You Know What They Do -Frerard-

Frank whimpered but looked down and nodded.
"Just-Just swear you won't hurt him" he whsipered. Mikey smirked.
"Sure, whatever. Oi! PEDRO! Or whatever yourt name is!" he sniggered, smirking at the grumpy looking giant hwo walked over.He grabbed frank by the hair.
"I believe this belongs to you"

the man who was elegedly called pedro grabbed franks arm harshly and smiled up at mikey.
"c'mon little princess, i think it's time for a shower he cackled, dragging frank out of the room and towards the shower block.
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gerard jumped out of his skin when he heared the door open. what if it was mikey? he looked up to see frank and some grotesque man-beast. he looked around for anything he could use for defense. shit.
"what the fuck d'you think you're doing with him?" gerard growled, making both frank and pedro freeze and turn to look at him.
"let him go you son of a bitch."
"what are you gonna do? make me?" gerard laughed, he could try...
suddenly a searing pain shot through his back as he was smashed against the shower block wall.
"i'm gonna fuck you up." pedro snarled. gerard couldnt see clearly, and he was sure he had internal bleeding. no.. external. he felt the shards of tile sticking in his back and he laughed out loud.
"thank you for supplying me with a weapon my good friend. however will i repay you?" i smirked at pedros confused expression before reaching behind him and lunging at pedro with the spike. the blood began to pour out of his face like a river, making him drop gerard and stumble back. gerard stepped forward and slashed at the skin, tearing his face into a grotesque mess.

Frank grabbed hi arm "Gee! Stop!" he called over the nosie and Gerards rage. he dreagged him way from 'Pedro' and stared up at him "Gee, thanks for trying to help me but-"

"but what frank? that sicko was going to hurt you. he's not dead, he will be fine. why do you care so much about him?" gerard said, a twang of jealousy coming through.
"we'd better get out of here." he said after a prolonged silence.

as they past mikey's cell gerard glanced in, noticing a new innmate.

Frank followed, not knowing hjjow to explain to Gerard the deal Mikey had made with him.

Miky returned to his cell, whistling cheerfully and feeling like he was back onm top.

bob cringed at the annoying noise. he didnt want anything to do with the dick he shared a cell with but if he was this much of a twat all the time he was going to have to do something about it.
"would you mind not fucking whistling." bob grunted.

"i'll do what i like" sneered Mikey, whistling louder as he threw himself onto his bunk.

bob snickered.
"be careful little bird. you don't want to risk breaking a wing, how will you fly away..." with that comment mikey stopped whistling. bob smiled to himself. he had been transferred to 3 different prisons before here, he wasnt going to take anyones shit. he didnt care how drastic the measures he had to go to were, he would show this little prick who's boss.

Mikey swallowed "Don't think you're so tough" he sneered, starting to hum.

bob stood up and climbed the first step of the ladder so that he could fully see mikey.
"what are you in here for anyway you little shitface? because you look like a complete fag. the kind i would murder just for the fun of it."

Mikey sneered and flipped him off "It's none fof your business pipsqueak. Now shoo, I have bigger thinsg to think about. I rule the roost here"

bob grabbed him by the neck and dragged him off the bunk like a doll before lodging his head between the steps in the ladder.
"oh really? i highly doubt that little bird. you are so weak and fragile. i could snap your little spine so easily it isnt even funny. but wheres the fun in that hey? a broken arm would be better to watch you squirm... but lets start with a finger." he smiled as he jammed mikeys finger backwards until he heared the click of the bone.

Mikey m,uffled a yell of bane, lashing out backwards "Get off me bitch! I'll stick a fucking knife in your worthless neck!"

bob pushed another finger forwerd. smiling at the cries of pain. he continued until every finger on his right hand was broken. mikey had stopped cursing at him and had begun to beg. just like bob wanted.
"you're right handed right? well have fun writing to mama and papa little birdy." he mocked before getting back into his bunk.

Mikey struggled until he was free of the basrs and gripped his hand, eyes watering in pain. he snarled.
"Myu parents are dead, and you'll pay for this faggot"

Bob laughed, he didn't feel any sympathy towards this little shit.
"Well good luck jacking off then." he sniggered before walking out of the cell and heading towards the cafeteria.

Mikey growled, but collapsed onto his bunk as soon as Bob eft, doing his best nmot to howl in pain. He clutched his hand, tears making their way down his cheeks as he sobbed to himslef, as quietly as possible. He knew he'd need to go to the hospital suite, but he couldn't make his way there without looking weak. He cursed quietly to himself, not hearing the approachingf ootsteps.

"Mikey what's going on?" Gerard squeaked I a timid voice. He had happened to walk past nag caught sight of his brother sobbing on his bed. He didnt want to get close to him, he was terrified, but he couldn't help but be concerned. It was in his nature deep down to submit to emotions.

Mikeys eyes snapped up to gerard, for once looking like the scared child he had been. A small war waged inside him, betw3een his pride and a desire for control and that pain in his fingers. He bowed his head again, tears still rolling down his face.
"Help me" he whimpered, his voice terrifyingly small.

Gerard didn't move from where he stood. He rocked on his heels and sucked his knuckle like a Child. He was suddenly encapsulated with the minuscule holes forming at the ends of his sleeves, panning out into larger holes from where he had been chewing the cuffs.

Another whine escaped Mikey, his fingers now horribly swolen. He was going to KILL that new guy when he next saw him. A small sob escaped his mouth, hating how pathetic he sounded "Please Gee, I need you"

Gerard shook his head violently, pushing out his bottom lip as he began to sob pathetically.
"no." he whined.
"no Mikey. You did a bad thing. I ought to tell dad so you get punished but I won't. I won't because that's not what good brothers do." he began to blubber, sounding more and more like a child.
"dads gonna scold me if he finds out what you did. He'll tell me that I should have told him, that I'm dirty for letting you." he began to scrape his nails down his face, shaking in fear of his dead father.

Mikey whimpered, strugging to his feet. He stumbled over and grabbed gerards arms, pinning him against the wakll in the fit of shared phsycosis between the brothers "You better not tell dad, he'll kill us both" he said almost angrily "What we did was fine, it's fine because we love eachother right/ You said you loved me"

Gerard shook his head violently.
"no... I love you..bu-t papa says it's wrong...I-I." Gerard squeezed his eyes shut n a vain attempt to stop the tears that were freely flowing down his cheeks. He tried to struggle free, sobbing louder as he felt the wall against his back and he slid down it in silent defeat.

"Papa lies gee!" Mikey cried, crouching with his hands either side of Gerard, he kissed his forehead and pulled him close "We'll be ok gee, we-we just acnt listemn to them, OK?!"