Desolation Row (Frerard)

Chapter One

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I took the picture at the side when I saw Frank for the third time, holy hell he's amazing.

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Chapter One

Frank Iero POV

To say I wasn't daunted when the building entered my vision for the very first time would be an incredible lie. And a lie that not even the best reasoning could get even close to becoming convincing.

I don't know whether it was the intimidating way the building seemed to hold itself- with dark shadows looming through each window and vines clutching desperately onto the flaking bricks. Or the fact that I had the knowledge on what was hidden behind the old brick walls.

I played with the thought that I was rather exaggerating my views; after all, I had dealt with extreme cases of schizophrenia and met the world's craziest patients.

I could deal with a hallucinating boy.

With that thought, I took an exaggerated breath and began walking toward Desolation Row, not letting my wandering thoughts discourage me. I even ignored the howling wind as it seemed to beg and plead for me to turn back.

Once I'd reached the large wooden doors that guarded the building, I pressed the intercom button.

"Hello?" a voice called out of the speaker.

"Uh, hi. I'm Frank Iero, the new doc-"

Before I could finish the sentence, a loud buzzing interrupted me as the heavy doors began to open-- the hinges seeming to squeal in protest.

"Alright then." I muttered under my breath as I entered Desolation Row, making sure to shut the door behind me.

The first thing that I noticed upon first inspection was how eerily quiet the place was-- no crazy lunatics were screaming at the top of their lungs while doctors and nurses struggled to hold them down. There was nothing but a long, distinctly quiet hall that was occupied by nothing a small desk at the end of the room with a brunette sat typing furiously behind it.

Clearing my throat, I began to walk slowly toward the wooden desk, my sneakers squeaking loudly against the linoleum floor breaking the silence that was blanketed over the room.

Reaching the desk, I opened my mouth to introduce myself.

That's what sociable people did, right?

Before I could form any utterances, another voice beat me to it.

"Ah! Dr. Iero!" the voice called from behind, gaining my attention and making me swivel to face the source of the noise.

Upon inspection, there was a short built man hurriedly making his way toward my still form. And when I said small, I meant small. This man was just as short as I was which was quite an aberration among fully-grown men.

"We're so glad you're here" the man said as he grew closer, flashing me a pearl white smile, "Good to have you on the team!"

At that, the small man thrust a hand in my direction and I shook it tentatively.

"Thanks, uhh...?" I responded, feeling slightly awkward at not knowing my apparent future colleagues name.

"Oh! Sorry! Pete, my name is Pete, I'm a nurse here." the man I had learnt was called Pete rushed out, a blush rising in his cheeks from embarrassment.