Frank Iero

Belleville, new jersey, febuary 8th, 2003.

You couldn't contact frank, neither of his bandmates can either. all you know was from his mother, he said he was camping in the woods. because his head were little fucked up lately..

But why would you camping for almost 2 months? his family were worried but again, frank was a grown man - they're sure he knows the risk.

You're restless, the bed felt stiff, the heater didn't feel warm. you keep checking your flipped phone. spamming him another text. but no reply.

Was it because of that day?

You been friends with frank since middle school, nobody wants to be friends with you expect him—he was an outcast himself dreaming to have a big band.

You two grew up with equal loneliness and forbidden cigarettes, when you graduated everything seems to be deepen.

Frank was a guy who rarely home; he strolling around new jersey to stick his upcoming gig poster - last year; he was on hardcore band. now he's trying on the midwest emo genre.

Honestly, he done more fighting then performing, frank was short-tempered, easily offended guy; and would not take it lightly - if he doesn't like you—he'll say it to your face.

....

"There's currently werewolf fever going on, all citizens across america were advised to stay home, avoid the woods and consume vitamins to prevent unknown sickness" The news said on the tiny CRT TV.

"Werewolves.. tch, do you think those shit are real?" Jones said while bite off his burger.

"Nah, those shit probably just some.. another urban legends y'know.. 4chan shit." He laughed.

Frank frequently contact you on his AOL, not to show how he's going, but to show his current concert. yes, he's very human bot spam.

Usually after his concert he'll buy you chicken tenders and walk around jersey before he walked you home.

But now.. he didn't.. since december; frank had blocked your AIM, and you couldn't contact him.

What you don't know; that his midnight stroll was turned against him.. frank was drunk; aimlessly walking until somewhat he feel something clawing his shoulder.

He instantly collapse, not knowing that freaking werewolf just attack him, he got a fever. and when he woke up.. he still on the street.. his fever spectacularly cools down.. but now he got weird rough patch of fur, slowly forming on body.

"Fuck... fuck.. the fuck is wrong with me??" He muttered to himself in panic.

He rushed to the gym to use the bathroom to wash it off—thinking it's just a debris..

No.. it won't come off.. frank tries to pull it off.. but it's now part of his skin.

When he tries to turn off the shower, looks like he twist it too hard.. that it made the metal bar twisted, and water brutally spraying on him. "FUCKIN' HELL!!" He cursed.. his temper were much more agitated.

He didn't have a fever.. but his body feel hot and restless.

It doesn't stop there: when he playing guitar with his band—when he shred too hard.. his strength were too strong that his guitar neck snapped..

It made his friends scared but frank convinced them it's just an accident.

Every night during full moon his body will get hot.. and he couldn't sleep.. he starting to avoiding his friends.. and isolated himself in the woods until febuary.

But it didn't stop you to look for him despite he already push you away..

You went to the woods, shouting for his name.. with handy cam.

Then suddenly you feel hands grabbing your mouth: "MMMF??"

"Shh! shut up! do ya wanna get yourself killed?"