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Frank and I had been on the run for months now and our relationship was stronger than ever. Falling in love was one thing I never expected to happen, but I was very glad it was Frank.
Running for so long only had one downside, though…
“Gerard we’re out of money,” Frank said, walking into the kitchen of the abandoned house we found in southern California.
I made a noise of disinterest and continued to work on the heart-shaped pancakes I was making. Because Frank likes it when I do cute shit like this. Totally not because I like cute things.
Frank heaved a sigh before perching himself on the granite counter and pulling a chipped plate onto his lap. I skilfully flipped the pancake and slipped it onto his plate, watching in distaste as he shovelled spoonfuls of sugar on it.
After breakfast, Frank placed a sticky kiss to my cheek and placed two twenty bills and one ten into my hand. “Gerard. Money. We need some,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “that’s all we’ve got left.”
I tangled my hand in my bedhead and nodded slightly “okay, were leaving in an hour, get ready,”
*
“Gerard! There gonna recognise us!” Frank hissed, hand tightening around my bicep.
“So what? If we get caught, we run, got it?” reluctantly he agreed and allowed me to push him out of the car and in the direction of the bank. I tapped my pockets discreetly, checking that I have my supplies.
Frank ducked his head as he entered the bank, slipping into queue behind the other three customers in the building. I took his shaking hand in mine and bought it to my lips, kissing his knuckles, “relax, I love you,”
Frank shuffled up to the desk when the line in front of him had disappeared and leant over the counter. I took the gun out of my jacket pocket and leant up behind him, pushing the barrel to cashier’s forehead. “Give us all your money and no-one gets hurt...” I murmured quietly but firmly. Frank placed the brown sack onto the desk and slid it towards her. Just as she started to fill up the bag, alarm bells sounded throughout the room and heavy steel barriers slid in front of the doors. I looked over at the manager who was now stood behind one of the other empty desks, his hand poised suspiciously under the surface. Without hesitation I removed my gun from the cashiers head and shot the man in the chest, watching in sick fascination as he clutched the left side of his shirt in vain and sank to his knees in a pool of his own blood.
Behind me, other customers were screaming and crying as they lay on their fronts with their arms behind their heads on the floor. I glanced over at frank who was frozen in fear by the desk, eyeing the scene with wide eyes. I strode over to Frank and pulled him into my arms, clutching his head to my chest. “I’m not getting out of here, your gonna go when the cops tell you to go and not sit around for me okay?” I whispered, ignoring Frank’s protests.
The blaring of sirens rang throughout the bank and I could practically feel the relief wash over the customers and staff. Frank and I on the other hand grew more nervous as the sirens got louder. I pushed Frank behind me as the steel barriers unblocked the doors and two armed police officers barged into the room, guns aimed at my chest.
“Drop your weapons!” the leader shouted, his voice muffled by the plastic mask over his face.
With a moment’s hesitation, I tightened my grip on the gun “no,”
The leader looked vaguely taken aback but quickly rearranged his face into a sneer. “Fine,”
The next few moments seemed to move in slow motion; the gunshot, Frank running forward and screaming. Lots and lots of screaming. I cracked my eyes open, not quite sure when I closed them, just in time to see Frank fall to the ground in front of me. It took me a second or two to realise exactly what happened and why I wasn’t on the ground with a bullet through my chest. Frank had taken the bullet for me.
“No, no, no, no…” I chanted, sliding to my knees and bundling Frank’s frail frame into my arms and scooting back against the wall.
I pressed down on the right side of his chest, trying to stem the blood flow but deep down I knew there was nothing anyone could do; Frank would be gone very soon.
“h-hey gee,” Frank croaked, looking up at me through half lidded eyes and attempting to smile.
“Why Frankie... you... you should have listened to me! I told you to get out of here if anything happened to me,”
“Couldn’t let that happen,” Frank slurred as blood began to dribble down his chin from his slightly opened mouth, “love you too much,”
I smiled despite the situation and bent down, pressing a soft kiss to his bloodied lips, “I love you too...”
Franks lips quirked at the corner before his eyes glazed over and his chest stopped moving. I ran my thumb and forefinger across his eyes, closing them, before carefully shifting him closer to my body and resting his head on my shoulder.
I reached out across the bloodied fake wood floor and grasped the discarded gun, wiping it clean of blood on my hoody. Wrapped my limbs firmly around the lifeless body in my grip and raised my gun in front of me in a trembling hand.
“don’t shoot,” The officer that shot Frank said, coking his gun again,”we don’t want to kill you too, way.”
“What makes you think it’s for you?” I asked with a small smile before raising the gun to my temple and pulling the trigger.
*
Mikey Way sat in the longue of his family home, cuddled up in one of his brothers oversized hoodies, watching the news with a solemn expression.
“Gerard Way committed suicide early this afternoon after his attempted bank robbery failed. Frank Iero, who was Mr.Way's alleged lover; and who was also suspected to have been kidnapped by Mr. Way, was shot dead during the armed raid in central California after taking a bullet for the other man. It was moments after he died that Mr. Way bought the gun to his own head.”
The young boy smiled softly as he rubbed the tear tracks from his cheeks, content knowing the fact that his brother died with the one person who made him happiest.
~
So the end, Finally! Sorry for the outrageously long wait, I've been working on new material to be put up when my other stories are finished.
Also! if your having trouble finding any decent Frerard Fanfictions you can always find my Reclist "Here":http://delicious.com/battery_star and it is always updated frequently!
