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Halloween. There was supposed to be a surprise party for Frankie after the show. Nobody knew who had planned it, but they all were going. The invitations had arrived by mail at the guy's houses a month in advance. The invite said absolutely no discussing the party. Bob, Ray and Mikey all thought Gerard had planned it, and Gerard thought Ray and Bob had come up with the idea. His invitation said that he would be the one to bring Frankie to the address. After the show, the guys all headed out, leaving Frankie with Gerard.

"I don't know why they all bailed on us," Frankie griped "it's my birthday. We should be doing something fun!"

"Well I am going to a Halloween party, why don't you just come along with me?" Gerard tried to sound casual. "I'm sure there will be some hot girls there..."

"Yeah, Okay since you put it that way!" Frankie cheered up

The cab stopped in front a huge, old, Victorian house. It looked totally abandoned, except the candles flickering on the porch. There weren't even any Halloween decorations. They sat there for a minute in the cab just looking at the house. Gerard had no idea who lived there, but he didn't want to let Frankie know that. It would ruin the surprise, and if the creepy looking house was any indication it was going to be a good one.

"The party is here? Frankie asked wearily, looking at the dark house.

"Yeah, replied Gerard It's Halloween ya know... his voice trailed off. They were both into haunted houses and freaky things like that, but for some reason they were both just a little creeped out.

"and what, we lost a bet? Frankie said softly. Let's just go back to the bus I bet there is still some birthday cake left."

Gerard opened his door "Naw c'mon, chicken" he said getting out of the cab. Frankie got out too and together they started up the over grown, brick walkway. They paused and looked at each other as the cab drove away.

"No turning back now! What is wrong with us anyway?" he asked as the continued towards the porch. They were both laughed, stopping short when the front door opened.

"Greetings gentlemen." She said "Please come in we have been waiting for you." They climbed the stairs and entered the house. The door closed behind them.

"May I offer you a drink?" She held a tray with heavy silver goblets on it. They each smiled and took one. Frankie noticed the contents were a dark red as he took a drink. The liquid was thick and sweet on his tongue.

Gerard was more interested in their hostess. She was amazingly beautiful. Dressed in a gothic gown, she looked like a perfect vampire for Halloween. Raven black hair flowed down her back. Pale, white skin seemed to glow in the candlelight. Her crystal clear blue eyes, familiar somehow, sparkled and snapped belying her calm demeanor. He took that as a sign of excitement to come. She hid a smile behind her blood red lips.

"My name is Daylynn, please join me in the parlor gentlemen" She turned, her long black cloak swirling behind.

"She's fucking hot!" Frankie whispered to Gerard. He nodded in reply.

The walls in the house all seemed to be covered in the same dark paneling. The furniture was deep red velvet. On every wall there were black iron sconces holding candles with red wax beading on their sides. She gestured and they sat on the love seat.

"Please drink, relax. We will join the others in a moment." She walked over and picked up a log, throwing it on the dying fire. It crackled back to life.

Gerard held up his goblet, "To you, Frankie, Happy Birthday!" They toasted and drank deep. She watched and smiled.

II

About an hour later Gerard woke up, his head was pounding. He went to put his hand to his temple and found he couldn't. He was in shackles, and they were fastened to the wall! He looked down and saw that there were chains around his feet and they too were attached to the wall. "What the fuck!?" he thought looking around. It was too dim to really see anything, there was one candle burning on a table that contained a lot of dangerous looking knives and tools.

"Frankie?" he whispered

"Awake are you Gerard? I should've known you would be the first to come to. I suppose your system is more used to the abuse of drugs. Don't worry I won't tell a soul that your not 'clean and sober' anymore." Her voice was quiet, yet razor sharp. She emerged from the darkness, illuminated by the match she had struck to light another candle. "I enjoy the candlelight, so much more... traditional."

"Where is Frankie?" Gerard asked

"Oh is it still like that? Always about Frankie isn't it? You didn't even think to ask about the rest of your friends. And what about your precious little brother?"

"Mikey! Where is he? Is this some joke the guys are pulling on me?" Gerard tried to smile.

"If only it were that simple... so you want to see your brother?"

He nodded.

"Your sure?"

"Damn it! What have you done with them!?"

She walked over to the wall and lit more candles. Gerard could see more of the room now. They were in a basement, only a small area of it was lit, but he could make out that it was very old, and very damp. The wall to his right was dirt. A rat scooted away alarmed by the candles that had been lit. There was what appeared to be a large piece of furniture covered with a tarp about 10 feet in front of him. She walked to it and stopped. Giving Gerard a wicked grin she yanked the tarp off.

"Mikey!!" Gerard sobbed.

