Life Is The Barrel At The Tip Of This Gun
Title: Life Is The Barrel At The Tip of This Gun
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: Ema.
Rating: UK rating 15
Summary: Love is the weapon only great armys use.
Disclaimer: This was actually based on my own characters but i got bored and wanted to spice it up a little!
Author's Notes: So took me a while to write this,but here it is =] p.s - i've just read through my chapters and i've got so many mistakes! i'm sorry! i'm honestly not that bad! :)
Frank.
Gun Point
Kidnapped
My masked Angel.
And there he was. My masked angel.
My gaze turned into a glare.
"What do you want?"
He sighed.
Like earlier he was wearing his 'Mafia' suit. Although he wasn't wearing a mask of pure cotton he wore a thin, cheap, plastic mask covering his eyes. Almost like what women would have worn to the Opera...
"Frank I want to talk to you."
I shook my head and shoved passed him. My idea didn't work too well.
His well built frame blocked my petit body.
"Move."
I looked up. My neck strained to look at his masked face.
"No, move back."
I snorted "Fuck off."
"I don't think you're father would appretiate that kind of language."
"Shut the fuck up!"
Laughter errupted from his body. He found this hilarious. I'm glad someone did.
"Frank, move back and sit down on the bed."
My defeated ego sighed and I strolled back to the bed.
The door slammed shut followed by footsteps, light and heavy.
The bed dipped and I slid into his side.
"Frank, do you know who I am?"
I stared at him for a long moment. I knew his eyes. I knew his smell. I didn't know his name.
"I don't know."
Another sigh escaped his lips and his moved away from me slightly.
"Frank I want you to know who I am. I want you know me. I want you to me like I know you."
I was confused. How did he know me? I'd never met him before in my life. Or had I? Who was he?
His hands lifted and his mask was removed.
I stared. HIM! It was him! I rubbed my eyes lightly. Was I asleep? His face as drifted snow. So soft. Smooth... What I wouldn't have given to touch his cheek... His eyes swelled. He was going to cry. Cry? Why?
I bit my lip gently debating whether or not to touch his face.
I did.
My finger tips tracing his smooth skin. I was trapped. Trapped in this little world where it was just me and him. Nothing was there. Black. I was in the dark.
"Frank, do you know my name?" He took hold of my hand and removed it from his face. His thumb ran gently in circles over my palm.
"No."
"Do you want to?"
I nodded.
"It's Gerard."
Suddenly it was as if I'd been hit by a bus. Everything came back to me.
I was a child. Laughing, playing with these little boys. It was them. My captors.
My parents there. Together.
I was taken.
A black room. An Iron stench. Pain shot through my body.
I was in school. Shadows following me.
Kai, someone staring into my room.
Sat in the park waiting for death. Someone calling 911. Not my neighbour...
Him.
"You!"
His jolted.
"You! If course!"
His eyebrows knotted together.
"Gerard Way. You lived 5 doors down the road! Ray. Robert. Mikey. All of you!"
"Frank, what are you talking about?"
I stared at him. He had no idea. At all. How couldn't he.
"You...were there! The day I was kidnapped! The day I got these!"
I turned my back to him and removed my shirt.
Creamy scars graffitied my skin.
He sighed.
"You shouldn't remember this Frank. You shouldn't."
"What? Why?"
"They'll come for you Frank."
"W-what?"
His hand traced my chest. Running his fingers over scattered scars.
"You should get tattoos."
"What?!"
"Your skin is so...perfect. Just right for tattoos."
"Tattoos?"
"Yes."
I shook my head.
"What do you mean they'll come for me?"
"Exactly that Frank. You're not safe anymore."
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: Ema.
Rating: UK rating 15
Summary: Love is the weapon only great armys use.
Disclaimer: This was actually based on my own characters but i got bored and wanted to spice it up a little!
Author's Notes: So took me a while to write this,but here it is =] p.s - i've just read through my chapters and i've got so many mistakes! i'm sorry! i'm honestly not that bad! :)
Frank.
Gun Point
Kidnapped
My masked Angel.
And there he was. My masked angel.
My gaze turned into a glare.
"What do you want?"
He sighed.
Like earlier he was wearing his 'Mafia' suit. Although he wasn't wearing a mask of pure cotton he wore a thin, cheap, plastic mask covering his eyes. Almost like what women would have worn to the Opera...
"Frank I want to talk to you."
I shook my head and shoved passed him. My idea didn't work too well.
His well built frame blocked my petit body.
"Move."
I looked up. My neck strained to look at his masked face.
"No, move back."
I snorted "Fuck off."
"I don't think you're father would appretiate that kind of language."
"Shut the fuck up!"
Laughter errupted from his body. He found this hilarious. I'm glad someone did.
"Frank, move back and sit down on the bed."
My defeated ego sighed and I strolled back to the bed.
The door slammed shut followed by footsteps, light and heavy.
The bed dipped and I slid into his side.
"Frank, do you know who I am?"
I stared at him for a long moment. I knew his eyes. I knew his smell. I didn't know his name.
"I don't know."
Another sigh escaped his lips and his moved away from me slightly.
"Frank I want you to know who I am. I want you know me. I want you to me like I know you."
I was confused. How did he know me? I'd never met him before in my life. Or had I? Who was he?
His hands lifted and his mask was removed.
I stared. HIM! It was him! I rubbed my eyes lightly. Was I asleep? His face as drifted snow. So soft. Smooth... What I wouldn't have given to touch his cheek... His eyes swelled. He was going to cry. Cry? Why?
I bit my lip gently debating whether or not to touch his face.
I did.
My finger tips tracing his smooth skin. I was trapped. Trapped in this little world where it was just me and him. Nothing was there. Black. I was in the dark.
"Frank, do you know my name?" He took hold of my hand and removed it from his face. His thumb ran gently in circles over my palm.
"No."
"Do you want to?"
I nodded.
"It's Gerard."
Suddenly it was as if I'd been hit by a bus. Everything came back to me.
I was a child. Laughing, playing with these little boys. It was them. My captors.
My parents there. Together.
I was taken.
A black room. An Iron stench. Pain shot through my body.
I was in school. Shadows following me.
Kai, someone staring into my room.
Sat in the park waiting for death. Someone calling 911. Not my neighbour...
Him.
"You!"
His jolted.
"You! If course!"
His eyebrows knotted together.
"Gerard Way. You lived 5 doors down the road! Ray. Robert. Mikey. All of you!"
"Frank, what are you talking about?"
I stared at him. He had no idea. At all. How couldn't he.
"You...were there! The day I was kidnapped! The day I got these!"
I turned my back to him and removed my shirt.
Creamy scars graffitied my skin.
He sighed.
"You shouldn't remember this Frank. You shouldn't."
"What? Why?"
"They'll come for you Frank."
"W-what?"
His hand traced my chest. Running his fingers over scattered scars.
"You should get tattoos."
"What?!"
"Your skin is so...perfect. Just right for tattoos."
"Tattoos?"
"Yes."
I shook my head.
"What do you mean they'll come for me?"
"Exactly that Frank. You're not safe anymore."