Frank hung from the wall, his body to weak to protest as Korse beat him repeatedly, blood flying from old wounds. "Still not going to tell me where the rest of the Killjoys are?" Frank shook his head, his neck protesting. "Well then, the punishment continues." Korse cackled. He raised a metal pole, testing it's weight in his hand before hitting Frank in the stomach, pulling the pole away and snapping it in half, stabbing Frank with the sharp end. Frank screamed, the noise echoing around the chamber, his body attempting to fold in on itself as pain tortured what could still feel.

A light flickered in the corner of the room, Frank's eyes drawn to it as I drew closer. The figure holding the light was cloaked, his face hidden against the light. "Kill me." Frank groaned.
"It isn't your time Frank. You have to keep fighting." The figure muttered.
"Please, I will do anything, just kill me. I want to die goddamnit. I want to be with Jamia." He pleaded.
"It is not your time. There are people here who need you. Imaging what Gerard would think? What would Mikey and Ray and Missile think? They need you."
"I don't care goddamnit. If I had never run away from Korse in the first place, then they wouldn't be in this mess."
"People need you." The figure whispered as he drifted away, the light fading, plunging Frank back into darkness. A sob escaped Frank's chest as he welcomed the darkness, his mind rushing torturous thoughts around his mind, his body begging for death.

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Mikey grabbed his gun and placed it in the holster, his eyes on his brother as he paced, his face set in stone as he tried to keep his cool. Gerard walked up and down the whole of the diner, his footsteps echoing around the otherwise silent building. "He can't die." He muttered before bending down and picking up Frank's jacket, dropping it into the bag of supplies they were going to take with them. "When are we leaving?" Gerard asked louder.
"As soon as the sun begins to set, that way, we arrive at battery city when it's dark." Ray explained as he tightened his boots and slid on his holster. "So, about 30 minutes."
"Please tell me it isn't just us." Damon asked, his eyes roaming over the ragtag group, finally stopping on Beth.
"Don't stare at me!" She yelled. "Just because I'm a woman." Beth stood up straighter, instantly defending herself.
"No, it's not." Explained Doctor D as he rolled in. "We have managed to find a Killjoy and she should be here shortly. Now, don't degrade her and her skills because she is female." Dr D aimed that last part at Damon who raised his hands in defeat.
"Mikey." Gerard muttered, signalling for his brother to step closer. "Promise me that if it gets heated in there, you get the fuck out. I don't want to lose you."
"I won't leave without you." He replied.
"And I won't leave without Frank." Gerard countered.
"Well then, I guess that is settled. I'm staying right up until we get Frank."
"Damn you Mikey! I can't lose anyone else!" Gerard snapped, silencing the chatter in the diner. "Just...please leave if it comes to it." He turned to everyone else. "I don't see why the hell you all want to come. I just...I should be doing this alone."
"We're doing it because we care Gerard. We are doing it because we are all going to lose someone if he dies. Yeah, he probably means something different to each of us, but we will all lose him." Ray said, reaching across the table to grab some tape, covering up a hole in his holster.

Gerard stood outside the diner, his breathing finally calming after 15 minutes of pacing, kicking up the dust around him. In the distance, the rumble of a bike engine could be heard, dust kicked up in streams behind the bright vehicle. "Hands up!" Called Gerard as the bike came to a stop in front of the diner. The figure took her helmet off, her hands in the air as Gerard looked her up and down, taking in her colorful attire. "Name and... uh... business."
"Killer Queen and I'm here to help you bust out Ghoul." She explained, her voice confident, a slight British accent evident in the way she spoke.
"We don't use nicknames in the desert, proper name." Gerard explained, observing her tanned skin.
"Evangeline Erika Lero." She said.
"Right, I'm Gerard, you better come inside, we're leaving soon. Doctor D will wanna meet you." Gerard led her inside, stopping outside Dr D's door and knocking, waiting patiently for him to open the door before pushing Evangeline through the door.

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Gerard sat in eightlegs driver seat, his hands tight around the steering wheel as he waited for the sun to dip just an inch lower on the horizon. The second it did, he screamed away from the diner, Evangeline's bike hot on his heels. Driving down Route Guano at the speed he was gave Gerard the chance to block out all thoughts and fears about what was happening to Frank, and if he was even still alive. He felt his brothers gaze on him, digging it's way into his soul. "He'll be okay." Mikey muttered, his gaze refusing to leave his brothers face.
"He better be or I swear to god, I will.... I will make Korse pay!"

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Frank felt the weight on his shoulders lessen as he was taken down from the wall and laid gently on the floor below, someone gently cleaning his wounds. He winced as antiseptic was poured on the wound, hissing as it cleaned out his injuries. "Stay still." A voice ordered.
"What the hell are you doing?" Frank hissed through gritted teeth.
"Cleaning you up. The boss wants you clean."
"Well I'll be fucking dirty again in seconds." Frank snapped as she taped some gauze over his stomach.
"Shut the hell up! I'm trying to help you." Frank listened to the voice, taking in the feminine side to it, staying still in fear of lashing out and hurting her. "There we go, you're clean. Now the boss can have you." Frank was roughly lifted from the floor, his arm thrown around the neck of someone who was far too tall to carry his weight. His toes scraped the floor as he was lead down one bright corridor followed by another.

He was dropped roughly onto a bed, the soft mattress encasing his bruised and bleeding body. Through the pain induced haze, Frank felt some sit on the bed next to him, hands rubbing over his chest, stopping just short of the wounds. "I didn't realize I hurt you so bad." Whispered Korse. "I'll take the pain away." A low laugh broke free from his lips as he bent down, his hands exploring Frank's body. "You can open your eyes you know." Chuckled Korse. Frank squeezed his eyes tighter, hiding his unadjusted eyes from the clinical white light blaring down from the ceiling. "Come on, I want you to watch."
"No." Frank groaned, shying away from Korse's touch.
"Well, eyes closed is just as good." He laughed as he reached for Frank's belt, undoing it and pulling his pants down his thighs. Without breaking skin contact, Korse tugged his Frank's shirt over his head, admiring his handiwork before sliding his hands down his stomach, resting on his groin. "I'm going to have fun now." Korse unbuckled his own belt and slid it from the loops, using the worn leather to tie Frank's hands to the headboard. "Now, we don't want you screaming, so chew on this." He laughed as he forced a torn piece of rag into Frank's mouth. He ran his tongue over the material, trying to force it from his mouth, and failing. Korse slid his own clothes off, dropping them onto the pile on the floor before hovering over Frank, forcing himself into his body, laughing manically when Frank tried to shy away, groans of pain escaping his gagged mouth. A tear rolled down Frank's cheek, leaving a darker mark on the otherwise white sheets, as Korse forced himself into Frank repeatedly, laughing like a maniac as he bent down to bite his neck, drawing blood as he did so.

Frank curled up, his back sore, his ass bleeding. Tears were streaming down his face, his eyes still refusing to open as he felt Korse move around the room, thumps signalling his presence. "So, I'm guessing you didn't enjoy that?" Korse cackled as he pulled a clean pair of pants on. "Tough shit. It will be happening again soon enough." He helped Frank back into his clothes, ignoring screams of protest as he rubbed his hands over Frank's body, laughing as he shivered away.

Notes

heya killjoys!!

Sorry about the update... kinda rubbish tbh.....it would be longer but, uh.... I don't really know how to make the transition to the next part of the chapter so I'll start a new chapter on it....

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~Elise-Iero~