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Chapter 4) Sing for the king baby-blue.

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Bob had showed him close to anything on there section. At the beginning of the long L shaped building where a few office. Two of them where for the ‘staff,’ who’d been away while they where walking there tour. Something happened in one of the other buildings, that happened a lot, according to Bob. There was one office also accessible for them. It was for therapy. When bob told him that he nearly broke a few teeth, his jaw had clutched so tight.

There where five bedrooms, but because one of them had transferred to another building there where only four of them at the moment. A relieve, again according to Bob. There last patient had been a pain in the ass. The poor bastard suffered from Mysophobia and had no life in there building. There came cleaners once a week, Gerard refused to clean up anything, so the house was a mess most of the time. The poor guy never stood a chance.

Three months there group had been one big piece of chaos. A group has a trigger effect, if it’s in harmony everything is great. But the moment one member falls apart balance is taken.
Relations shift, people start to irritate the other members, what eventually will lead to a fight. This time however it never came to a final crash, just a lot of shaking up.

But let’s get back to the point. Bob had introduced him to ‘the classroom’. Apparently even loco’s had to go to school. Great, now there was no way out, skipping classes was going to be impossible because he lived at school. Somehow they didn’t get it. He, depressed. School, hell. Add together, bad combo.

Other then that there wasn’t much in the building, just a few storing rooms for the stuff they couldn’t dump in there room. And a closet for the cleaners.

“So that’s kinda the house then. Welcome to Monroeville.” Said Bob and ended there tour in back in the living room. The creep had left the TV and was nowhere to be found.

“Monroeville?” He repeated a bit cynical.

“Yes, our little psychopath came up with that along the way. He missed home so he started to call this place Monroeville.” Bob explained. “It’s better then department 499 I guess… Anyway that’s about it, this is the place your going to be locked in for a while.”

“You really know how to cheer up a guy don’t ya.” He snored annoyed and sunk into the five-sit couch. Now that he walked through it, it seemed quit all right. All right, if in it’ll do. No crazy fuck had jumped him yet and the living room was alright, beside the fact they had chosen to paint it sunny-bright yellow.

He would give his life for a beer or something, literally give his life. No kidding. Why was his good friend Jack Daniels not around? Why did he had to be here? Why couldn’t he just be home, lock himself in his room and play the same kind of sappy music over and over until his head would blow apart.

“-Baby blue eyes. Behind baby blue eyes.” Someone said on a sing-song way. The creep had entered the room again and sat down on one of the stools at the cabins. He turned around and around, repeating is little song. “Nobody knows what’s it’s like… Right blue-eyes?”

His old annoying habit of nail biting started to get a comeback. His eyes lingered towards the performing creep but never made eye contact. Same thing with dogs, he didn’t like dogs. If you made eye contact they would attack.

“Your really a quiet one baby-blue.” The creep purred from his stool and drummed on the cabin. “You ain’t going to last like this for ever and ever right?” He felt how two wickedly insane eyes burned in his face and he had trouble keeping his eyes on his fingertips.

The creep sniggered. “Your ain’t going to hold up the silence act forever. C’mon, what’s your secret baby-blue? Why are you in here with the Good the Bad and the Insanity? What did you do so wrrrrrrong your sweet-sweet mommy and daddy dumped you here? Been bad baby-blue? C’mon share with the group, share that’s what you do with your group, c’mon baby-blue spill it out.”

“Stop calling me that stupid fuck!” Frank snapped. Why did that freak keep on rambling, wasn’t his presence torture enough? The annoying way he drummed his fingers on the table made him ready to strangle him. “My name is Frank and I have brown eyes. OR HAZEL if that’s what you want to call it, but knock the nicknames!”

To his annoyance they creep started to summon up the chorus from Behind these hazel eyes.

Frank never believe in violence and had been beaten senseless a few times for taking that statement. But even though his mild character that guy turned him in a state to kill.

He jumped up, finally piercing his eyes into the lighter once. “KNOCK IT OFF!”

His reaction seemed to excite the creep, he sat up and folded his hands together. “Why?”

“BECAUSE YOU ANNOY THE FUCK OUT OF ME!” He snapped.

