Disarm

***Time Stamp: Six Months Later***

Frank was still a little nervous around Mikey if Gerard wasn't there, but he had come to terms with things, with the help of Ray, Gerard's only close friend. Ray knew about Mikey and had known for several years now, and he had helped Frank to understand the way it all worked, and how to stay on Mikey's good side. They'd spent a good couple of hours sat talking in private when Ray turned up at Gerard and Mikey's house. And now, if Frank felt unsure about anything, he would call Ray to ask his advice. The older man was always up for a chat. Frank remembered their first conversation, and how nervous he'd been talking about this, and hearing the full (he hoped) extent of Mikey's psychotic behavior.

"So how did you find out about him?"

Frank asked, sat against Gerard's headboard with this stranger, with truly amazing hair, sat across from him.

"Gerard came over crying, covered in dirt. He told me that Mikey had killed the dog that bit him the other day when we were outside playing.”

"Playing? How old were you all?"

"I think eight? Gee was too close to the neighbor's fence and we knew the dog was mean, but we didn't think it would bite."

"So Mikey was how old?"

"Believe it or not, only five. He hit the dog with a shovel on the head. I was nine, but I knew something was wrong with the way he reacted."

Ray sighed deeply.

"Still I was Gee's best friend so I said nothing."

"Five? Shit!"

Frank frowned, looking down.

"He's..."

He began, really quietly, glancing toward the closed bedroom door.

"He's pretty fucked up, isn't he?"

"Yeah he is, but Gerard loves him and I love Gerard so..."

"So you just accept it."

"Yeah."

Ray scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh and I don't like...love him love him. No offense man, I'm straight."

Frank laughed slightly.

"That's cool. I don't judge."

"Good, then you will be fine Frankie."

"Frankie Frankie Frankie! Goodness, I have been calling you for the last 15 min. Are you that lost in your head?"

"Huh? What? Sorry, what did you say?"

"I asked you if you were ready, we have to meet Ray and Mikey at the theater soon."

"God yeah, sorry baby. My mind was elsewhere."

Frank grinned, standing up and stepping up close to Gerard.

"You look good. Is it just me or do most guys picture you naked?"

Gerard rolled his eyes.

"You need new ones Frankie, I heard that one before."

Frank frowned.

"Are you a cowboy, cause I can see you riding me."

He winked then took Gerard's hand.

"Let's go."

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"Fuck, I swear that film gets better and better each time I see it."

"Hell yeah, Evil Dead will always be a classic and..."

"Hey Frank, is that you?"

Two guys walked up to where the guys were talking about the film.

"Tyler? Oh wow man. It's been too long."

Frank grabbed the guy into a hug, slapping his back a couple of times before pulling back and turning to the other man.

"Hey Josh. How you doing?"

He shook the second man's hand.

"Great. We decided to catch the Evil Dead showing, but this jackass took too long with his girlfriend so we missed the first showing."

"Hey, can I help if she needed help with her dress!"

"That means you help her get into it, not out of it and then back into it."

Josh laughed.

"You dog you."

Frank laughed.

"So what have you guys been up to? Still working for the competition?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Hey now...just becasue you drive the brown truck and we drive the white one, doesn't mean you gotta get all racist on us."

The three of them laughed and then a throat cleared.

"Hey Frankie, aren't you going to introduce us to your friends?"

Mikey gave Frank a look.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Tyler, Josh…"

He indicated each man in turn.

"…this is Mikey, Ray and Gerard."

He looked at Mikey.

"Tyler and Josh do the same as me. They just work for some little firm you probably never heard of."

His eyes sparkled as he teased his old friends, like he did every time he saw them.

"Oh bullshit Iero. He's just pissed cause Fed Ex wouldn't hire him."

"Yeah, he only got the job at UPS cause of his family connections."

The two boys ribbed Frank right back.

"Hey. I just saw George Michael in the men's room. He was asking about you."

He smirked, knowing that gay jokes were like these guys’ kryptonite.

"Oh fuck you and that homo shit. Ugh gross."

Mikey raised an eyebrow at this and looked at his brother. Gerard had pulled himself inward subconsciously.

"Anyway, we should get going. We are meeting friends at the diner."

Ray interjected and Gerard gave him a grateful look, but Mikey was seething now.

"Got a hot date Iero? Gonna fuck her in the bathroom like you did at that one bar, what the fuck was the name of it again?"

