven Help Us (Unholy 'verse 3)
REC: The third and final story in the Unholy 'verse were everything that's been building up in the first two stories comes to a head. It's just as good as the previous stories if not even better. It's scary and intense and heartbreaking and completely absorbing and I really like how the happy ending isn't perfect - it couldn't be after what they've gone through - but still so very sweet and quietly happy. Bexless's writing is as fantastic as ever with first class characterisations and group dynamics, the way she writes demon-possessed Gerard is absolutely brilliant and her Frank is so wonderfully real, so angry and hopefull and hopeless, all at the same time. (2009-05-24)
QUOTE: Craig went off to see what he could do about the kids, and the rest of them settled down to a 'find the symbol' research session that proved ultimately fruitless.
"It's just not *anywhere*," Gerard said, slamming his book closed in frustration. "Why the *fuck* didn't we stay at the Vatican? The Cardinal could have figured this shit out in five minutes."
"Don't underestimate yourself," Mikey said.
Gerard shook his head. "I just wish I could remember. I mean, we have to assume I wasn't dead, right? People don't just come back from the dead."
"But you weren't breathing," Brian frowned. "Father, you had no pulse. They put you in a fucking body bag."
Gerard waved his hand. "People seem dead and then aren't all the time."
"On the Discovery Channel!" Ray said eagerly. "See, that's what I said."
Bob leaned forward. "So the real question is, where did you go when they lost your body, how did you find us in the street, and what the fuck did you do that sent the Hoods to the floor?"
"And why can't I *remember* any of it?" Gerard sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "This crap is so much easier to deal with when it's happening to someone else."
"You're telling me," said Frank.
Gerard looked up and studied Frank's face for a minute. "How did it not drive you crazy?" he said. "When it was you?"
Frank didn't know what to say. The truth was it did drive him crazy. It still did. He was starting to feel like it always would. "I don't know," he said eventually, not looking at anyone. "The show must go on, I guess."
Everyone was quiet for a minute. Then Brian said, "Look, why don't we take this back to basics."
Gerard frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Remember when it was Frank, and we had our first research session?" Everyone nodded. "Well, let's do that. Father, you'll make a list of things to look out for. We'll write them up when we find them, keep the categories separate, and maybe a pattern will start to emerge."
"I think that's a great idea," Ray said, "But can we call a time out first? I need some air or something."
"Me too," said Gerard and Mikey in unison, which made them both laugh.
"Maybe we can go for a walk in the grounds," Ray suggested.
Frank could have gone with them, but he was finding it difficult to be around Gerard, if he was totally honest. He just felt like there should be more, like something should have changed after everything that happened, but Gerard seemed much the same as he ever had, if a little more temperamental. Before, he'd felt like they were closer than they'd ever been - and he should have been expecting something to give, because it was driving them both out of their minds, but he would take it over this weirdness. (68,480 words)
author:bexless  fandom:Bandom  universe:Unholy.verse  activity:exorcism  beings:demons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:religion  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  concept:possession  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  occupation:priest/monk  occupation:supernatural.investigator  occupation:wizard/witch  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  geography:Europe:Italy  geography:US:Chicago  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:The.Used  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2009-05  recced:2009-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:horror  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
may 2009 by turlough
theopteryx: Fanart for bexless's 'Heaven Help Us' (Unholy 'verse)
REC: Fantastic drawing of Frank and Gerard. I love how the red string contrasts with the b/w, how Frank's part is just a few loops while Gerard's is a huge tangled mass, such a wonderful symbol of their relationship and feelings for each other. (2009-05-24)
INFO: B/w and red drawing of Frank and Gerard. AU.