Thankyou so much for staying with me throughout the story, it really means alot!
Battery xo.
Running for so long only had one downside, though…
“Gerard we’re out of money,” Frank said, walking into the kitchen of the abandoned house we found in southern California.
I made a noise of disinterest and continued to work on the heart-shaped pancakes I was making. Because Frank likes it when I do cute shit like this. Totally not because I like cute things.
Frank heaved a sigh before perching himself on the granite counter and pulling a chipped plate onto his lap. I skilfully flipped the pancake and slipped it onto his plate, watching in distaste as he shovelled spoonfuls of sugar on it.
After breakfast, Frank placed a sticky kiss to my cheek and placed two twenty bills and one ten into my hand. “Gerard. Money. We need some,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “that’s all we’ve got left.”
I tangled my hand in my bedhead and nodded slightly “okay, were leaving in an hour, get ready,”
*
“Gerard! There gonna recognise us!” Frank hissed, hand tightening around my bicep.
“So what? If we get caught, we run, got it?” reluctantly he agreed and allowed me to push him out of the car and in the direction of the bank. I tapped my pockets discreetly, checking that I have my supplies.
Frank ducked his head as he entered the bank, slipping into queue behind the other three customers in the building. I took his shaking hand in mine and bought it to my lips, kissing his knuckles, “relax, I love you,”
Frank shuffled up to the desk when the line in front of him had disappeared and leant over the counter. I took the gun out of my jacket pocket and leant up behind him, pushing the barrel to cashier’s forehead. “Give us all your money and no-one gets hurt...” I murmured quietly but firmly. Frank placed the brown sack onto the desk and slid it towards her. Just as she started to fill up the bag, alarm bells sounded throughout the room and heavy steel barriers slid in front of the doors. I looked over at the manager who was now stood behind one of the other empty desks, his hand poised suspiciously under the surface. Without hesitation I removed my gun from the cashiers head and shot the man in the chest, watching in sick fascination as he clutched the left side of his shirt in vain and sank to his knees in a pool of his own blood.
Behind me, other customers were screaming and crying as they lay on their fronts with their arms behind their heads on the floor. I glanced over at frank who was frozen in fear by the desk, eyeing the scene with wide eyes. I strode over to Frank and pulled him into my arms, clutching his head to my chest. “I’m not getting out of here, your gonna go when the cops tell you to go and not sit around for me okay?” I whispered, ignoring Frank’s protests.
The blaring of sirens rang throughout the bank and I could practically feel the relief wash over the customers and staff. Frank and I on the other hand grew more nervous as the sirens got louder. I pushed Frank behind me as the steel barriers unblocked the doors and two armed police officers barged into the room, guns aimed at my chest.
“Drop your weapons!” the leader shouted, his voice muffled by the plastic mask over his face.
With a moment’s hesitation, I tightened my grip on the gun “no,”
The leader looked vaguely taken aback but quickly rearranged his face into a sneer. “Fine,”
The next few moments seemed to move in slow motion; the gunshot, Frank running forward and screaming. Lots and lots of screaming. I cracked my eyes open, not quite sure when I closed them, just in time to see Frank fall to the ground in front of me. It took me a second or two to realise exactly what happened and why I wasn’t on the ground with a bullet through my chest. Frank had taken the bullet for me.
“No, no, no, no…” I chanted, sliding to my knees and bundling Frank’s frail frame into my arms and scooting back against the wall.
I pressed down on the right side of his chest, trying to stem the blood flow but deep down I knew there was nothing anyone could do; Frank would be gone very soon.
“h-hey gee,” Frank croaked, looking up at me through half lidded eyes and attempting to smile.
“Why Frankie... you... you should have listened to me! I told you to get out of here if anything happened to me,”
“Couldn’t let that happen,” Frank slurred as blood began to dribble down his chin from his slightly opened mouth, “love you too much,”
I smiled despite the situation and bent down, pressing a soft kiss to his bloodied lips, “I love you too...”
Franks lips quirked at the corner before his eyes glazed over and his chest stopped moving. I ran my thumb and forefinger across his eyes, closing them, before carefully shifting him closer to my body and resting his head on my shoulder.
I reached out across the bloodied fake wood floor and grasped the discarded gun, wiping it clean of blood on my hoody. Wrapped my limbs firmly around the lifeless body in my grip and raised my gun in front of me in a trembling hand.
“don’t shoot,” The officer that shot Frank said, coking his gun again,”we don’t want to kill you too, way.”
“What makes you think it’s for you?” I asked with a small smile before raising the gun to my temple and pulling the trigger.
*
Mikey Way sat in the longue of his family home, cuddled up in one of his brothers oversized hoodies, watching the news with a solemn expression.
“Gerard Way committed suicide early this afternoon after his attempted bank robbery failed. Frank Iero, who was Mr.Way's alleged lover; and who was also suspected to have been kidnapped by Mr. Way, was shot dead during the armed raid in central California after taking a bullet for the other man. It was moments after he died that Mr. Way bought the gun to his own head.”
The young boy smiled softly as he rubbed the tear tracks from his cheeks, content knowing the fact that his brother died with the one person who made him happiest.
~
So the end, Finally! Sorry for the outrageously long wait, I've been working on new material to be put up when my other stories are finished.
Also! if your having trouble finding any decent Frerard Fanfictions you can always find my Reclist "Here":http://delicious.com/battery_star and it is always updated frequently!
Thankyou so much for staying with me throughout the story, it really means alot!
Battery xo.
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