"The name of the bar or her?"

Tyler and Josh started to crack up again.

"Whatever."

Frank laughed, shaking his head.

"Go jerk each other off or something."

At the looks on their faces, he grinned and pulled them both in for a man hug.

"Catch up soon, yeah?"

"Yeah, later hater, nice meeting you guys too."

They walked off and as soon as they were out of sight, Mikey grabbed Frank by the arm hard and pulled him into the alley. He pushed him against the wall and growled in in face.

"What the fuck was that all about Iero huh? You fucking random people behind my brother's back?!"

"Mikey please, not here."

Gerard was getting upset and Ray hugged him.

"Gee's right Mikey, not here."

"Fine, let's take a drive then."

"Mikey no. That's not even funny."

Mikey sneered.

"Fine, I'm going home. Ray come on."

Mikey pushed Frank against the building one more time hard and then walked off. Ray hugged Gerard one last time and then left too. Now it was just Gerard standing there awkwardly with Frank.

"Gerard. You've got nothing to worry about."

Frank gently took Gerard's hands in his and tried to meet his eyes.

"What they said? They were talking about something that happened years ago. Long before I met and fell in love with you."

"You...you didn't introduce me."

"What?"

"You...didn't say I was your boyfriend."

"Baby I…"

Frank sighed, looking down.

"Look. I've known those guys since junior high. They knew me before I worked out that I'm pan and I never told them."

He looked up, a pained look in his eyes.

"You heard how they are. They're on the edge of homophobia, and I've always been too chicken to come out to them. I'm afraid they'd beat the shit outta me, or something."

"Wait...do your parents even know?"

Gerard looked Frank and didn't even wait for Frank to answer.

"Take me home please."

"Gerard please."

"Frank...take me home."

Frank sighed, his head and heart dropping.

"Okay. If that's what you want."

"Yes it is."

Without another word, Gerard walked to the car. Frank followed dejectedly behind him. When he got to the car, he opened Gerard's door then closed it gently after Gerard got in. Frank went around the car and got behind the wheel, then started the engine.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't hide this from you to hurt you. I'd never hurt you on purpose. You know that, right?"

Gerard stayed silent.

"Baby. You know that."

Frank felt a cold chill running through him. If Gerard didn't forgive him, then he'd probably be dead in a week. He knew Mikey worked fast. He shuddered involuntarily. Maybe he could leave the country. He'd heard Guam was nice this time of year.

***Time Stamp: One Month Later***

"Gee, call him."

"No Ray, I can't. Not after the fight we had."

Gerard cringed remembering the yelling. He should have just kept quiet in the car on the ride home, but Frank kept asking him to talk to him and he finally did.

"No Frank, I'm sorry, I just can't. I can't stay with someone who keeps a secret like that from his friends and family. I want to be with you out in the open and not worry about running into your friends or relatives and having to act like just friends."

"Baby please. You've had Mikey to protect you from homophobic assholes your whole life. I haven't."

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Hey. Mikey's not gonna kill Josh and Tyler, right?"

"Please, he has better things to do then chase down your pathetic loser friends."

Frank huffed as they stopped at a red light.

"Look. There are only a handful of people who I keep this a secret from, and no one I see more than once or twice a year."

Gerard turned to Frank with his arms crossed over his chest.

"That's not the point! You still keep it!"

Frank slammed his hand against the steering wheel and turned to face Gerard.

"Yeah? Well what about your secret, huh? You want me to keep that."

Before Frank knew it Gerard had slapped him.

"How dare you! You know that is completely different!"

Gerard unbuckled and got out of the car. He hailed the cab next to them and got in.

"Don't bother calling me!"

When the light turned green the cab took off.

"Fuck. I'm so dead."

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It had been over a month since Gerard last talked to Frank. He made sure to tell Mikey to leave Frank alone though. Mikey was pissed about it so when he saw Frank on one of his routes he decided to fuck with him.

Frank had just dropped off a parcel at a small cinema in Brooklyn, and was returning to his van. He didn't like this particular part of the district. He'd been robbed there twice in the last 18 months. He was on edge as he approached the driver's side, keys in hand.

"Hello Frankie."

Frank let out an embarrassing shriek as he spun around and dropped his keys. His eyes went wide, his mouth dry.

"M-Mikey?"

"Fancy running into you here."