artist:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  universe:Unholy.verse  occupation:priest/monk  band:My.Chemical.Romance  posted:2009-05  recced:2009-05  !meta:rec:art  art:technique:digital.art  art:source:fanfic  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
may 2009 by turlough
theopteryx: Fanart for bexless's 'Staring Through the Demons' (Unholy 'verse)
REC: Absolutely fantastic b/w art of Mikey watching Gerard and Frank kissing. It's so stark and bare and the composition is wonderful. I love the way your gaze first centers on Gerard and Frank in the strip of light and then gets drawn to Mikey's profile in the darkness, only to go back to Frank and Gerard and start noticing all the lovely details. (2009-01-25)
INFO: B/w drawing of Mikey, Frank and Gerard. AU.
artist:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  universe:Unholy.verse  occupation:priest/monk  band:My.Chemical.Romance  posted:2009-01  recced:2009-01  !meta:rec:art  art:source:fanfic  art:technique:pens  !!FAVOURITE.ART  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2009 by turlough
soloproject: Fanart for bexless's 'Staring Through the Demons' (Unholy 'verse)
REC: Very cool art of the whole team looking very heroic and badass. My favourites are probably Bob, so menacing with his ax and stripey socks, and Ray, all calm and collected with his bag of magic ingredients. (2008-12-14)
INFO: Coloured drawing of MCR. AU
(also at http://bunnyluz.deviantart.com/art/MCR-I-am-All-Things-Unholy-105835943 )
artist:soloproject  fandom:Bandom  universe:Unholy.verse  occupation:supernatural.investigator  occupation:priest/monk  band:My.Chemical.Romance  posted:2008-12  recced:2008-12  !meta:rec:art  art:source:fanfic  art:technique:digital.art  art:technique:pens 
december 2008 by turlough
stereomer: A Red So Deep
REC: This story's based on the movie 'Constantine' that I (of course :-) haven't seen, neither have I read the comic so I suspect there were nuances and allusions that I managed to miss. On the whole I'd no problem following the story though and I really liked it. It's stark and understated with a wonderful visual quality to the action scenes and I really liked the Frank characterisation. (2008-12-14)
QUOTE: "Better than a shower," says Brendon. He tilts his head back while holding his arms out at his sides as everything staining the ground and their clothes slowly becomes gathered up as well, joining up together like some kind of supernatural mercury. The fire goes from yellow to orange to shades of red before folding in on itself and quenching abruptly, leaving the scene as cold and empty as any other parking garage in the city.
"Hellfire and brimstone," Brendon announces into the quiet.
"Hear ye, amen," Frank says. He shakes his hair out of his eyes, trying to fight the exhaustion coming over his body. It's probably only around 2:00 in the morning, which is way early compared to his sleepless nights as a teenager. Next to him, Brendon is standing attentively and Frank can tell he's satisfied with how the night's gone.
It occurs to Frank that they're evolving into the stereotypical duo - the world-weary trooper with his bright-eyed sidekick. At that thought, he considers taking the Holy Shotgun to his own head, but that would mean one less round for the demonic motherfuckers that actually deserve it and Frank is all for the better good, so he resists.
He stretches his arms up, palms turned toward the ceiling, then drops them limply at his sides. "Pancake time?"
"Your turn to buy," Brendon tells him.
They begin the trek up the ramp, in the direction of the yellow arrows painted onto the concrete. "I feel like it's been my turn to buy the past three times," Frank muses. He feels the gun brush up against his upper arm with every step.
"You're the one with the day job. Me, I just stay at home and research shit in hopes that you'll let me do something cool one day."
"Like what? Shoot stuff? And I'd hardly call playing in a deadbeat band a day job."
"It's a job, that you do in addition to this other job. It's a day job. And yes, shooting stuff," Brendon agrees. "Poking stuff with sharp things from the first century. Exorcising stuff."
