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Title: Cynical [Pro/?]
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
POV: Third
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot and original characters.
Summary: My Chemical Romance, hit teen band, has finally decided to come out of leave to start working on their next album. Brian, their manager, has set up for them to stay in a private hotel in the middle of nowhere with a rather extravagant past inside its grand walls. They have the hotel for a month, but the claims on the website say that visitors rarely make it over a week. Passing the stories up as fictitious advertising for business, the five ignore the tales of ghosts and horror to work on their next album to get back on the road. Every day things change a little more and one by one they realize that agreeing to stay in the hotel might have been a bad idea after all.
Warning: Language, sex (possibly), blood, gore, violence, murder,
Author Notes: Here is my next attempt at a 'horror' fic. It's slow paced in the beginning but the action will come as it goes so please be patient.






Prologue--On The Road To Hell

The familiar, temporarily-out-of-retirement white van traveled down the vacant, ghost-like road, the five men inside preparing for the next big journey of their lives. It had been awhile since they were crammed into the small space the van provided and they missed it as much as they didn't. The luxury of the tour bus they now traveled the country in greatly overshadowed the vehicle they were currently confined in. Alas, though, they weren't currently on tour and thus couldn't use the tour bus for the time being, strict words from their manager.

Ray sat in the driver's seat, quietly humming along to the CD that was playing, occasionally tapping against the leather of the steering wheel, conducting the trip to their destination to escape the real world again and work on new material for their overdue album. Mikey sat beside Ray in the passenger's seat, already absorbed in his own world as his laptop rested open on his legs, his fingers constantly darting between the keyboard and his blackberry. Mikey, in Ray's eyes, was a slave to technology and it amused him to watch the younger man constantly jump between the two.

In the middle of the seats, just inside the sliding door, that could fit three people, was completely dominated by Bob, the very talented and usually easy-going drummer of the band. Bob claimed he needed the entire row so he could comfortably sprawl out, not wanting to end up apart of the remaining two's shenanigans along the trip. Unless taking a turn driving, Bob was lounging on the seats with his head on a pillow so it wouldn't smack against the side of the van, legs outstretched and ankles crossed, hands folded on top of his abdomen as his fingers naturally danced to every beat of every song that flowed from the vans speakers. Night or day, asleep or awake, his slim shades covered his eyes.

Gerard shared a similar position to Bob in the very back, just before the small space allotted the trunk, but sat accordingly to accommodate Frank who was usually stretched across him. They were given the back seats for the cover excuse of 'more room' but mainly so the others wouldn't have to see whatever it was they were doing; except for the times whoever was driving mistakenly glanced into the rear view mirror. Gerard didn't care though. Despite the four and half year age difference, Frank was his best friend, boyfriend, and he wasn't going to let anyone or anything prevent him from enjoying that. Sure, they could cut back on the PDA, but what fun would life be if you're not making people squirm? In Gerard's words, if they didn't like it, 'don't look and don't listen'.

And that's how it was. Five great friends, brothers really, blood in Gerard and Mikey's case, traveling in a cramped van with clothes to last about a month, on the way to the hotel reserved for them by their manager; Their equipment already waiting their arrival. They had two years to live in the real world again but now it was time to get back to work, to their life's calling, and start developing the next album. It was surely going to be a experience they would never forget.

At least, it's not something the world's likely to ever forget.







A/N--- So, this story is kinda like the 'Shining' but it's unique too. Gonna be full of bloody gore and graphic murder; especially one of the last chapters. I can gurantee that one might more than likely make you cry. Personally, I laughed; But then again, I have no heart.

I don't know how long/short this is going to be. I have most of the first chapter done and will get that up in the next couple of days.

Like I said, it's slow at first but it will get better. Lots a Ferard. I MIGHT put a sex scene in for a little relief but I might not; depends on comments I get.

Love you, now love me dammit!

xoxo Tabi