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Frank Iero has been an medicine student for about two years now. He really isn’t one of those people who only have came to choose this path because of their parents, but that doesn’t mean he finds himself pretty easily over there. Frank was always someone of the arts, you can say, but then, why medicine? And there’s your answer: autopsy. He wishes to be a coroner. Most wouldn’t choose this path, after all, the dead can be something very dangerous in fertile minds, but not that it means anything to Frank. Frank is fascinated by death in a way that’s pretty eerie to others. He’s fascinated because it’s something so simple, good, even, but people fear it more as they would fantastic and fictional monsters. To him, death is not something to fear, but a type of comfort, in some way. After all, it doesn’t matter how much pain you live through, there’s always peace waiting for you at the end of the tunnel. It’s, almost literally, sleep, for those who are deprived. You get to sleep forever, no need to stress or worry about nothing anymore. Just… relaxing. Forever.
Back in high school, when he would be called Frankenstein or whatever, he still always liked to think about life, death, and horror literature. What could even be took out of death, and what if Victor Frankenstein had actually a great, possible idea? What if it could happen now, not in the 18th, but the 21st century? Now, with all the equipment available to try and try harder and try again even harder than before in the case something went wrong, just what if? What if science could really get very far and to the start, or restart of everything: life? It would blow his mind away from everything, all the time, almost making him fail every class because of it. It is just so fucking fascinating to him. Whatever.
Even now, in the medicine field, something doesn’t feel right. The thinking of this subject has only become more and more frequent throughout the years. Just like to Victor, the other things never feel as interesting to him as it, awakening the dead. At this point it makes him sick of boredom when not thinking of it, being one of the only things that can bring up his interest, and it is pissing him off really badly right now. Not even the most scary, weird and tremendously disgustingly disturbing horror stories could catch his attention anymore. It was a point where suicide could’ve been a good alternative.
But, something finally happens, after all these years of thinking of corpses, science, life, and whatever, something FINALLY happens. And its name is: Gerard Way. They started having classes together two or three months ago, and, how could Frank never notice him in the campus? Gerard’s name was discovered through time and asking, to other people, obviously. He would never come up to him. Due to observing (and this is something Frank’s very ashamed of) he sees that Gerard’s pretty lonely. Not that he cares. He also seems artsy, since he’s always with his sketchbook. But. Whatever. It’s just a guy. The most beautiful guy he has and will ever see in his life. But that’s just. Just. Something. Gerard has been seen reading some gothic horror books, too, and that’s okay. Still, Frank wouldn’t talk to him, because he doesn’t wants to bother him. What a guy, after all.