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Title: I'll find you when the sun goes black...I just hope you're still there (5/??)
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way (Revenge Era) [Frank's pov, then 3rd person]
Rating: PG13 for various references.
Author: Christie
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, this hasn't happened that I know of. Blahblahblah don't sue me bitches.
Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter :p I'll try to have the next part be longer, and I'll try to get it up soon.
FUCKYEAH SPRING BREAK. XD Though I do miss my bestfriend :c
The soft breeze brushes my hair across my face as I sit at the park that’s about an hour from Gerard’s house. It’s so nice out, and I’m trying to just relax before I finally get there. But I…I feel like something’s wrong. I can’t explain it; a gut feeling or something I guess. It’s telling me that I should be rushing and getting my ass to him right now.
“I’m just being paranoid.” I chuckle, taking a swig from my water bottle. Seconds later, I hear sirens. They sound like they’re coming from where I’m headed.
Shit.
The hair on my neck stands on end as the fear pumps adrenaline through my veins. I jump up and sprint to my truck - so much for cooling my nerves and enjoying the pleasant weather beforehand.
As soon as the key’s in the ignition, I gun the engine. Instantly, it’s as if I’d never even left. I remember every little twist and turn, every landmark, everything. With this regained knowledge, I fly through each neighborhood at top speed.
“Goddamn people…” I mutter, my fingers drumming impatiently at the wheel as I’m forced to stop for a couple kids and their parents. I’m almost there.
But when I finally turn onto Gerard’s street…nothing.
“What in the bloody fucking hell…”
There’s Gee’s house, where I used to live with him. There’s nothing there, though. Not even a trace that any ambulance or anything had recently been near.
“I’m fucking hearing shit now. Great.” With a sigh, I drive the rest of the way, parking in the driveway. “Frank, come on. You’re here, now get your dumb ass in there and see if he’s still around…”
With that I climb out of my truck and walk to the oak front door, gathering all my strength.
~~~~
Knock knock knock
“Wah…who…ahh…”
Gerard couldn’t utter a single word. He couldn’t even move his head. Hell, he wasn’t even completely sure he’d actually heard anything at all.
It’s just my brain trying to trick me…to stop me…
Knock knock knock
Go the fuck away…it’s too late, whoever you are…
He heardly had any strength left. But he grabbed his knife again, ready to inish it. The carpet was already soaked with his blood. His arms and legs were littered with cuts; new ones, old ones reopened, deep ones, shallow ones, long ones, short ones…everywhere. Even his stomach and chest had resh wounds, the red fluid seeping out of his body and joining together in rivers all over him.
One place left…
Knock knock knock
He let out a gurgled sigh, irritation setting in at the constant banging on his door. Lifting the stained blade to his neck, he decided to just get it over with. He closed his eyes, prepared to end it all, once and for all…
BAM!
“Gerard?”
Eyes snapped open as the knife pierced his flesh, startled by the noise. Then, emotion after emotion washed over him as he recognized the worried voice.
Shit…Frank…
Then all went black.
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way (Revenge Era) [Frank's pov, then 3rd person]
Rating: PG13 for various references.
Author: Christie
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, this hasn't happened that I know of. Blahblahblah don't sue me bitches.
Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter :p I'll try to have the next part be longer, and I'll try to get it up soon.
FUCKYEAH SPRING BREAK. XD Though I do miss my bestfriend :c
The soft breeze brushes my hair across my face as I sit at the park that’s about an hour from Gerard’s house. It’s so nice out, and I’m trying to just relax before I finally get there. But I…I feel like something’s wrong. I can’t explain it; a gut feeling or something I guess. It’s telling me that I should be rushing and getting my ass to him right now.
“I’m just being paranoid.” I chuckle, taking a swig from my water bottle. Seconds later, I hear sirens. They sound like they’re coming from where I’m headed.
Shit.
The hair on my neck stands on end as the fear pumps adrenaline through my veins. I jump up and sprint to my truck - so much for cooling my nerves and enjoying the pleasant weather beforehand.
As soon as the key’s in the ignition, I gun the engine. Instantly, it’s as if I’d never even left. I remember every little twist and turn, every landmark, everything. With this regained knowledge, I fly through each neighborhood at top speed.
“Goddamn people…” I mutter, my fingers drumming impatiently at the wheel as I’m forced to stop for a couple kids and their parents. I’m almost there.
But when I finally turn onto Gerard’s street…nothing.
“What in the bloody fucking hell…”
There’s Gee’s house, where I used to live with him. There’s nothing there, though. Not even a trace that any ambulance or anything had recently been near.
“I’m fucking hearing shit now. Great.” With a sigh, I drive the rest of the way, parking in the driveway. “Frank, come on. You’re here, now get your dumb ass in there and see if he’s still around…”
With that I climb out of my truck and walk to the oak front door, gathering all my strength.
~~~~
Knock knock knock
“Wah…who…ahh…”
Gerard couldn’t utter a single word. He couldn’t even move his head. Hell, he wasn’t even completely sure he’d actually heard anything at all.
It’s just my brain trying to trick me…to stop me…
Knock knock knock
Go the fuck away…it’s too late, whoever you are…
He heardly had any strength left. But he grabbed his knife again, ready to inish it. The carpet was already soaked with his blood. His arms and legs were littered with cuts; new ones, old ones reopened, deep ones, shallow ones, long ones, short ones…everywhere. Even his stomach and chest had resh wounds, the red fluid seeping out of his body and joining together in rivers all over him.
One place left…
Knock knock knock
He let out a gurgled sigh, irritation setting in at the constant banging on his door. Lifting the stained blade to his neck, he decided to just get it over with. He closed his eyes, prepared to end it all, once and for all…
BAM!
“Gerard?”
Eyes snapped open as the knife pierced his flesh, startled by the noise. Then, emotion after emotion washed over him as he recognized the worried voice.
Shit…Frank…
Then all went black.