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Meet me on the battlefield

Chapter 2 Mikey's POV

Let me just say right now that my name is Mikey Way, and unlike the rest of my family, I
didn't want Gerard to leave home. We weren't the best of brothers, to be honest, but he was someone to talk to. He was more company than any of the, erm, help we had around the house.

I didn't stop Gerard from leaving for one reason.

I really hated Lindsey.

She got angry with me every time Gerard left the room, for something really unimportant.
We had gotten in a yelling match at one point, when Gerard was out feeding the pigs, and when he came back, she told him all lies, and he refused to see the truth.

I didn't want my brother to leave, I just wanted that woman to leave.

If you're curious, I'm not married, or in a relationship of any kind. I'm single, and have
been for the past four years. I've tried getting into relationships, since most men my age are off at war with a wife and fifteen kids, but it's never worked out. I just go from one job to another, living with my best friend Frank, and making the best of everything, which is actually harder than it seems some days.

My first job was at this tavern, I don't remember the name of it; I didn't work there very
long and I didn't go there afterwards. I left the tavern two months after starting to work there, not liking how I had to deal with angry drunks every night, and how I got death threats by this one batch of sailors because I didn't give them free drinks. I left that place and I'm glad I did.

Then I went to work as farm help. I didn't do a lot of the hard work, so I didn't get paid a lot, but I took care of the livestock they had there, and occasionally had to slaughter a pig or two.

The only reason I even got that job was because they were one of those families that came from the north and didn't want to have slaves, believing they were people just like anyone.
They were one of those 'weird people'.

I left that farm after about a year, since it was just too far from my house with Frank to
make the journey everyday, especially when Frank got sick and I needed to rush home to tend to him. So, I took work as a shoemaker's apprentice, and I was actually pretty good at it. It wasn't far from home, and as Frank got better he started to work alongside me, my boss not really caring since it just got more of his work done, even if it did double the pay.

Frank and I started working together wherever we could, never staying one place for long.
Our jobs would change periodically, and finally, before everything went to Hell, we were working together again, this time at a bookstore where we would spend our days binding books, delivering some to farms or other places out of the way, or even running the store.

Our boss, Brian Schechter, was good to the two of us, and even dealt with Frank being sick a lot, and how I'd leave periodically to make sure he was still breathing. I was maybe just a little too attached to Frank, but he was my best friend and I cared more about him than anyone, I didn't want him to die.

It wasn't a fantastic life, but as long as I had my friends and family with me, it was
bearable, at times, I'd even go as far as saying it was a really good life, but that didn't happen frequently.

Now, a reader like yourself might be wondering where it all went wrong, where my life
'went to Hell' as I said earlier. Well, it started the day Frank and I went to drop off an order of books at a school, it was one where men went to study military strategy, and luckily I moved out before my parents suggested I attend the school; I wasn't cut out for the bloodshed, just the thought of it made my legs go weak.

Enough about that, the story needs to start.

Frank and I were delivering books, traveling many miles on a horse drawn carriage, a
crate of books in the back. I was sitting up front with Frank, who held the reins to the horses, with a tight grip.

The sun was just leaving it's high point in the sky, the heat not unbearable but not
comfortable in the slightest.

"You should come to the pub with us tonight," Frank suddenly said, looking over at me. I
looked over and met his eyes, and saw the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. He was up to
something.

"Brian needs us early at the shop tomorrow," I answered, not even considering his offer. I
didn't go out to drink as much as anyone, not as much as Frank, at least. He would go out for a drink whenever he could. I hated waking up in the middle of the night to Frank stumbling around the house and destroying everything in his wake like a hurricane.

"We'll just get him to join us!" To Frank that made the most amount of sense, as if Brian
would join in when he would never miss a work purposefully in his life, or even think about opening late.

I sighed, "You know he won't. You're talking about the same man who made us work
Christmas last year because he thought people would buy last minute presents."

Frank pouted, turning away. "You're no fun."

"So I've been told..."

"Well, how about we go to the theater?" Frank asked, "there's a new musical act tonight. I
know how much you like those things. I'll pay! Pleeeeaaaasseeeeee?"

I furrowed my brow this time, confused beyond belief. "You're a very strange man, mister
Iero."

"So I've been told," he said, finally looking at me and grinning. I flashed a small smile in his direction quickly.

"Why are you trying to get me to go places? First the pub and now the theater? It's
almost like you're wanting to go on a date with me."

Frank shrugged but didn't say anything for a moment. "You just need to get out of the
house, you haven't been out since Mary."

I lowered my gaze. "I thought I said to never say her name around me," I grumbled. Mary
was one girl I really liked, maybe even loved, the last one I ever went out with, but she left me for the baker's son, and moved up north without even saying good bye to me. "If I agree will you agree to drop the subject until we get home?"

