Frank's P.O.V:
I haven't grown close to Ray at all. He was just one of those people that I found difficult to “connect” with. I've known him for just a couple weeks, and he said he was going to amputate Gerard's arm... He didn't even have a surgical license or anything. Wasn't I allowed to be just a tiny bit paranoid?
Ray cleaned up the machete and gathered his “supplies,” which included a large cloth, some gauze, and alcohol for disinfecting. Rather medical, ain't it? Gerard lied down in the back of the van, bawling his eyes out. I sat next to him, and comforted him by holding his heavy panting chest in my arms, and whispering soothing words into his ear. After what Josie did to him when she was still alive, I was an expert at this. But things were different this time. It wasn't going to be “okay” the next day, and nothing would be “back to normal” the next week. This was a permanent problem. Something all of us would have to get used to.
“Don't you have anything to make him sleep?” Mikey asked, biting his nails. “Nope.” That only made Gerard cry harder. “Just get it over with.” He begged. Ray faintly nodded, and placed the machete on top of Gerard's right bicep. “Ready?” He looked at all of us, asking permission with his eyes. He looked at everyone except Gerard. Mikey and I nodded. Ray pressed the machete lightly against my lover's skin. Gerard let out a quiet whimper, and clamped his eyes shut.
The next couple of minutes, were the most horrifying, repulsive, and utterly sick minutes I have ever experienced in my looong, and bizarre life. And I pray, oh how I motherfucking pray, that I would NEVER have to experience something like that again. There was too much horror for my eyes to bare. Probably even worse than the time I saw Josie kill Jessica, and trust me, that was MUCH more bloody. But, I hated Jessica, and that helped me accept the fact that Josie had finished her. But this was MY Gerard, and MY Gerard would no longer have an arm. That arm, was a part of Gerard. It was part of me. It was part of the universe. He used that arm for so many things, and it was like having a family member part from your life. I know it's a little “weird” to think of an arm that way, but have empathy for Gerard. For me. For all of us. Wouldn't you feel the same? But the worst part, and I MEAN the worst part, was having to see Gerard suffer like that. It was gruesome, and with every agonizing shriek I heard from Gerard, I could feel the pain he was in. It even tortured me.
