Gerard grabs my arm and walks me to the door. He opens it and pushes me through, he keeps a firm grip on my arm but he himself stays in his small little living room. He opens fire on the table of presents. People scream and run and he laughs. God, I didn't know guns were this loud. God, this can't be happening to me.
He leads me down the hall and stairs casually like he didn't just machine gun his own birthday party.
"Some party, huh?" he asks. I gape at him, wide eyed. "They'll be talking about this wild one for years to come." he laughs. Fuck.
He leads me down the street and I can already hear the police sirens far in the distance. I'm gonna puke. What if they get in a shoot out and I get shot? They wouldn't do that with a hostage, would they? He lead me to a small mustard yellow Toyota that must be his car.
"Fuckin' Japs" he mutters, then he breaks the window with the gun. Must not be his car.
"Here hold this." He hands me the gun so he can unlock the car door from the inside. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? I could shoot him and run away right now.
"You're not gonna shoot me, are ya Frankie?" he says like he can read my mind again.
"I could." I say defiantly.
He laughs. "No you're not, cause killing is wrong." He laughs again like that's a joke. He takes the gun and orders me in to the passenger seat. Keeping the gun in my view.
Then he comes around and sweeps the broken glass off the seat with his hat. I hadn't even noticed he was wearing one until he took it off. It's a leather fedora type, and without it his hair is totally wild and sort of curly. Almost bob like. He puts the hat back on and climbs in. He starts the car and locks the doors. The police are very close now. Hurry up.
Gerard pulls out of the parking space and barrels down the long main street as fast as he can.
"Fuck!" I yell. He smirks. I don't even want to know how fast we're going. I close my eyes and try to pretend that I'm not here. But just as I calm even a little bit, Gerard takes a turn without even slowing down and my body slams into the car door.
"Fucking Christ!" I yell again.
"You got quite a pretty little mouth on you, don't you Frankie?"
I close my eyes and pray to God someone was looking out the window and at least saw what kind of car Gerard stole. I zone out for a long time. The car seems to be slowing down a bit.
"Where are we going?"
"Bride's Bay, Frankie." Bride's Bay is a slightly bigger town 2 hours away.
"Why?" I ask.
"You're gonna meet an old chum of mine, Frankie."

Gerard pulls up to an old brick house. It's falling apart, shabby really. He bangs on the door. It's late. All the lights are off. He bangs again.
"Bobby Boy!" He chirps. Finally a light comes on and the door opens. A big man with blonde hair and a beard in his pajamas is revealed.
"Why weren't you up!?" Gerard snaps.
"You told me not to wait up." 'Bobby Boy' snaps back.
"I didn't mean it." Gerard pushes his way past the big guy, dragging me in as well. We all stand in silence until Gerard decides to be the gentleman,
"Frankie, this is Bob. Bob this is Frankie, my hostage." Bob seems unfazed by the word 'hostage'.
"What's with the getup, kid?" Bob asks me. He must be referring to my pizza-boy outfit.
Gerard doesn't answer for me so I say, "I-I was just delivering pizza, when Gerard over here decided to machine gun his own birthday party." They laugh like they were recalling old memories.
"You didn't tell me you were taking a hostage." Bob says.
"I didn't know there was gonna be such a pretty little pizza-boy." Gerard says, pinching my cheek.
"He seems too calm." Bob points out. I have to say, he's right. I'm way too calm for this situation.
"Yeah, he's a strange one. But that's why I took him, cause I know he wants it." They laugh.
"So ya still got the stuff?" Gerard asks.
"Of course dude." Bob leads us down his basement. It's cold and dark and full of spiders. Fucking wonderful. Bob pulls a string and the light comes on. He bends over and pulls two large wearing leather suitcases out from underneath a wooden work bench. He sets them down in front of Gerard, and Gerard hands the gun to Bob so he can kneel down and open the cases up. Bob points the gun at me and winks.
"Go easy on him, Bob." Gerard says flatly, though I know Bob was only doing it in a friendly way. Fuck I need to get out of here! I can't be warming up to these crazy people!
I look down to the suit cases and see one is filled with all kinds of guns, and the other is filled rope, handcuffs, cigarettes, leather gloves, and a red gas tank! Gerard sets his hat on the floor and picks up of the larger guns. He holds it out for me. I hesitantly take it.
"Why?" I ask. Is this a trap? Why are they giving me guns? They can't really trust me that much, can they?
"You're gonna need it." Gerard informs me, like that answers my question.
"Wh-"
"How do you feel Frankie? Sexy? " Gerard cuts me off, amused. "Not with that getup on...." They chuckle.
"It's heavy." I say. Gerard takes it from me and replaces it with a smaller one.
"Better?" he asks caringly.
I nod, "But why do I need this? I thought I was a hostage, people usually don't give hostages guns." They laugh, though Gerard hasn't really been treating me as a hostage, more of an equal. Aren't you supposed to rape and gag and torture hostages?
"You're only my hostage if you want to be, Frankie."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"If you try to run I'll treat you like one, but if you want you can be my accomplice." My eyes widen.
"W-What? Accomplice for what?"
"Oh, bank robbing, car jacking, liquor store stealing, the usual mayhem." I can't believe how this guy talks.
"I-I... Uh. Um...." Holy fuck. What is this? I'm a hostage! I don't want to rob a bank!
"Well, think about it. Either way you're going to be helping me with it all anyway, and you can either be miserable about it, or you can enjoy yourself and have some fun."

Notes

Feedback please! I know this chapter was probably boring, but I'm trying to take it slow and build it up. Thanks for reading. :)