"I let you burn stuff," Frank points out. (14,340 words)
author:stereomer  fandom:Bandom  activity:exorcism  beings:demons  beings:angels  concept:supernatural  concept:religion  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death(past)  concept:suicide  concept:violence  things:wings  occupation:supernatural.investigator  occupation:priest/monk  setting:bar/club  setting:hell  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  band:The.Used  pov:Frank  posted:2008-12  recced:2008-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:source:movie  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
december 2008 by turlough
bexless: Staring Through the Demons (Unholy 'verse 2)
REC: In this sequel to 'I Have Been All Things Unholy' the mismatched group of supernatural investigators continues to save lives and help make people's life better but the personal cost to the characters is mounting. Just as brilliant as the first story. It's got first class dialogue and characterisations, fabulous group dynamics, religious discussions that are in character and not just mouthpieces for the writer as so often is the case, and interpersonal conflicts that are belivievable and heartbreaking. (2008-12-07)
QUOTE: "We're not going to find out anything real unless we can get them to open up," Gerard sighed, rubbing his forehead when they were having a meeting the next day. "But I don't see that happening. They don't trust us."
"They don't have any reason to," Frank said. "They don't know who we are."
Gerard sighed. "Frankie, we've been over this. We agreed."
"No, you decided. I still think it's best to tell them -"
"What, Frank, that we watched you almost bleed to death from stigmata so we know our shit?"
"If we have to! Do you think I would have told you shit if I didn't know you were a priest?"
Mikey rolled his eyes, willing Gerard to back down so they could get on with what they were doing.
Of course, he didn't. "You didn't tell me shit anyway; as I recall you tried to throw me out of your apartment and then neglected to give me any information that might help you."
"Fuck you, I did not, you're such a-"
"Guys!" Brian cut in sharply. "There isn't time for Frank and Gerard's Great Debates right now, okay? We're going to be in Chicago in two days."
Gerard raised his hands in apology. Frank looked mad, but he went quiet, staring grumpily out of the window.
Brian went on, "We *have* to have this figured out by then because I don't think Bob's folks will be thrilled to put us all up indefinitely."
"Are you kidding?" said Bob. "It's my *mom*, dude, that's like her dream come true."
"Well, even so," Brian said, smiling slightly. "Father, are you coming to watch the show tonight? You haven't yet."
Gerard shook his head. "I actually thought I'd hang out in the lobby or whatever, see if any more kids get sick."
"Right," Mikey spoke up. "Because you're such a master of blending. You're wearing a *collar*."
Gerard rolled his eyes. "It comes off."
"Are we going out tonight?" Frank said suddenly. Everyone looked at him and he shifted in his seat. "What? Everyone's going out after the show to celebrate... I don't know, staying in one place for five minutes. I thought there might be a few loose tongues worth listening to after a drink or five."
Ray eyed him suspiciously. "You just want to go out and get wasted."
Frank scowled. "What if I do? It's been forever. And besides, we're invited. Cortez asked me if we were going."
"Cortez asked if *you* were going," Bob leered at him.
Frank flipped him off. "I'm just saying, there's no better way to gain someone's trust than getting them completely bombed."
"It certainly worked on that kid from the coffee shop," Bob said mildly, and then ducked, laughing, when Frank tried to punch him in the head.
"Oh my God, I'd forgotten that," Ray snickered. "That wasn't even a seduction, okay, that was a military campaign. The kid never stood a chance!"
"Shut up!" said Frank. "Shut the fuck up, Toro."
"But Frank, I'm straight!" Ray squeaked.
