Lost Highway Part 4/11
Title: Lost Highway
Author: Zory22
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, eventual Mikey/Alicia
Rating: NC17
Warning: Violence, character death, adult themes, language, implied sex
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: Frank wakes up in the hospital with Dr. Korse after a car accident. The Killjoys know him, but he has no clue who they are or where he is. Can they help him with his memories, or is Fun Ghoul lost forever?
Chapter 1 Chosen
Chapter 2 Empty
Chapter 3 Anneal
Chapter 4 Wayward
Gerard's PoV
He seems to be making progress, if only physically. Physically, he is back to normal. His aim is back to normal, if it hasn't improved slightly, he seems to have found his knack for tinkering with electronics, and picking locks is second nature again. I would have no doubt he could survive on his own if it wasn't for his mental and emotional state. His surprise at being able to do all of these things relatively easy reminds me of a small child finally riding a bike on his own.
As for ineraction with the rest of us, he continues to be distant and unsure. I find him at times staring off into the distance, though I know the horizon can't be that interesting after a few days. What is he thinking about?
I placed my pencil beside my book, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I’d thought in maybe if I wrote specifics about Frank in here, I would be able to see something that showed his memory coming back, but I hadn't. I stood up slowly, stretching my back, legs and arms, the popping reminding me I was getting too old for this. I chuckled softly to myself at this revelation.
Sighing softly, I exited my room, my foot falls silent down the hallway as I stopped outside of Ghoul's door. The door was cracked enough to let me peer inside and see that the bed was empty. Fear for his whereabouts curled around my chest as I raced silently through the diner. The booths and kitchen area were void of life and I ran a hand through my hair, going to wake up the others before an ember glow from outside brightened long enough to catch my eye and disappeared again.
I walked towards the door slowly with the butt of the gun pressing into the palm of my hand, my fingertips brushing the handle of the door. Had Korse found us? I wondered. It was too dark to see out of the windows clearly, so I edged outside into the cold desert air, pulling my jacket closely around me as I looked for the source of the light.
"Did I wake you?" Frank's voice whispered like the wind pass my ears and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, I don't sleep well," I smiled crookedly at him. "Plus, I can smell a cigarette from a mile away." Before I was sitting beside him, he was holding out his pack with his lighter. His laugh sounded forced, causing me to study him in the faint light of our cancer sticks. "Care to tell me what's bothering you?"
Frank's POV
For the past few weeks I had been trying to figure out what had happened that day on my way to the store. I just didn't understand. This world was completely different from my own. I glanced at Party out of the corner of my eye. Maybe he could help me figure out who I really was. Was this all just a nightmare, or did I not remember?
I brought my knees up to rest under my chin as I stared out into the nothingness of the desert. I wasn't even sure where to begin, so I started from the time I woke up that fateful Saturday morning.
"So you see?" I asked, catching my breath, my eyes burning with the need to cry. "I miss my mom, I want to see them. I don't think this is real and I wish I would just wake up." I shut my eyes tightly as I dug my fingers into my hair, pulling just enough to cause some form of pain to get me to focus on something else.
When I looked up, Party seemed deep in thought himself, staring out into the darkness. I began to worry. Maybe I really was crazy. I started to panic slightly before his voice cut through.
Gerard's PoV
"You're not crazy Frank. I want to tell you a story about a man in this world. Even in times like these, there are still some with hope, kindness and selflessness." I started softly, before staring at my hands and continuing my story.
*flashback*
"Now do you understand why?" I asked, glancing across the alley as Ghoul picked himself up from the ground. I could feel Kobra and Jet's eyes on us from behind, their shocked gazing barreling into my back faster than a laser. Ghoul and I both were panting, but I was staring at him angrily while I could only see the fiery determination set forth in his eyes.
"No," he replied as he wiped at his mouth, facing off against me. He tightened the gloves around his hands as if anticipating another punch from me. I was more than happy to oblige. In a blind fury, I punched again, only to be caught off guard and slammed into the hood of the car.
"Tell me you don't feel the same about me," he ordered and I turned away unable to look at him. "Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you Gerard Way. I deserve that much. Look at me and tell me you don't love me too," he growled and now I could see the fury burning in his hazel eyes.