There sat his baby brother bound to what was obviously and antique electric chair. He was clearly not conscious. A small stream of blood trickled down the side of his face. His trademark glasses were gone. She leaned over and kissed Mikey gently on the forehead.

"Poor, sweet, shy, Mikey." She murmured.

"Is he...? " Gerard could barely talk.

"Oh he's alive, Gerard... It's just too bad Ray and Bob couldn't stick around to join us. I so would have liked to have everyone here. They have been taken care of I'm sure." As if on cue there was a chilling howl and blood curdling scream from somewhere outside the house. " I know I can always count on my pets to take care of anyone that thinks they can escape. They were strong boys; I would have enjoyed toying with them. Such a shame." she sighed, walking back over to Gerard.

"And Frankie?" he whispered.

"Don't you see Gerard that is exactly why you are here!" She snapped, "Do you have to see him? Maybe I can wake him up for you." She walked away into the dark and came back pushing a make shift gurney. As it came into the light Gerard could see Frankie strapped to the table. There was even a leather strap holding his head down. He was also unconscious. She smiled at him, and held a small dagger near Frankie's throat. She began to slice downward.

"NO!" Gerard shouted.

"SHH!" She said, cutting way Frankie's shirt. "Nice body..." She removed the material deftly. Then held the tip of the knife to Frankie's stomach, and began carving as she went. He moaned as blood began to ooze. She wiped it away, and grinned at her creativity. "There's a g" she looked at Gerard "Appropriate?" Frankie was still unconscious. "Guess I drugged him a little to much if that didn't wake him, sorry Gerard guess you'll have to wait!" She licked the blood off her hand.

From the electric chair, Mikey began to move around, slowly coming to. He looked up bewildered. He spotted his brother hanging on the wall like a piece of artwork.

"Gee?!" He asked.

"No don't talk, unless you want me to cut out your tongue! Hmm, let's see, Gerard, how much I can hurt you with out even touching you." She walked towards Mikey stopping at the table to pick up a pair of pliers. She went around behind the chair grabbing Mikey by the hair, pulling his head back. She gripped the pliers "Open wide, Mikey." He clamped his mouth shut. She slammed the pliers into the side of his head. "I said open your fucking mouth!" He did as he was told.

"Okay, now Gerard pick a tooth."

"No!"

"No?" She asked looking at Gerard. "Oh, okay then I guess I won't do that since you don't want me to." She let go of Mikey's hair, and began to walk away. Gerard could hear his little brother crying softly, he sighed with relief, too soon though. She stopped in front of the chair; Gerard couldn't see what she was doing. He could hear Mikey.

"No, please don't..." Mikey was sobbing now pleading with his captor. She took him by the hand, clamped the pliers on the tip of his thumbnail and yanked. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mikey screamed in anguish. She went to the other side and did the same to that hand. Mikey almost passed out from the pain.

"Stop it!" Gerard yelled.

All the screaming managed to wake Frankie. He was still very groggy and disoriented.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked trying to get up. Daylynn walked over to where he was laying.

"Nice of you to join the living, she smiled, picking up her knife. "You don't mind me adding to your body art?" She gestured to his tattoos. "This will be so much more original." She began carving an e into his stomach.

"Ughh!" He screamed "Ssstopp!!!!!!! What the fuck!!??" She moved on to the r. He screamed louder. She paused, "Frankie, you are pissing me off! Now shut up!" She moved the knife to his neck. "Your choice, take the pain or do without? But let me tell you the pain is the only thing that lets you know you're still alive. Get me?"

"Pain!" was Frankie's choked reply.

She continued her body art, finishing the full name of Gerard; she leaned over and licked the blood off his muscled stomach. Frankie whimpered. Mikey was still crying, she walked back to him. Kneeling in front of him, she put her hand on his. "I'm sorry Mikey, this is all your brother's fault you know..."

"Why!? Gerard exploded, I don't even know you!"

"Exactly!" She stood and spun to face him. She put her hand gently on his cheek. "Sweet, beautiful, Gerard. I wished you remembered me. I don't want to hurt you but I have to." She turned her back to him for a minute, going to the table where the tools were. He couldn't see what she was doing. He didn't think he wanted to know. She picked something up and came back to him. A hammer in one hand and a long spike of a nail in the other, she was strong enough to hold his hand flat as she held the nail to his palm. He looked at her in disbelief. She pulled back and SLAM! With one hit the nail shot thru his hand. He howled in pain. To distracted he didn't even have a chance to try to protect the other one. Crunch! He felt the nail break through the bones. To make it even more painful she hit both his knees with the hammer, causing them to give out, and pull his body weight against the nails that now held him to the wall.

"Oh, God!" He sobbed.