"Of course."

"Then I'll go, if it'll get you to be quiet."

We dropped the books off after that, some of the students meeting us outside to carry
the crate in. We were handed a bag of coins, a mix of gold and silver, and we were on our way back to the shop.

I had the reins in my hands now, while Frank sat inside the carriage, supposedly counting
the payment, but most likely napping. I sighed, flicking the reins and the horses taking a few faster steps. I could tell it would be a long night already, but I can't lie and say I wasn't excited.

I gazed over the horizon, looking for signs of civilization but not finding the town I hold near and dear to my heart, but instead a small line of men on horses with their own carriage.

"Frank...Frank wake up," I whispered urgently, sticking my hand behind me and trying to
find Frank and hitting him. "Wake up, you ass."

"Wha? I'm awake, why wouldn't I be?" Frank asked, poking his head out. His hair was
messier and he looked groggy, and I knew I was right.

I pointed to the horizon, my face grim. He had to lift his head up to see and he looked at
me worriedly.

"Maybe they're just a clan of people moving?" Frank suggested hopefully.
"Would they really have that many men guarding them and not move as we approach
them?" I asked.

Frank looked back at me, all hope gone.

They were thieves, and the two of us were more than likely about to die once they
discovered we had no treasures of any sort.
Except our scalps.

I shuddered at the thought.

Frank climbed out to sit next to me, doing his best to look brave, which under different
circumstances I would laugh at, but I really couldn't now.

We were closer now and one of the men moved forward, on his horse. I slowed down, a
good distance away from him still, until we came to a stop.

"Greetings, good sirs," the man on the horse called out. "I'm Lord Webb."

"Mister Way," I called out myself, pointing to me, then shifting my finger to Frank, "Mister Iero."

"It's a fine day for a stroll, is it not?" The man, Lord Webb, still on his horse, moved close to us, his horse trotting lightly.

The two of us watched him with our eyes. "Just heading home, sir."

Lord Webb was in arms reach of me now, grinning at me. He had a scar from the bottom
of his eye to the top of his lip, and many more smaller ones over the rest of his face, ones that only came from many years of sword fighting.

"Sir, we don't have anything worth stealing, just a bag of coins which we'll happily hand
over for our safety home-" I started to say, before getting cut off by the man, whose hand moved to his gun holster. Lord Webb clicked his tongue, "We're no thieves, Mister Way, just mere soldiers out
recruiting men, on our way to the next town when we saw you heading this way." He pulled his gun out, pointing it right at my face. "Now get out and start walking."

I looked at Frank, whose eyes were as wide as my mother's dinner plates. Webb raised
his gun in the air, shooting off a bullet, and yelled "Now!" and before his voice rang quiet Frank and I stumbled of the carriage seats, walking to the other side of, where the other men were. A handful of them got off their horses, running over to us before we even had a chance to try and run away.

My arms were grabbed roughly, and pulled behind my back, a rope tying them together. I
gulped worriedly, trying not to stumble over the many pairs of feet. As we got closer, the guy holding the rope pulled me back to a halt and another stepped in front and his fist collided with my gut, surely knocking the wind out of me and doubling over. The man in front of me lifted my head up by my hair and his fist swung and hit the side of my cheek. I cried out in pain and half a beat later I heard Frank's wails as well.

After another punch, I was lifted up into the carriage and roughly thrown in, Frank
following suit and landing on top of me. He rolled off of me, whimpering, and we were facing each other. His face was bloody, his nose most likely broken.

The carriage soon lurched forward, the sound of men and horses mingling outside, all
being lost as Frank and I both realized what was happening.

We'd never see our family or friends again. Not even our little house together, or the little dog that runs around the yards and begs for food from everyone that Frank always tries to beg
me to keep.

Our families would never know what happened to us, maybe coming to the conclusion
that we died of some disease, or that we were prosecuted for whatever reason.
I wish these men had been thieves instead of who they turned out to be.
I'd rather be dead than my life going to this.
I looked at Frank seriously, frowning and holding back the sobs that were a mixture of
pain and suffering. "We're going to war."

Comments

@falloutlies
sorry for not updating! it just would never let me log in so i couldn't :/
but i'm back now :)
i'm glad you liked the story! :D
Yes. Yesyesyes. Thanks for finally updating! One of my favorite FanFictions on here. Hope you'll write some more hint hint wink wink c:
falloutlies falloutlies
9/5/13
Update!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡!!!!!!¡!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my God this is AWESOME!!!!! You're a great writer. Update pleeeeeeease update!!
falloutlies falloutlies
4/27/13
@fake sunsets.
haha, it's okay.
I'm really glad you like it :)
westolethefire westolethefire
10/29/12