Dead.

Frank's P.O.V


I tapped my foot against the carpet aggressively. I waited, and waited until the door opened, Gerard stepped in. I ran over, slamming the door shut, taking him by his shirt, “What the hell, Gerard?! You careless, arrogant, fool!”

Gerard shoved me away, “Don’t you dare fucking touch me.” He yelled. He said softer this time, “When you called, I thought we were going to make up-”

“Don’t be stupid, Gerard.” I tightened my jaw, “You don’t realize what you did, don’t you? You killed Jenna-did you forget the fucking scene you caused? Toro’s going to connect us to her, we’re going to jail.”

Gerard smirked, “Not if Toro is next.”

My hands formed into fists, “Not everything can be solved with killing.”

Gerard glanced at my hands, “Of course it can.” He walked over to me, his eyes taking glances at my fists, “Maybe you should relax,” His hands reached out to my hands. His hands touched mine, making me relax a bit. My fists weakened, “You don’t get it, do you?” I added, “We’re going to end up in jail-you basically put us on death row.”

Gerard frowned, “I put myself on death row...you had nothing to do with any of this.”

My fists failed to keep form, my hands relaxed completely as I stared up at him. His hazel eyes seemed more brighter. He said, “If I ever get caught-which I doubt-I’m never going to rat you out…” Gerard leaned in slightly, “I think we can come to an understanding, Frankie. We don’t need to be mad at one another.” His lips brushed against mine, I didn’t want to pull away. Gerard’s hands moved away from mine, and rested on my hips, “You don’t get it, do you? We’re meant to be.” His breath brushed across my lips, “I don’t like being mad at you.”

I leaned in, colliding our lips. It was just like before. His saliva was sweet, tangy. The way his lips moved in motion with mine was perfect. I loved him-I hated his idiotic actions, but I loved him.

“F-Frank?”

I pulled away, staring at Mikey who shivered against the wall. He stared at us, wide-eyed.

No, no, please.

I can feel my heart break into pieces, “Mikey...what did you hear?”

Mikey glanced at the two of us, “I-I won’t tell anyone-”

It seemed as if everything happened so fast. Gerard ran toward Mikey who struggled in his grasp. Gerard slammed Mikey onto the couch-before pulling out a knife. I rushed over, kicked Gerard behind the knee, causing him to collapse. Mikey tried climbing over the couch, but I grasped onto his waist, reeling him down. I did my best not to hurt him, but keep him still. I shouted, “Mikey-!”

He kicked up at me, hitting my stomach. I groaned, but kept my grasp on him. I shouted again, “Mikey-! Listen-!” He was stronger than I had thought. He was good at kicking, that’s for sure. I finally placed his hands behind his back, facing his chest onto the couch. He cried out, “Please, let me go.” Tears fell from his eyes, “I pr-promise I won’t…” His words faded out into cries.

I panted, “Mikey, we’re not going to hurt you.”

Gerard growled, “Like hell we’re not. He knows, Frankie!”

Mikey cried louder, making me flinch. I yelled, “We’re not going to hurt him, Gerard-so shut up.”

Mikey’s voice was raspy, “Frank, let me go-please.”

There was so much commotion. Mikey crying, Gerard screaming into my ear. My ears rang, until they finally shut everyone out. It seemed as if everything was in slow motion. Mikey struggled, crying his eyes out. Gerard was yelling at me, telling me we should just kill him. I wasn’t going to kill Mikey. Mikey was my best friend, I couldn’t bring myself into it.

It seemed everyone’s voice around me slowly came up again. I finally shouted, “SHUT UP.”

And they did.

Mikey did cry more softly, but Gerard was dead silent. I said, “Mikey, we’re not going to hurt you, you have to trust me,”

“You’re crazy! I can’t trust you.” He added, “You’ve killed so many people, Frankie...a-are you The-”

Gerard cutted in, “No, I’m The Raven. He’s the partner.” Gerard seemed really proud to take the title of The Raven, as he should be. Gerard tucked in his lips before whispering in my ear, “Frankie, I know you care about him, but you know what we need to do.”

I yelled, "Shut up, Gerard. We're not killing him!"

Mikey's body relaxed a bit, "Y-you're not? Good, so please, let me go."

I said, "I'll let you go, but you have to promise that you won't run."

Mikey nodded madly, "Okay, okay."

I hesitated, but I released his hands. Mikey didn't move. He panted heavily before turning his body onto the couch, looking up at us. Gerard scowled, "This is stupid."

Mikey stared at him.

Gerard barked, "Why the fuck are you staring at me?"

Mikey looked away quickly. He said without making eye contact, "In all honesty, I'd be running right now...but I'm too scared to." His words were soft, anxious. Mikey glanced up at me, "I always called you an emotionless robot but...I never thought you'd kill another human being-I'm surprised I'm alive." He didn't smile, "Frank...what are you going to do with me?"

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