Mikey was fighting trying to get free to help his big brother. She stomped over to him and backhanded him, knocking him out. Turning around she grabbed a bottle of alcohol off the table, she went to the make shift surgeons table where Frankie laid. She took the cap off and poured it on his open wound. He writhed in pain.

" Wouldn't want that to get infected!" She laughed.

Frankie glared up at her. " You fucking, sick, psychotic bitch!" He spit at her. She slapped his face so hard that Gerard heard the snap of Frankie's nose breaking. Blood splattered across the room.

"I told you not to talk Frankie! You just make things worse!! I told him didn't I Gerard?" She headed back to Mikey, ripping his t-shirt open. "I wouldn't want you to feel left out. She put the knife to his chest, and sliced. A perfect copy of the letter g, just the way Gerard signed his autograph. "There, there." she soothed as Mikey sobbed. "We want the world to know just how much your brother loves you."

Gerard was beginning to lose it. Blood dripped from his hands. "Why?" he whimpered. She came back to him.

"Because of this." she motioned to the other two. " You love these two so much, but not me. And they prevented me from getting to you when I needed you." She sliced open his shirt as she talked. "You don't even remember me do you? I was so innocent until that night." She ran her long black fingernail down his bare chest. " Two years ago. That's all. Ray recognized me. But you don't."

"I don't remember much from that long ago. There were a lot of drugs and alcohol then..."

"It was only one night, she continued as if he hadn't spoken, but I'll never forget because of Bella." She looked him in the eye. He was confused she knew but she had to tell him. "Bella, Gerard, she was our baby."

"Baby?" Gerard whispered.

"I tried to tell you, no one believed me. I even talked to Frankie, I got his phone number and he said that even if it were true, you wouldn't admit to it because of your girlfriend. Bella was the most beautiful baby in the world, she had her father's sad eyes... but she was weak... too weak..."she sighed, " I say she died of a broken heart, because her Daddy didn't want her." The sadness in her voice was gone now replaced by rage. She grabbed him by the hair, and began slamming his head into the wall over and over and over. One last time she pulled out the small silver dagger. ,p>"Now you'll always remember." On the flesh where his heart lay beating below, she carved the name Bella; she added a heart around it. She kissed him softly then. He moaned as he faded in and out of consciousness. On his hip she carved her own name.

Time to finish this; she thought returning her attention to Frankie. She raised her dagger above his chest. She paused thinking she heard a noise. BAM!! The basement door flew open! Bob and Ray rushed in. Bloodied and torn clothing, they were alive. Bob grabbed for Daylynn. She slashed at him with the knife. He dodged it the first time, but the second time she connected and his arm split open. He lunged for her and she stabbed him in the gut. Bob fell to the floor.

Ray came at her from the back, he knocked her to the ground and she dropped the knife. They fought hard. Fists flew and blood was covering them both. Finally she kneed him in the groin, it took his breath away long enough for her to get to her feet. She stood and kicked him in the head. It was a lost cause, she knew. Certain they had called the cops, she fled. Besides she didn't have enough restraints for everyone.

Two months later. Gerard lay on his side facing the empty white wall. He was staring, and rocking back and forth. He whispered as he rocked "I'm sorry, its all my fault, I'm sorry...." he repeated it over and over. Once in a while he would sob out the name Bella.

Ray, Bob, and Frankie sat in the waiting room, patiently until visiting hours began, as they did everyday. They would go to see Mikey first. His room was right next to his brothers. They all bore the scars of that night, some physical but the worst mental. Mikey had never recovered; he had been admitted to the asylum two days later after being treated at the hospital. He just lay there. He never even moved. Ray thought it was like talking to a corpse, and it just freaked Bob out period. But they went and sat with him because he was their friend. Gerard had almost recovered but had a break down when he found out the baby had really existed. The authorities had exhumed the tiny body and DNA tests had proved Gerard was indeed the father. Visiting Gerard was just as hard on the guys as visiting, Mikey. At least Gerard talked, not to them, but once in awhile it seemed like he recognized them.

They were in Gerard's room when the door opened, and a voluptuous, blonde nurse walked in.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." Her voice sent chills down Frankie's' spine. She set her med tray down and picked up a syringe.

"Doesn't he usually get pills?" Ray asked

"We're trying a new medication, Dr's orders." The nurse smiled tapping the air out of the vial. She grabbed Gerard's shoulder to turn him on his back, so he would stop rocking.

"He's afraid of needles." Frankie said.

"That's okay." She replied.

Gerard rolled over and looked up in a moment of clarity. He met the familiar blue eyes that haunted him.

"DAYLYNN!! NOOOO!!" He screamed. It was too late the needle was stuck in his chest. Revenge was hers.