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My ears buzzed and I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes or even move. Am I dead? Is this what death is like? This isn’t how I imagined it to be, I thought death was supposed to be peaceful, a place where you can rest for all eternity. Death was supposed to be a place of which you could sleep forever, but who could sleep with that annoying buzzing? Suddenly a loud wailing broke through the buzz, causing me to snap my eyes open. My white kitchen was splattered with blood and brains, the bodies of the four police officers lying in a heap on the floor; each with a shot through the head. I dropped my gun and held my hand to my mouth, keeping my gasp at bay. I brushed the chunks of brain of my clothes as I took in the carnage. They wouldn’t have killed themselves, would they? My train of thought was interrupted by heart breaking sobs; the very same I heard in the park all those nights ago. I slowly turned to see Frank on his knees at the bottom of the staircase, clutching a gun in each of his shaking hands. It took a while for it to sink in that the officers in fact hadn’t killed themselves, but Frank had taken their lives. I stumbled over on shaking legs to the trembling boy and dropped to my knees by his side. As soon as my knees touched the ground, the small tattooed boy had latched himself onto me, wailing into my neck. I tangled my fingers in his hair, whispering what I hope was comforting words into his ear. “I k-killed someone, Gee…I killed four s-someones!” I couldn’t help but smile at his lack of brain power at this minute.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve killed hundreds of… someones” I pressed a gentle kiss in his hair and continued to rub his back.

“I couldn’t l-let them hurt you, Gerard. I-I love you, Gee” gradually, his shaking subsided and his cried turned into weak sniffles and whimpers.

“I love you too. C’mon sugar, we gotta go. Go pack your stuff up” I slowly got to my feet, bringing him up with me but keeping his head in my neck so he wouldn’t see the bodies in the kitchen. I took his face in my hands and wiped the blood off his cheek which he acquired from my shirt, earning a sheepish smile from Frank. I carefully helped him up the stairs into our room and quickly began shoving necessities into a bag. I looked over at his puffy, tear stained cheeks as he robotically shoved his belongings into his backpack. “It’s going to be okay, Frankie. I promise. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you,” I took his cheeks in my hand and looked him straight in the eyes, hoping for him to see how serious I am.

“Okay Gerard… thank you” I pressed a light kiss on his lips before continuing to pack my things up. I nibbled on my lip, taking in the taste of Frank that I love so much. I packed the guns and knives from he trunk into a separate bag and slung I over my shoulder.

“Ready?” I asked, holding out my hand for his bag.

“Yeah…” he sniffed, carefully placing his guitar case and bag in my hand before opening the doors for me. Once everything was packed into the car, I left the door open ajar, so people could find the bodies easier. I slid into the driver’s seat of my black trans-am and started it up. Frank looked back at the house before getting in, too, locking the doors.

“Baby…” I sighed, “were gonna be fine” it’s a hard thing to kill your first person, but four people on the first time? That would be hard. It’s probably worse for frank, too, because of how fragile he is.

“I love you, Gerard. So much,” he smiled weakly at me before pressing a kiss on my cheek, lingering there for a moment and strapping himself in the seat. I drove the car down the winding streets, wanting to get as far away as possible. Usually, if it was me, it wouldn’t have been a problem; but no, they’re going to after Frankie and I want him as far away as possible. I fumbled with the CD player, pushing random buttons and filling the car with Smashing Pumpkins. Frank quietly sang along, looking out of the window.

After a three hour drive, we finally got out of jersey. I noticed frank’s eyes started to droop as he fell limp against the door. I quickly pulled into a decent looking hotel and carried the sleeping guitarist into the hotel. I awkwardly put my sunglasses on, so no-one would recognise me, and asked for a room. A loud snore emitted from Frank, causing the woman over the desk to giggle as she handed over the key. I stepped into the elevator and shifted Frank so he was over my shoulder. Soon enough, we were on our floor and into our room. I carefully laid the snoring boy on the bed and wrapped the duvet around him before retrieving out bags from the car. I locked the hotel room door and stood admiring Frank’s sleeping form for a few moments before flicking on the small TV. I turned the volume down before switching to the news channel.

“Four armed police officers were shot in the head after attempting a raid at the house Gerard Way alleged to live in during the early hours of this morning. It has been confirmed that Mr. Way did live in this house but soon fled after the murders, taking captive, Frank Iero, with him. Police are sure the pair have headed north so if you see or hear anything, please let them know" I switched the TV off, pleased they got the direction of where we are wrong and slid into bed beside my lover. I moved a stray hear out of his face and kissed his nose before falling into a light sleep; thinking of the long run ahead of us.

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