I returned his glare with as much hate as I could muster. How could he take risks like this in the heart of battery city. Using real names? Saying he loved me? He was an idiot. Anyone could be watching. Relationships only hurt you in the end. You couldn't trust anyone.
"I don't love you," I whispered softly to him.
"What?" He asked in such confusion and I felt a knife go through my heart at the look of pain that merged onto his face, but I couldn't stop now.
"I. Don't. Love. You. Ghoul." I watched carefully as he stepped back from me. "We have a job to do," I ordered as I straightened my jacket. Ghoul looked at me once more before taking off down the alley. Kobra sent a glare back at me before following our smaller team mate.
"Why did you lie?' Jet asked me as I grabbed my gun from the car.
"I didn't."
"Your lips can say one thing Poison, but your eyes tell all." I frowned before pulling my mask over my eyes and heading in the opposite direction.
ten minutes later....
"How are we going to get out of here?" Jet asked beside me as we hid behind fallen debris. Lasers shot above our heads and thudded against the wood behind us. I shook my head, wracking my brain for anything useful but coming up empty. Distraction, we needed some kind of distraction, I thought as I glanced at the barrels full of gas.
"Distraction." I murmured, hoping Jet could come up with something. A loud battle cry echoed across the room for us, interrupting our search. Glancing around our makeshift barricade, I saw Kobra and Fun Ghoul drawing the attention of the dracs away, making it easier for us to escape.
"Now, go," I ordered Jet as I dumped the contents of the barrel into the floor, watching as it quickly spread across the floor. I glanced up at Ghoul and glared, pointing to the door. For once, he complied and shoved Kobra outside into the back alley. As soon as I saw his boot clear, I fired at the golden liquid and ran like hell. A few seconds later Jet and I were both thrown into the building adjacent and we could hear the screams from the dracs that had been left inside. Jet and I ran back to the TransAm as fast as our legs would carry us, only Ghoul and Kobra weren't there to meet us.
"They were closest. They should have beaten us back," I started, panic set in not only for my brother but for Ghoul. They had to be all right.
"It's okay Poison. Maybe they got sidetracked," Jet tried to urge by placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. But as the minutes dragged out, the feeling in my stomach became heavier and heavier. After a painful five minutes, even Jet was getting anxious. "Let's go look for them," he whispered as we headed cautiously back to the building. Standing in the alleyway that Ghoul and Kobra would have made their exit from, we stood watching, trying to figure out where they would have gone. Burned marks on the brick beside us played evidence that they had been followed by dracs. Following the marks, we soon came to an old church.
A sigh of exasperation escaped my dry lips before a soft groan captured my ear and I ran immediately over to the rubble. Red caught my eye and I held my breath until the fabric moved and I grabbed the hand that weaseled through the fallen wood.
"Kobra, oh my God, are you okay?" I asked as I pulled him up. His head was bleeding above his right eye and from just inspecting his eyes and expressions, I knew he probably had a minor concussion.
"Dracs followed us," he gasped as I helped him to stand.
"Where's Ghoul?'' I asked as I passed him along to Jet. Kobra only shook his head before looking back towards where the back of the church would have sat.
"He ran that way, to get the dracs away from me."
"Get back to the TransAm," I ordered, swallowing the lump in my throat. Ghoul, had saved my brother so I knew he had to be all right. He was cunning and smart. He'd probably beat us back to the car, I thought, taking in a ragged breath. But still, I ran after the the direction my brother had said he'd gone. Making it to the other street, something neon green caught my eye, along with what seemed to be purple rubber.
*end flashback*
"So you see, I lied because I wanted to keep him out of danger," I whispered as I stared at my heads. Please let this work, I thought, waiting for Frank to respond.
"You shouldn't have lied," came the reply a moment later in an almost joking tone. The same tone ghoul always used when he thought someone was being childish or idiotic. Hope danced through my stomach as I watched him watch the ground. "I mean, from what you guys have all told me you're suppose to be living your life to the fullest and ignoring the dictation that this company has instilled on everyone else." My stomach fell out and my eyes burned as I tried to not let that dash my hope. Ghoul was strong willed, he could pull through anything. He just needed help.
"Do you trust me?" I whispered, my fingers reaching up to trace his jawline. I saw him stiffen slight as my thumb curved into his bottom lip. Our eyes locked, paused in a single moment of time.
