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Switchblade Fights
4 ReviewsKnives, guns and angry Danny! Sorry it took so long
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IM SO SORRY :(
I apologise for the long wait -- I'm a horrible person!
This may or may not be the last chapter - depends. *shrugs*
Some of you may have seen I wrote the beginning of a story called The Ghost Of You Remains In Me - it's completely different to anything I've written. Oh and I'm nearly done the first chapter of the Dracula fic, it's really hard to write :/
Eh enough rambling - read :)
(And thanks again for actually reading this - I loves u)
Gerard's p.o.v.
Me and Frank were in Franks living room. Mikey and Ray in the kitchen. No words have been exchanged for 38 minutes. We're all to nervous to talk.
I explained the situation to Ray and Mikey, Frank close at my side.
Frank tried phoning his mom- but on hearing her phone ring from the kitchen table, he realised she had left it at home. Frank had paced the living room for the first 10 minute or so then sitting himself onto my lap, biting at his finger nails.
Though it may look like I wasn't panicking, I was. My mind was racing. I was terrified of losing Frank.
And it was all my fault.
Frank was near falling asleep when a knock at the door jolted both of us fully awake.
"What time is it?" Frank whispered.
"Just past nine. Too early for your mom to be back." I whispered back, clutching him to me.
Frank let out a shaky breath and stood up, turning to me.
"You answer the door. If it's mom she knows you hang out here a lot. If it's Danny, well, your like stronger than me." He said, nervously shaking.
I nod and started towards the door. I saw Mikey and Ray watching from the kitchen.
I took a breath and opened the door.
haha if I was being mean I would totally end the chapter now-- I'm not gonna though. I'm too nice ;)
There in the doorway stood a short boy - maybe shorter than Frank - he had dark hair covering one of his eyes. He looked familiar.
"H-hi. I'm looking for Frank?" The boy mumbled, "I'm Pete." Ah yes! He sat with Frank at lunch one time.
"Oh hey. Umm one second." I turned around to yell out for Frank when a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. "Ah fuck!" I growled, turning back to the boy.
There stood Billie, a hand around Pete's throat, the boy squirming to get free. Bille was holding a gun, directing it towards me.
"I'm sorry Gerard, but you have no idea." He said, a sad expression on his face.
"Fuck you. I hav--" I was interrupted by a scream that sounded an awful like Franks.
again it would be sooo mean if I ended it here ...;)
"Frank!" I shouted running into the living room. Danny had Frank against the wall, a huge gash across the younger ones stomach. Frank had his hands up at the mans wrists, desperately trying to pray them off while he choked and spluttered.
I leaped forwards at Danny, only to receive another bullet in my leg.
"Nuh Uh Gerard, no touchy." Danny teased, still aiming his gun at me, a smirk on his lips. "Wonderful thing guns. So useful." He said, shooting me again in the other leg. I growled, and tried to stand, Danny just shot me in the arm.
"Gee!" Frank choked out, still clawing at Danny.
A loud smash came from the kitchen, followed by a painful moan. A large man I didn't recognise entered the room, dragging Ray and Mikey behind him. Dumping them in the corner, he looked at me on the ground, and chuckled. Pathetic he muttered under his breath.
"Pay attention Way." Danny called, "I don't want you to miss anything."
I turned back to them, wincing when I saw that Danny and made another gash on Frank's torso. Franks eyes were red from crying, his bottom lip bleeding from him biting it.
I rolled onto my knees, then onto my feet, stumbling at I tried to get my balance. Danny chuckled and shot me in both my knees. I groaned and folded over onto the floor.
I could hear Frank whimpering, little pleads of 'please don't hurt him' wafting through the cold air of the house. Danny turned his attention back to Frank just as Billie walked in, dumping a very pale looking Pete next to an unconscious Ray and Mikey.
Frank gave a sharp yelp as Danny dragged the knife -he had used to make the gashes on Franks torso- along Frank's throat, not deep enough to cause something life threatening, but enough to draw a decent amount of blood.
Danny then licked the length of the cut, savouring the iron taste of his blood.
I grave out a low growl, once gain trying to stand, and once again Danny shot me. This time in the stomach.
"Fuck." I grumbled, reaching into the wound to try and put out the bullet, but this one had been shot at an angle and I couldn't reach it.
so awkward when your writing about a gay vampire bein' shot when your surrounded by really posh people with wine and shit
"Danny please. Let Frank go and kill me." I said, trying to at least sit up.
"Ah, the classic 'kill me and let them go.' Haven't heard that one for a few years." He sighed happily, as if it was a normal situation. 'Cause everyday you go around shooting vampires while killing their human boyfriends.
"Fuck off, Danny. I can't see why you don't just get over it and find someone new." I said, my voice strained.
The ginger- blonde dropped Frank in a heap, walking over to me. He pulled me up into a standing position by the collar of my shirt.
"You see in a couple hundred years if you get over your little Frankie boy when I kill him." He growled, slamming me back down onto the floor, shooting me twice again in my legs.
He turned back to Frank, dragging him back up against the wall, then stabbed him deep into his stomach.
Frank let out gurgling scream.