Mikey walked up with his hands in his pocket.

"Are, are you gonna kill me n-now?"

"Now why would you think that Frankie boy? Did you do something that would make me want to kill you?"

He leaned against the truck crowding the younger man in. Frank swallowed convulsively. He was pretty sure he was about to die. Well actually, he was pretty sure he was gonna piss himself, then die.

"I'm sorry. I-I never meant t-to hurt him."

"Of course of course, they all said that you know."

Mikey pulled out his favorite knife and held it up to Frank's face.

"You are one of the lucky ones though."

He ran the blade against his cheek shaving off the fine hairs that were there.

Frank squeezed his eyes shut.

"I-I am?"

"Sure...you would have been dead that night if it weren't for Gee."

Mikey moved the knife up under his eye. Frank tried really hard not to shake like some scared little rabbit.

"And, and now?"

Mikey made a slight cut in the skin.

"You still live."

Mikey pulled the knife away and slipped it in his pocket.

"Night night Frankie."

He walked away into the night disappearing in the shadows. Frank pissed himself a little as tears he'd been holding in slid down his cheeks. Shakily, he reached down and picked up his keys, before unlocking the driver's door and climbing in. He made sure all the doors were locked then started the van and drove back to the UPS building. After telling his boss that he was sick, he handed over the last of the day's route to someone else, then headed home or rather, to the bar two blocks from his house. He really needed a stiff drink right about now.

"I'm telling you baby, he is just a mess. Yeah, I know. I love you too."

Ray hangs up with his girlfriend. He spent another day with Gerard watching him get worse. Thankfully he was not drinking, but after all that Ray really needed one. He walked into the bar and found an empty stool. He ordered himself a gin and tonic and sipped it slowly. On the other side of the bar was a guy with his head down on the cool polished wood. Ray knew that feeling. Everyone went through it.

"Hey man, how long has that guy been there?"

The bartender put his cloth on his shoulder.

"About an hour. Seems like drinking is not his thing, only gave him three shots so far."

"Huh. Well send him a fourth on me."

"You got it man."

The bartender put a shot of Jack and Coke together and carried it down.

"Hey buddy, looks like you made a friend. This is from the guy at the end of the bar.

Frank lifted his head and turned to thank his new "friend". His eyes widened.

"Ray?"

"Frank."

Ray moved down to the end of the bar. He looked at the crumbled man before him.

"Oh man Frank, what happened?"

"You know Gerard and I aren't together?"

"Of course, I'm sorry Frank, I really am, but..."

Ray looked at Frank and saw the cut under his eye. It was precisely placed.

"Mikey."

"Yeah. He cornered me while I was working. I thought I was a dead man."

Frank looked down at his hands.

"I pissed my Goddamn pants Ray."

"I can believe it."

Ray put a hand over Frank's shoulder.

"Come on, let's get you home. Did you drive?"

Frank nodded.

"I came straight from work."

Ray helped Frank up and they headed out the door. Ray looked around.

"Wait...I don't see your car."

Frank looked around and frowned.

"It was right here."

He pointed to a space just a few feet away.

"Great."

His shoulders slumped in defeat.

"My car's been stolen. Perfect end to a crappy day."

"Frank...are you sure you drove?"

Ray wasn't sure if Frank was fully there right now. Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys.

"Positive."

"Frank...those are your house keys."

"W-What?.

He looked at the keys in his hand and laughed.

"Oh yeah. They are."

"Come on Frank."

As Ray walked Frank to his house, he texted Gerard.

*Frank's a real mess. Found him at a bar. You need to talk to him.*

A few minutes later he got a text back.

*Take care of him please. I just can't right now.*

Ray sighed and led Frank home.

***Time Stamp: Two Weeks Later***

Gerard sat at his desk and sighed. Almost two months that he had not seen or spoke to Frank. He stopped drawing at home and work. Hell, he even stopped drinking chai...which really sucked, but it reminded him too much of Frank. Worse of all Martin had come slinking around. It was not so bad before, but now he was up to his old habits of subtle innuendos...that were anything but subtle. The latest one was an offer of another musical that Gerard really liked.

"Come on Gerard, you need to have fun again."

Gerard eventually caved and was now going with Martin on Saturday.

"I hope I don’t regret this."

Mikey was waiting at Frank's house when he got home from work on Thursday night. He was kind of put off that his appearance was not scaring the man like it used to. Still, he was slightly startled when the door opened and Mikey was sitting on his sofa in the dark.