"Sure you are, baby," Bob boomed in an exaggerated pantomime of Frank's voice. "Another beer?" (53,940 words)
author:bexless  fandom:Bandom  universe:Unholy.verse  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:religion  concept:supernatural  concept:magic  concept:char.death(temporary)  condition:illness  condition:PTSD  occupation:supernatural.investigator  occupation:priest/monk  occupation:wizard/witch  occupation:hairdresser  occupation:piercer/tattoo.artist  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:road.trip  setting:on.tour  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:The.Used  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)  pov:Mikey  posted:2008-12  recced:2008-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:horror  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
december 2008 by turlough
bexless: I Have Been All Things Unholy (Unholy 'verse 1)
REC: The first part of this three part epic is very loosely based on the movie Stigmata. Frank is the guy that's been inflicted with stigmata, his best friend Mikey's older brother Gerard is a priest and a investigator for the the Vatican, and together with the rest of Frank's work mates, Brian, Bob, and Ray, they manage to figure out the mystery and save Frank's life. This story is even better than it's reputation. It's so intense and creepy and heartbreaking and hilariously funny it takes my breath away. Lovely writing with incredibly vivid characterisations, and the group dynamics are just fabulous. (2008-07-13)
QUOTE: There was a split second pause between the impact and the pain, like getting hit with something heavy, all the breath knocking out of him and then the air rushed back into his lungs and his back was on *fire*.
"What the fuck," he choked out, and then he couldn't talk anymore, because he was screaming.
The blows came one after the other, never enough time between them for Frank to get his breath. He could barely breathe anyway - there was something on the back of his head, some*one* holding him down, he could feel their fingers digging into his scalp, keeping him there, pushing his face deep into the mattress. The pain was like nothing Frank had ever felt before; not coming from inside him but down onto him, heavy and sharp and so *big*, striking him from shoulders to knees, up and down, again and again and again. He tried to turn over, tried to get enough purchase in the sheets to pull himself away, to get *away from it* but there was that hand on his head and his wrists were tied, he could feel it now, feel the rope cutting into his flesh whenever he twisted and pulled and tried to get free.
He could hear Mikey, hear him yelling Frank's name and Frank thought, 'shit, shit, Mikey, get out of here' but then another blow fell between his shoulder blades and he felt his skin tear with a bright, wet flash, like being slit open with a knife and peeled.
It didn't stop. It still didn't stop, he was bleeding and they were still beating him, they were going to take off his fucking skin. The pain wasn't like a wave or like anything he'd ever read about, it was just constant, it just went on and on and on, he was drowning in it, it was filling up his nose and ears and mouth and getting inside him, he could feel it everywhere, there was nowhere to go. He tried to call out, tried to beg for them to stop, but his voice was muffled by the mattress and clogged with tears, his throat hoarse from screaming and the noises he could make were lost under these sounds he could hear, these sounds like hundreds of people murmuring to each other.
'How can they watch this?', he thought, and then, 'they hate me', and then a blow fell with a sick, sharp thud right under his ear, and he felt the darkness rushing up to meet him and fell gratefully inside.
When he woke up, it was to Mikey's face, white and tear-stained and striped all down one side with blood.
"Shit," Frank croaked, his throat dry and raw. "Mikey, did they hurt you? Did they hurt you?"
Mikey shook his head. He was holding Frank's hand.
"Are they gone?" Frank managed, carefully not looking at the red sheets under his arm. They were white before.
Mikey shook his head again. His mouth was pressed into a tight, pale line, like he was trying not to throw up or cry out or something.
Frank took a few deep, slow breaths, fighting his own battle not to throw up all over the bed. "Mikey, what is it? Are they still here? Who was it?"
"It wasn't anyone," Mikey said eventually, in a tiny voice Frank could barely hear. "Frankie, it wasn't *anyone*."
"What do you mean?"
"There was nobody *here*," Mikey said, his voice cracking. "It was - you were screaming, and you were jerking around everywhere and then, and then you were bleeding, and there was nobody here." (55,150 words)
author:bexless  fandom:Bandom  universe:Unholy.verse  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  beings:animals.dogs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:religion  concept:supernatural  concept:magic  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  things:tattoos  occupation:priest/monk  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:hairdresser  occupation:piercer/tattoo.artist  occupation:supernatural.investigator  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:tattoo.parlour  setting:bar/club  setting:clinic/hospital  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:The.Used  pov:Frank  challenge:2008.BBB  posted:2008-06  recced:2008-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:horror  fic:source:movie  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough

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