Anytime You Want

The door to the the trailer in the woods swings open easily. I run my hands through the messy red strands on my head, pushing it back; I'd turn it blue next. Electric blue.
"Frank?" I call, taking off the long, dark coat I wore, revealing the tailored grey waistcoat and shirt underneath, speckled with blood, turning round to see the smaller, younger man.
"Hey, babe" I say, opening my arms to envelop Frank inside.
"Don't 'hey, babe' me" he says in a low voice. He shoulders past me and storms through the door that hadn't swung shut.
"Frank? What's wrong, Frank?" I'm worried, anxious. He stands in the middle of the woods, the moonlight just illuminating his chilly tattooed forearms, the delicate scorpion ink embellishing his neck. His breath rises, like frigid dragon's smoke, spiralling in angry enchantment in the frosty air.
"You killed someone. You killed someone!"
I step out of the trailer, slowly pacing down the steps, holding my left hand out towards Frank.
"I did what I had to do, to keep you- to keep us- safe. That's all, Frankie."
He is shaking his head frantically, pacing back at the same time I nudge forward, heavy, unbelieving footsteps breaking crystal coated twigs, crunching the icy leaves.
"You did exactly what I would have done. You're supposed to be better than me! You're supposed to be my anytime-you-want, my role model, my help, my everything! You're supposed to love me! I thought you had to go and sort out the riots in New York! Unless.." Realisation dawns on his face, eyes widening in fear, admiration almost, but twisted, mutated into a horrible sense of the weight of my actions.
"You started the riots in New York" he whispers, horrified.
"Frank, listen to me, please-"
"No, Gerard! You were supposed to protect us!" He backs away from me. He looks terrified, eyes wide, hairs on end, shaking. I turn to the trailer wall and thump it with my fist in anger. When did I become the monster?

-

"Iero/Way 2893570 - ready to go?" The man replacing Boaz lacks the meanness his predecessor had around his dull green eyes, his mouth a little more gentle. The flight to the location was short. Both men were murderers, both would have to pay. The man reviewed Way's case file: president assassinator at 17, FBI president at 23, therapist at 26. The 29 year old had the fall of a city under his belt now too; something this new man would be sure not to underestimate. Way had people, contacts, friends; he'd led a noticeably unnoticeable life for the past four years or so. The man turned the paper, frowned, put it back in the silver, battered filing cabinet. Iero seemed a little more vulnerable, a little more unstable. The man sighed, and stood up, the team aboard the chopper busy and bustling, filling the whining machine with their chatter.
"Sir?" One of them called him, and he walked towards the cockpit.
"There" said the co-pilot, pointing an outstretched finger at the large woodland ahead, barely visible in the darkness of the night, the outlines of trees stretching up to the sky just illuminated by the full moon and powerful headlights.
"Go steady. We want Way eradicated, Iero..." He mused. "Iero alive on medical grounds."
A member of his team sighed irritably - easier to kill both or arrest both, not one and the other - and the young commander looked down. He hadn't been ready for this; Gerard had killed the best of them, or rendered them unfit for purpose.
The helicopter powered on, disturbing the chill of the unusually cold still air.

-

I slump against a tree, my back against the frozen bark, wiping an angry tear from my cold face. Gerard is supposed to keep me in the loop, not treat me like a child! I pout immaturely, but it makes me feel marginally better. I am used to control, not being controlled. I realise, now, that I wanted to go. My home was with Gerard. An overwhelming sense of loss weighs my chest with its shadow, all of a sudden. I don't have a home, not anymore. I stand wearily, feeling a lot older than I am, and make my way back to the little trailer to say my goodbyes, and go...where? I look at the sky, stretching, my eyes shut.
Then I hear it.
The whine of a distant engine.
I scream his name, uncontrollably; the sound escapes me like a reflex, before I clap my hand over my mouth and start to evade the shock rendering me still and screaming, thudding in a heavy run across the forest floor.

Notes

Hi all,
I am so sorry it has been so long, I promise you I will get the rest of this finished! I've been so, /so/ busy (she writes at 01:25), how are we all? Great, I hope.

On a more serious note, has anyone heard from @stitches recently at all? Please get in touch if you have.

There aren't many chapters left and I'd appreciate feedback as I always do.
I'd like to start something new - but I'll finish it before I post it on this site. I've got a few ideas and long summer. If you don't hear from me in a while after I finish this, that's where I'll be.

And as for this story - I see this fanfiction as a first draft. I'd like to adapt it into a proper, fully fledged story. Summertime.

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Thank you all,
Em xo