"We need to talk."

"Do we? Gerard doesn't want to see me. And as much as that hurts, I'm respecting it. So what do we have to talk about?"

Frank kicked off his shoes and flopped into an armchair.

"Has he given you permission to kill me now? Is that why you're here?"

"No Frankie he hasn't. In fact he is going out on a date this weekend."

Frank felt his heart break that little bit more.

"I...I hope it goes well."

He looked down, sighing deeply.

"Is the guy nice to him? Oh wait, stupid question. Forget I asked."

He knew the guy would be dead if he wasn't nice.

"Actually I can't find anything out about him. Only that he works at Gee's job and his name is Martin."

Frank frowned.

"Martin. Slimy guy in a shiny suit? I think I met him once."

Mikey growled low.

"What do you mean slimy?"

Frank rubbed the back of his neck. He knew that what he was about to say would likely get that guy killed, but if it kept Gerard safe, then so be it.

"The day I asked Gerard out, it started with me rescuing him from this guy who was hitting on him. Gerard looked so uncomfortable and trapped that I stepped in and pretended to be his boyfriend, and the guy backed off."

Frank frowned.

"If it's the same guy, then he's like one of those business men you see in a bar after work, hitting on the waitresses and pinching their ass. Slimy."

"I see."

Mikey got up and headed to the door.

"Thank you Frank."

"Huh, yeah. No problem."

But Mikey was already gone.

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Gerard was nervous. Martin said they would leave from the office on Friday so he brought a change of clothing with him. He had just stepped out of the bathroom when he heard Martin.

"Oh dear, that won't do. You look too under dressed for a musical."

Gerard looked down at himself. He didn't feel under dressed.

"Come, we have time to make a quick stop and get you something better."

Gerard wasn't made of money. He couldn't afford an upscale suit like Martin was wearing. Still he didn't argue and just went along.

When Frank got home that night Mikey was in his house again, but this time he was chain smoking and not trying to hide at all.

"This is becoming a habit Mikey. What do you want now?"

"I can't kill him."

Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Gerard asked you not to? Somehow I don't feel special anymore."

He disappeared into the kitchen, and returned a moment later with two cans of beer; he tossed one to Mikey, then sat in his chair.

"Thanks."

Mikey popped the top and took a drink.

"Gerard didn't tell me anything. I found out Martin Azure is of the Hampton Azures. He's up there with the Hiltons and shit. They would notice if he went missing."

"Bummer."

Frank cracked his own can open and drank deeply.

"So why are you here?"

"I need your help."

Frank took another, smaller sip.

"If you're gonna ask me to kill him, don't bother."

"Of course not. If I a pro cannot do it, you a complete amateur would have no chance."

Mikey took a big gulp and swallowed hard.

"No, I want you to follow him."

"Follow Martin?"

"Well...and Gerard too."

"Of course."

Frank considered this.

"Why me. You hate me and want to kill me, so why are you trusting me with this?"

Mikey took in a deep breath.

"I don't hate you Frank. In fact I think that Gee is making a big mistake leaving you. Out of all the guys that he has gone out with you were the best...well and also you are the only one still alive."

Mikey lit another cigarette and took a drag.

"While I think it is stupid that at your age, you give a shit what your parents and loser high school friends think about your lifestyle choices, I don’t think that was a good enough reason for Gerard to dump you."

Frank laughed humorlessly.

"Trust me. I think I'm stupid for giving a shit what people I barely see think about me, but my mum…"

He sighed, head and voice dropping.

"…she's all the family I really have left now, and I can't face losing her."

He looked up at Mikey.

"Can you understand that? That I love someone so much that I'll do anything to not lose them? Even hide who I am?"

"Hey, preaching to the choir here man. So will you do it?"

"Of course I will. Cause I love Gerard like that too."

"Great."

Mikey pulled out his phone. He scrolled to his notes.

"So they are in the city at a musical. Some shit about business and trying or not trying, I don’t fucking know. All I know is it has that Harry Potter brat in it."

"How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying?"

"Maybe. Yeah, that sounds like it."

"Okay. Do you know what theatre it’s on at and what time?"

Mikey laid out all the info including the fastest way to get there.

"Here are your tickets. Don’t ask how I got them."

"Wasn't going to."