Gerard cracked his knuckles. “Sorry Frankie that was a rhetorical question. As in ‘why do you think I will stop?’ I’m Way, the only Way and you better do everything my way.” He seemed to rethink his words and then nodded. “Jup, that’s it. Welcome to Monroeville Frankie-pooh.”

Really, normally he would turned away. But his last few days had been hell. Hitting bottom after bottom. And every time he bit his lip, closed his eyes and let himself slip deeper into that dark pit. And now that pit opened, with it all the rage, loathing and hate bursting up.

Everything happened in a red flash. A blur and before he knew it he’d pinned the creep into the cabin. He’d jammed him so hard he could hear his shoulder cling onto the kitchen furniture. His head bounced hard and for a moment the creep seemed in real pain. Then he looked up at him and smiled flattered. “Well tickle, tickle Tinkerbelle. Bit touchy huh?”

“SHUT UP!” Frank heard himself grunt with a voice much lower then he could remember. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Two eyes sparkled, the mouth turned in a smirk one of the wickedest he could remember. “I’m crazy like you, lollipop!” Then he drew his head up and licked him in the face.

Frank cried out like a little girl and jolted up, letting the creep go in the process. He sprinted backwards, rubbing his face violently. “Holey fuck, you crazy shit! YOU LICKED ME!”

Gerard jumped back on the counter and liked his lips. “Yeah and you taste like strawberries.”
For the second time that day his jaw must have hit the floor and his face felt expressionless. Really what kind of snapback could he make after that? Calling him names didn’t work, threatening didn’t work, hurt him didn’t seem to have any effect. Even screaming and cursing didn’t help. Now that even helped with his parents, he had no card left!

“GERARD GO TO YOUR ROOM!” Both the boys turned there head towards the doorway. Sarah stood there, both her arms tugged on her waist. “You have about three seconds to go to your room and if I see you sneaking around your going to be toast buster! You hear me?!”

Somehow her threats had more effect on him even though he’d screamed and cursed along.

Gerard seemed to shrink a bit and stepped off the counter. Childish he slowed down his passes until he got by the door and earned another furious look of the therapist to be.

“Room now Way.” She scolded at him.

“As you wish your majesty!” He mocked, but quickly left the room.

“That guy is seriously wacko!” Frank told her, still stunned by everything that happened. “Seriously, if that guy comes near me one more time I’ll do something nasty to him! I didn’t come her to get molested by some crazy fuck! Jesus, that guy is just mental!” He whipped over his cheeks once again. “Did you see what he did?! He licked me! IN THE FACE!”

“He’s not as bad as he presents himself to be.” Sarah tried to hush him. But that only lit up his flames.

“NOT THAT BAD?! O, no sure that’s what you people keep telling me! HELLO, AM I THE ONLY SANE PERSON IN THIS PRISON!? Am I the only guy who’s thinking clear here in Monroe-fucking-ville?!” His eyes shot through the room and his gaze got caught by a window. “I need to get out man, I really have to get out!” He stepped towards Sarah. “C’mon let me out! Showtime is over! LET.ME.OUT!” He screamed on top of his lungs.

Not the brightest idea you could have in a nuthouse. From two sides two very big and very strong man run in. He gulped when he saw the Hulk and Tarzan sprinted in his direction. ‘O shit!’ His conscious hissed. ‘Crap!’ He thought, ‘now I’m really going crazy!’ As a little kid he got grabbed by his wrist. Tarzan tugged him towards the door. He let his shoulder hang, sheepish he let himself get dragged out of the living room. He’d thought he was going to get send to his room and tensed up when he got dragged along his room number. Concerned he looked from the door to Tarzan.

“That was my room.”

“I know, but your not going to your room.” The giant told him.

He never thought would miss that white sperm-killing room. “Then where am I going?”

Somewhere across the hall a door flung open. Gerard peeked along the corner, music bursting from his room. Satisfied he watched as Frank got dragged through the hall.

“Your ganna sing for the king baby-blue, for the king of rock and roll!”

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Kay I'm going to post 1 chapter a day, at least today I will update 2 chapters because I wanna hurry up a bit
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