In the ambulance. Things seem to only want to get harder for poor Gerard.
Gerard's numb and lifeless body bounces around in the back of the ambulance as it rattles through the forest, hurriedly rumbling over mangled ivy vines and through tall, spindly trees. They tower up above the white van, mud and dirt streaking over its pearly body; crooked, spiky branches scratching at it's glossy base harshly. It's dark in the forest, despite it being 10:07am, and the gloomy atmosphere only adds to the tension of the moment.
Gerard's swelling died down dramatically once Marty, AKA Jenifer Dale, tended to his allergic reaction. She's actually a fully-qualified Doctor, but once Bob told her the plan was to start, she quit immediately. She got a full-time job at the prison, working constantly in the cafeteria. For four and half years, she had only been a part-time worker. There had been many preparations to make sure the plan would go smoothly.
For example, the whole time Gerard was in prison, Jenifer had been watching his every move, constantly making sure his memory was definitely gone. If it wasn't, he would've remembered Bob and the plan would've failed.
The thing is, Gerard isn't who everyone thinks he is. Gerard hasn't murdered or raped, sliced or diced.. Gerard has simply been a loving, honest man. That was until he met Bob all those years ago.
Now, as wires hook into his nose and needles press into his veins, Gerard starts to stir from unconsciousness. Immediately noticing this, Frank, with his snapped arm, gasps through his gag and starts shouting his name. It's not clear due to the cotton that pushes into his mouth, its more like a mumbled mess, but he doesn't care. Gerard is all that matters. Gerard. Gerard. Gerard.
Truth is, Frank has developed a strong.. liking, shall we say, for Gerard. Maybe it's sexual, maybe it's emotional, or maybe it's a simple, friendly liking. Frank hopes it's a friendship sort of like, else he could seriously mess something up. Although, it looks like Jenifer and Bob already have that sorted.
As soon as they got into the Ambulance and the driver had driven into the unknown, Bob, who had been allowed into the ambulance due to being Gerard's 'watcher', had knocked both him and the paramedics out. Bob was a black belt in Karate, and a skilled gunner. It was a simple task for him to fulfill, and he had done it with no problem. After, he drove them off course and left the tied-up medics and driver in the middle of nowhere. Only chance could save them now.
"Oh, shut up!" Bob shouts, ripping his eyes from the road to shoot venomous daggers at Frank. "He's fine; Jenifer's a skilled Paramedic."
How Frank got on board is another story.
Marty had snapped Frank's arm in all the rush surrounding Gerard, so it went unnoticed.
Frank, considering there was no time, was forced into the same Ambulance as Gerard. Bob had insisted the two 'criminals' were kept together, and it seemed to work like a charm. Perhaps it was his words, 'I watch over Frank, too. He needs to stay with me.' Perhaps it was his charm. Or perhaps it was the cold, threatening barrel of the gun as it pressed into the drivers side, out of sight.
Frank's groans and frantic shouting grow louder, partly just to piss off the bastard he once called a friend, and partly out of his panic. His thick panic. His hot panic. His suffocating, exhausting panic.
As his body sits rigid with worry, Frank inhales deeply and closes his eyes, trying to control his ever-growing anxiety. It's like a swirling, gigantic ball that washes around in his chest, making his head pound and his heart thump. Beads of sweat start to form on his forehead as his eyes flicker uncomfortably, obviously not able to stay closed due to his overwhelming emotions.
The loud, thumping beat of Gerard's heart monitor gradually slows down to a normal rate as Frank grabs his hand with the edge of his fingers; his arms are constricted with rope that just allows him to reach his friend. Their eyes flutter open simultaneously, and Gerard's bloodshot eyes widen in alarm as he realizes his hands are tied down to the gurney.
"Wh-what's going on..?" Gerard asks groggily, wide eyes darting around as he flops his head to the side, spotting Frank. He relaxes considerably despite Frank's obvious gag.
A pale hand reaches down and tugs open Gerard's mouth, inspecting the swelling.
"He's awake. Swelling has decreased, heart rate is fine, blood vessels still dilated, causing a redness of the skin and a slightly low blood pressure. Lips.." The gloved hand pinches at Gerard's lips. "Slightly puffy. Unable to act, but able to cope."
Gerard soon identifies the voice as Marty's, as he prefers to call her, and finds himself relaxing even more. "Ma-"
"How long?" Marty interrupts, ignoring Gerard's wobbly speech.
Bob speaks next, pulling the ambulance to a jittery and sudden halt. "We're already here. Blindfold them."
If possible, Gerard's eyes widen even further. "Bob?!" He exclaims sadly, "what the FUCK is happening?!"
"Shut the fuck up, do as we say and stop asking questions!" Bob snaps, rage painted over his face.
Gerard shudders under Bob's poisonous, spiking tone and gasps, holding in the breath until Marty's soft face wafts into view. She lowers the cotton blindfold over his eyes, concealing him in a world of darkness.
There's the sound of frantic kicking, muffled shouting and the rustling of decomposing leaves.
Soon, all Gerard will have is a world of silence. A world of hurt. A world of regret.
No questions, no lies, no self-hate...
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If you don't remember why Frank's arm had to get snapped, it was for the plan.
Thanks for reading! I think there will only be one more chapter.. unless you would like a.. a what-cha-ma-call-it.. The thing that shows everyone after the main story line? What's the called? I've gone blank.
So yeah, tell me if you know the name of that, and if you want it. XD