Frank stood up and headed for the stairs to change.

"You can let yourself out right? You don't seem to have a problem letting yourself in."

"Yeah, you need to get dressed and get going. Formal attire."

Mikey got up and headed to the door.

"Hey Frankie."

It was the first time that Mikey called him that since the end of the break up without a condescending tone behind it.

"What?"

Frank turned to look at him, his shirt already unbuttoned.

"Thanks. I owe you one."

And then he was gone.

Frank's eyebrows took nearly a minute to return to their normal place, then he turned and headed up to shower and find his best suit.

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Frank walked into the lobby of the Al Hirschfeld Theatre on West 45th Street with a good twenty minutes to spare. He was in his best suit, and was a little nervous to see Gerard again.

"Box seats?"

Gerard could not believe it. Martin had bought him a suit that costs more than three of his paychecks and now they were in box seats at How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying, starring Daniel Radcliff. Gerard was officially floored. To make matters worse, he kept thinking that he was seeing Frank, but that was impossible. These tickets are hard to get and super expensive.

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Frank had spotted Gerard and that sleaze, Martin, about five minutes after he arrived. Gerard looked amazing, as he always did, and Frank felt his heart rip at the sight of him with someone else. Now it was the intermission, and he could see them both heading out of the room. Frank got up and followed them into the lobby.

"No no, if you really don't feel good, we can go."

Gerard hated the idea of missing the second half of the play, but Martin was complaining about his stomach most of the first half.

"The only problem is the car can't get here for a few more hours, but I don’t want to be sick in front of all these people."

Gerard was trying to think of something to help. He looked out the lobby doors and saw a hotel.

"We can wait at that hotel till the car gets here. You can get some seltzer for your stomach then."

"You know my family has a suite there we can use. Thank you Gerard for being so brilliant."

Gerard blushed a little and then helped Martin out of the building and they headed to the hotel.

Frank frowned. He'd been listening to the conversation, and was about 1000% certain that Martin was lying, and that Gerard was just too innocent to notice. He'd known Martin was likely to try something like this, and he just hoped that Gerard wouldn't get hurt.

Pulling his coat tighter around himself, as it was starting to get really cold out, and it looked like it might start to snow, Frank tailed the couple out of the theatre and across the road to a hotel called 305 West. It had been built in 1914 as a hotel, then changed into apartments back in the early 50s, then returned to its former glory just ten years ago. It was a beautiful building, but certainly not the most expensive hotel around. This told Frank how little Martin really thought of Gerard. It made him angry that the man thought Gerard was worth anything less than five-star.

Frank knew that the whole "my family has a suite there" line was just that, a line, as this hotel a: doesn't have "suites", and b: rents rooms by the hour, if you know what I mean.

Frank slipped in the doors and watched the couple walk up to the reception desk. Martin must've paid the guy there in advance, cos he heard the man gree't him with the formal familiarity you'd expect if your family really did keep a suite, in a much higher class establishment.

"Good evening Mr. Azure. Welcome back sir."

"Evening to you Daniel. I fear that I have fallen a bit ill while at the theater and would like to use the family suite till the car comes round."

"Certainly sir."

Daniel nodded, taking a key from beneath the desk. ‘Damn, he must've paid him well, and told him what to say.’ Frank thought as he lingered behind a column.

"I hope you feel better sir."

Daniel handed over the key.

"Thank you Daniel...oh and can you send Edward up in a bit with some bicarbonate. I have a feeling I am going to need a little extra help subduing this one."

"Of course sir."

Frank watched as Gerard and Martin headed toward an elevator that looked like it was powered by steam, it was so old. Frank waited until the doors closed, then approached the desk.

"Hi there. Can I have a room please. I don't fancy waiting out in the snow till my train arrives."

"Sure pal."

Daniel said, his airs and graces gone to reveal his thick Jersey accent.

"I got two rooms left. Which do ya want? Second floor or top?"

Frank looked toward the elevator, then back.

"Which floor did they go to?"

Frank took out a 20 and offered it to the clerk. Daniel's eyebrow rose, then he smirked. Who was he to turn down free cash?

"Top."

Frank handed over the 20.

"Then I'll have top too."

Daniel took payment for the room...an entire $25 for the night..then handed over a key and winked.

"Have a fun night dude."

Frank gave a weak smile then walked away.

