Sing It Out

For the whole car journey I was bound and forced to stay in my seat. Even if I tried to move to escape, one of the minions would place their hand on me and push me back down. I don't know why they want to hurt me, this has gone way too far.  To be honest, I have never seen these pricks in my life around school or around town. 
Even as I sit there, waiting for the inevitable, I still could not stop thinking about Gerard. What is he doing right now? Is he crying, grieving? Has he gone for help? Has he told the rest of the boys or does he even care? Has he gone back to a normal day? I don't think he could do anything like that and scowl at myself for even thinking about it like that. The people that have taken me weren't in any kind of rush, everyone seemed kind of calm which is unbelievable. They just kidnapped a guy who was showing his love affection and threatened to kill him and have remained pretty much silent for the whole journey. 
All I can say right now, is I'm pretty much fucked. 

*Gerard's P.O.V*

Those pricks, I never thought that I would see them again. They all promised the stay the fuck away from me and my friends. Bert has gone way too far this time.  Soon after Frank got taken away, I sprinted out and headed for the gate, praying for something that they dropped or anything. Frantic, I ran to every point of the parking lot and everywhere nearby. Nothing, nothing was left behind at all. Fuck, they were always so clean when they did this kind of thing. I do one final sweep of the area and finally notice something out of place. It wasn't huge, but for some reason, it really stood out to me. I ran towards it and picked it up. A stray piece of paper, I began to loose hope. But wait, what is that written on the top?
'GXOXO'
It's Frank. It's got to be him. I begin to shake as I turn the paper round to see what was written on it.

'I promise I will never forget the day we kissed or the day we met. The sky may fall and the stars may too, but in the end I will still love you.'

It was definitely him. I read this note a few times over, I finally had something. Something that could help me, or was it purely just a goodbye? I can't stand this anymore. I ran out of the school gates and tried to remember all the places Bert told me about here in New Jersey. He didn't usually talk about his designated areas for fucking killing and murdering people, but when he did, thankfully I paid attention. But I couldn't go all by myself, that would get us both killed. So instead of going to the place I thought Frank could be, I ran to the police. I used to be so scared of these people, afraid that I'd get caught, but it's totally different now. The man I love is in danger. 

After a few minutes of running, I finally reached the police station and made my enterence. I was immediately met with a rather tough-ish looking officer staring at me in confusion. 
"What's the matter kid?" he asked. To be honest, his voice did not match his figure at all. He was buff, overly buff, but his voice was so incredibly high and it was freaking the fuck out of me. Fuck sake Gerard, focus.  "My boyfriend has just been kidnapped and has had death threats from a certain individual. I think I know where he is." I told him. The officer raised his eyebrows and called other officers to him. 
"Okay kid, we need you to be calm, think clearly and tell us where he could be. What's your name?" the man asked. 
"Gerard Way."
"Okay Gerard, my name is Officer Stump. What is the name of the kidnapped boy and his kidnapper?" 
"Frank Iero is the boy kidnapped and a man named Bert McCracken." I didn't mention that I knew Bert, but I didn't think that it was important right now. 
"Okay then, what were going to do is I'm going to get PC Wentz with me and all three of us will follow your lead to this area. I can call back up if I need some." this was the best news I heard all day. We all immediately took action and we were on the road within a few minutes. I directed them the best I could off my memory, I wasn't the best at direction and co-ordinating, but now wasn't the time to fuck anything up. My poor Frankie was out there and I needed to find him and bring him home. 
'I'm coming my love, stay strong'. 

*Frank's P.O.V*

I've been here for a while now, I didn't know where 'here' was, but I know I really don't want to be here. I was strapped to a chair in a desolated room with nothing but a few crates and the chair I am sat on. Nobody had come in for a while, the all just dumped me in here. I really hope they forgot about me. 
But before I could get my hopes up, the door creaked open and someone slowly entered the room. It was Jerk, and he had a devilish grin plastered all over his face. 
"Well Frankie... You've made some terrible decisions in your life, some awful ones recently." he said with a chuckle at the end. I was about to ask him what the fuck he's talking about until he pushed my chair over, causing me to fall with it and leaned over me close enough that I could literally smell the stench of drugs and alcohol on his breath. 
"I wanted you to stay, the fuck away from Gerard. He's mine, he will always be mine. Just to let you know, he's a great fuck, so fucking excitable. But you will never find out because I'm going to kill you, right here to make sure you don't touch him ever again." he explained. I refused to cry, granted I was petrified, but I refuse to show emotion right now. I must stand my ground for as long as I can. 
But then it finally came to me. 
"You're one of Gerard's buyers." I realized. He replied only with a smile. 
"Oh you're a clever boy arent you... Well, I guess I am. And I want my name to be the last one that rings in your head when you inevitably die." he said as he pulled a rather terrifying knife out his back pocket. He raised it from my stomach all the way till it was just piercing where my neck meets my chest. I close my eyes and try to remember Gerard. His gorgeous face, his delicate hands, his elegant body, his incredible voice, his amazing personality and humor, my amazing boyfriend and my one accomplishment in my life, him. I mumble 'I love you' under my breath as the knife was pushed deeper and deeper into my neck, the pain becoming excruciating. It wasn't until I heard a loud bang from somewhere in the room and then everything went black once more. 
"My name is Bert McCracken."
Welcome sweet, innocent death, I've been waiting for you for a long time now.  

Notes

Hey! A bit of Gerard P.O.V for you, just thought it was required.
So, this story is 3rd most popular at the moment and I'm slightly scared but so grateful for people that are reading this and keeping up with it. Thank you!