Battery City Boys

The ride back to the store was mostly silent. Party Poison was the only one to come and get him, Kobra Kid agreeing to stay back and watch Addie, while Jet Star shot out the assholes that followed Frank and Poison.

He later said that it was like a game of cat and mouse.

Fun Ghoul looked around the inside of the car. Empty Chinese takeout boxes littered the floor, and the random sketchbook was on the back seat, thrown around messily, the cover a bit ripped up, but revealing that it was in fact of the "Party Art" label.

Frank looked up and smirked at the messy redhead.

"Did you really name yourself after an art company?"

Party looked at him, confusion lit up his face, but when Frank pointed back to the sketchbook, his features smoothed out again.

"No. The story of where I got my name is for another day. Maybe one that doesn't end in gunfire and dead bodies."

Frank accepted the answer, and sat back in his seat. He looked out the window and into the city. Party Poison had been right, bodies did in fact litter the street. It was no mystery that Jet had something to do with it. Frank was used to the deaths, by now.

Bodies and bones covered the streets whereevever they went. He'd never seen them happen, not even when his parents were killed. Their bodies were taken when they died. When people died, they were either taken for sick reasons, or they were left to rot. That was a question Frank desperately wanted an answer to.

Why did they leave some bodies, but take the others?

He was snapped out of the trance, when Poison waved his hand in front of his face.

"Earth to Mork. Wake up, kid. We're here."

The younger male focused on the mystery man, and stepped out of the car. He watched as his brother ran out to meet him. Pulling the short boy into a hug, Frank whispered how sorry he was.

Adrian forgave him, just as he always did, when Frank did something incredibly stupid and possibly life-threatening.

Which was all of the time.

Frank never wanted to let go of his brother. He choked back the incoming tears. He never wanted this life for them. Constantly running, constantly being sick, or having to worry about his brother getting sick, scavenging for a meal, which usually ended in empty bag and empty stomachs. He didn't want to worry about any of this, he didn't want to think about his brother alone, if he died. He especially didn't want to think about his brother, dead in a ditch somewhere, or worse yet, in the hands of the monsters that took their parents.

He wouldn't let it happen again.

Not to the one thing he had left of his old life. The bike didn't matter, it was replaceable. Sure, it would suck if something happened to it, but his brother was and would always be the most important thing to him.

Pulling out of the hug, Frank looked down at his brother, the mop of dark hair that so desperately needing to be cut, and maybe even dyed, poking into his stubble. He whispered something to his brother, the other men not able to catch what he said.

"We'll be okay, kid. We just gotta keep the faith."

Adrian nodded, not meeting his eyes. Turning around, Adrian walked into the store, coming back out a few moments later with their bags. Addie handed Frank his bag, then started to walk over to the bike. Frank followed behind, before a hand grabbed his shoulder. He stopped, turning to face the curly haired man of the group.

"Ya know, if you two ever need anything, we're just based out of NYU. We've been camped out there for a while now, and I think if it's cool with Party, we'd be cool with having you guys join our little band of misfits."

Pulling Frank in closer, he leaned down to mock-whisper something in his ear.

"Besides, it gets boring with those two losers stinking up the joint."

Frank laughed, and Party Poison tossed Jet's bag at the back of his head.

"We heard that, Mr. 'Snores-a-lot.'"

"Nice, nice comeback, Poison. Real original, that one."

"Shut your face, Jet. I'm hilarious."

Rolling his eyes, Jet turned back to Frank.

"Just, think about it, okay? And I'd recommened changing your names. Those guys in the suits, they seem to know everything. I just, I don't like anyone having that much info on humanity."

Frank nodded, taking in the information with full attention.

"Will do, and thanks, man. Thanks for saving our asses."

Jet Star nodded, and began to head back to the car. He turned around a minute later.

"And Frank? Take their guns. It's better to be packing heat than packing dirt, and it's not like they'll be using 'em."

With that, Jet Star climbed into the rickety vehicle. Once he was safely inside, the car was quickly started, and with a nod from Poison, they drove off, leaving nothing to themselves but a trail of dust and death.

Notes

Sorry it's short. The next one will hopefully be longer.

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