"Hey Eddie, Marty's back and it looks like he's got a hot one tonight. Guessing he is gonna need to gag this one pretty good. You up for it?"

Frank ground his teeth together. That really didn't sound good. He considered calling Mikey, but decided he would handle this himself, without causing deaths. When he reached the top floor, he saw that there were only three rooms. That made things easier, but without any kind of plan, he really wasn't sure what to do now. Frank's room was the first of two doors on the left, and the third door was opposite it. He was just trying to work out which one Gerard was in, when the door on the right opened and a woman in the smallest, tackiest dress he'd ever seen emerged, blowing a kiss back into the room as she stuffed a 50 in her bra and headed to the elevator.
So not that room then.
Frank went to the room he'd paid for and straight to the wall that was between his and Gerard's rooms. The walls were like paper, and he could hear everything.

"No no, I'm good really Martin."

The room was not that amazing actually and Gerard was beginning to question Martin's integrity.

"Come on Gee, just one drink while we wait. I hate the idea of drinking alone."

"Just one okay?"

Martin smiled.

"Just one."

Edward Grouse or Fast Eddie to his friends, was whistling as he stepped off the elevator. He had his little black bag in his hands and was heading for a fun time if the text he just got was any indication.

*All primed and ready for you.*

The pic that came with it was of a pale man with black hair and delicious looking hips. Oh yes, this was going to be a night that he would never forget.

Frank heard a knock on the door of the room Gerard was in. He was pretty sure this place didn't do room service.

"Hey Eddie."

"Marty, I got the party favors..."

He shook his little bag.

"...you got the party?"

Martin opened the door more and showed Gerard on the bed passed out from the drugs that Martin slipped in his drink.

"Well alright alright."

Eddie walked in and set his bag down. Martin had already removed the man's suit and he was just in his briefs. He ran a finger down the pale skin.

"Nice, very nice."

He went in the bag and pulled out the rope.

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*Every breath you take, every move you make, I'll be watching you.*

Frank's phone rang.

"Damn it Mikey."

Frank hissed as he answered his phone.

"How did you change my ringtone and, you know, when?"

"I did it that night that I made you piss your pants in Brooklyn. You were preoccupied. Anyway, how is my brother?"

Frank swallowed.

"This isn't good. But I'm about to fix it."

"Tell me what..."

Mikey's words were interrupted by a scream from the next room full of fear and pain. Then Mikey blurted out something he never thought he would say to Frank or anyone that was going to live much longer.

"Gerard's a virgin."

Frank's eyes widened.

"He still will be when he gets home."

Then he hung up, pocketed his phone and left the room. Approaching the other room, he heard more screams, and saw red. He banged hard on the door.

"Open the fuck up, or I call the cops."

He yelled through the door.

"Fuck!"

"I told you we should have gagged him!"

"Yeah, well you were bitching about your cock being left out!"

"Shut the fuck up, you didn't even gets your head in his ass!"

"Fuck, I can't get caught like this!"

"The fire escape, come on!"

Eddie grabbed his shit and his bag and punched the man in the face hard.

"You didn't see anything."

Martin grabbed his own clothing and took Gerard's too.

"See you on Monday Gee."

The both hopped out the window and quickly made their way down the fire escape.

"Fuck, what was that?"

"Is that the ladder!?"

"SHHHIIITTTTTT!"

The next sound was a crash as both men hit the concrete of the alley, five stories below. Frank kicked hard at the door twice before it gave way and he stumbled into the room.

"Gerard."

Gerard was naked on the bed tied up. His clothing was nowhere to be seen. A ripped pair of underwear was hanging on his thigh. There was a small amount of blood between his legs.

"Oh God."

Frank moved as if he were in a dream, or a nightmare.

Mikey walked up to the two men in the alley. He nudged the bodies and one of them groaned. He crouched down and picked up the head in his gloved hands.

"Well now, looks like your friend here broke your fall."

The guy looked over.

"Oh man Marty."

"So this one is Marty. Good, it saves me the trouble."

He punched the other guy in the throat twice breaking his windpipe. He dropped the dead man's head and then looked up at the window they fell from.

"It's all up to you now Frankie. Good luck."

He then walked off whistling his favorite song by the Police.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How's you?

So a break up, a threat, a drunk Frank, a date gone bad, a rescue, and two deaths... Don't say we don't ever treat you guys. ;)

Til next time.. PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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