Sooo this is not the last chapter :)
Oh and I just checked the views on this story -- holy mutherfucking shit guys 3850 :DDDDDDDDDDD
i is so happpppppy XD
IM SO SORRY :(
I apologise for the long wait -- I'm a horrible person!
This may or may not be the last chapter - depends. *shrugs*
Some of you may have seen I wrote the beginning of a story called The Ghost Of You Remains In Me - it's completely different to anything I've written. Oh and I'm nearly done the first chapter of the Dracula fic, it's really hard to write :/
Eh enough rambling - read :)
(And thanks again for actually reading this - I loves u)
Gerard's p.o.v.
Me and Frank were in Franks living room. Mikey and Ray in the kitchen. No words have been exchanged for 38 minutes. We're all to nervous to talk.
I explained the situation to Ray and Mikey, Frank close at my side.
Frank tried phoning his mom- but on hearing her phone ring from the kitchen table, he realised she had left it at home. Frank had paced the living room for the first 10 minute or so then sitting himself onto my lap, biting at his finger nails.
Though it may look like I wasn't panicking, I was. My mind was racing. I was terrified of losing Frank.
And it was all my fault.
Frank was near falling asleep when a knock at the door jolted both of us fully awake.
"What time is it?" Frank whispered.
"Just past nine. Too early for your mom to be back." I whispered back, clutching him to me.
Frank let out a shaky breath and stood up, turning to me.
"You answer the door. If it's mom she knows you hang out here a lot. If it's Danny, well, your like stronger than me." He said, nervously shaking.
I nod and started towards the door. I saw Mikey and Ray watching from the kitchen.
I took a breath and opened the door.
haha if I was being mean I would totally end the chapter now-- I'm not gonna though. I'm too nice ;)
There in the doorway stood a short boy - maybe shorter than Frank - he had dark hair covering one of his eyes. He looked familiar.
"H-hi. I'm looking for Frank?" The boy mumbled, "I'm Pete." Ah yes! He sat with Frank at lunch one time.
"Oh hey. Umm one second." I turned around to yell out for Frank when a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. "Ah fuck!" I growled, turning back to the boy.
There stood Billie, a hand around Pete's throat, the boy squirming to get free. Bille was holding a gun, directing it towards me.
"I'm sorry Gerard, but you have no idea." He said, a sad expression on his face.
"Fuck you. I hav--" I was interrupted by a scream that sounded an awful like Franks.
again it would be sooo mean if I ended it here ...;)
"Frank!" I shouted running into the living room. Danny had Frank against the wall, a huge gash across the younger ones stomach. Frank had his hands up at the mans wrists, desperately trying to pray them off while he choked and spluttered.
I leaped forwards at Danny, only to receive another bullet in my leg.
"Nuh Uh Gerard, no touchy." Danny teased, still aiming his gun at me, a smirk on his lips. "Wonderful thing guns. So useful." He said, shooting me again in the other leg. I growled, and tried to stand, Danny just shot me in the arm.
"Gee!" Frank choked out, still clawing at Danny.
A loud smash came from the kitchen, followed by a painful moan. A large man I didn't recognise entered the room, dragging Ray and Mikey behind him. Dumping them in the corner, he looked at me on the ground, and chuckled. Pathetic he muttered under his breath.
"Pay attention Way." Danny called, "I don't want you to miss anything."
I turned back to them, wincing when I saw that Danny and made another gash on Frank's torso. Franks eyes were red from crying, his bottom lip bleeding from him biting it.
I rolled onto my knees, then onto my feet, stumbling at I tried to get my balance. Danny chuckled and shot me in both my knees. I groaned and folded over onto the floor.
I could hear Frank whimpering, little pleads of 'please don't hurt him' wafting through the cold air of the house. Danny turned his attention back to Frank just as Billie walked in, dumping a very pale looking Pete next to an unconscious Ray and Mikey.
Frank gave a sharp yelp as Danny dragged the knife -he had used to make the gashes on Franks torso- along Frank's throat, not deep enough to cause something life threatening, but enough to draw a decent amount of blood.
Danny then licked the length of the cut, savouring the iron taste of his blood.
I grave out a low growl, once gain trying to stand, and once again Danny shot me. This time in the stomach.
"Fuck." I grumbled, reaching into the wound to try and put out the bullet, but this one had been shot at an angle and I couldn't reach it.
so awkward when your writing about a gay vampire bein' shot when your surrounded by really posh people with wine and shit
"Danny please. Let Frank go and kill me." I said, trying to at least sit up.
"Ah, the classic 'kill me and let them go.' Haven't heard that one for a few years." He sighed happily, as if it was a normal situation. 'Cause everyday you go around shooting vampires while killing their human boyfriends.
"Fuck off, Danny. I can't see why you don't just get over it and find someone new." I said, my voice strained.
The ginger- blonde dropped Frank in a heap, walking over to me. He pulled me up into a standing position by the collar of my shirt.
"You see in a couple hundred years if you get over your little Frankie boy when I kill him." He growled, slamming me back down onto the floor, shooting me twice again in my legs.
He turned back to Frank, dragging him back up against the wall, then stabbed him deep into his stomach.
Frank let out gurgling scream.
Sooo this is not the last chapter :)
Oh and I just checked the views on this story -- holy mutherfucking shit guys 3850 :DDDDDDDDDDD
i is so happpppppy XD
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