Frank's PoV
Did I trust him? I didn't have a choice, but it was more than that. I'd felt safe here, and comfortable, almost better than at home. I felt like I was one of them.
"You are Fun Ghoul, and yes, I love you too." Party Poison, leader of the Killjoys, looked at me without dominance and aggression. Instead, I saw raw emotion. His eyes like an open book. I shut mine to them, and then his lips were pressing gently against my own. I kissed back, my arms looping around his neck in an effort rid that space between us.
In this moment, I would be whoever Party Poison wanted me to be.
A/N: So yea, here's the implied sex for you guys. I really suck at writing sex scenes so here you go.
Author: Zory22
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, eventual Mikey/Alicia
Rating: NC17
Warning: Violence, character death, adult themes, language, implied sex
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: Frank wakes up in the hospital with Dr. Korse after a car accident. The Killjoys know him, but he has no clue who they are or where he is. Can they help him with his memories, or is Fun Ghoul lost forever?
Chapter 1 Chosen
Chapter 2 Empty
Chapter 3 Anneal
Chapter 4 Wayward
Gerard's PoV
He seems to be making progress, if only physically. Physically, he is back to normal. His aim is back to normal, if it hasn't improved slightly, he seems to have found his knack for tinkering with electronics, and picking locks is second nature again. I would have no doubt he could survive on his own if it wasn't for his mental and emotional state. His surprise at being able to do all of these things relatively easy reminds me of a small child finally riding a bike on his own.
As for ineraction with the rest of us, he continues to be distant and unsure. I find him at times staring off into the distance, though I know the horizon can't be that interesting after a few days. What is he thinking about?
I placed my pencil beside my book, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I’d thought in maybe if I wrote specifics about Frank in here, I would be able to see something that showed his memory coming back, but I hadn't. I stood up slowly, stretching my back, legs and arms, the popping reminding me I was getting too old for this. I chuckled softly to myself at this revelation.
Sighing softly, I exited my room, my foot falls silent down the hallway as I stopped outside of Ghoul's door. The door was cracked enough to let me peer inside and see that the bed was empty. Fear for his whereabouts curled around my chest as I raced silently through the diner. The booths and kitchen area were void of life and I ran a hand through my hair, going to wake up the others before an ember glow from outside brightened long enough to catch my eye and disappeared again.
I walked towards the door slowly with the butt of the gun pressing into the palm of my hand, my fingertips brushing the handle of the door. Had Korse found us? I wondered. It was too dark to see out of the windows clearly, so I edged outside into the cold desert air, pulling my jacket closely around me as I looked for the source of the light.
"Did I wake you?" Frank's voice whispered like the wind pass my ears and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, I don't sleep well," I smiled crookedly at him. "Plus, I can smell a cigarette from a mile away." Before I was sitting beside him, he was holding out his pack with his lighter. His laugh sounded forced, causing me to study him in the faint light of our cancer sticks. "Care to tell me what's bothering you?"
Frank's POV
For the past few weeks I had been trying to figure out what had happened that day on my way to the store. I just didn't understand. This world was completely different from my own. I glanced at Party out of the corner of my eye. Maybe he could help me figure out who I really was. Was this all just a nightmare, or did I not remember?
I brought my knees up to rest under my chin as I stared out into the nothingness of the desert. I wasn't even sure where to begin, so I started from the time I woke up that fateful Saturday morning.
"So you see?" I asked, catching my breath, my eyes burning with the need to cry. "I miss my mom, I want to see them. I don't think this is real and I wish I would just wake up." I shut my eyes tightly as I dug my fingers into my hair, pulling just enough to cause some form of pain to get me to focus on something else.
When I looked up, Party seemed deep in thought himself, staring out into the darkness. I began to worry. Maybe I really was crazy. I started to panic slightly before his voice cut through.
Gerard's PoV
"You're not crazy Frank. I want to tell you a story about a man in this world. Even in times like these, there are still some with hope, kindness and selflessness." I started softly, before staring at my hands and continuing my story.
*flashback*
"Now do you understand why?" I asked, glancing across the alley as Ghoul picked himself up from the ground. I could feel Kobra and Jet's eyes on us from behind, their shocked gazing barreling into my back faster than a laser. Ghoul and I both were panting, but I was staring at him angrily while I could only see the fiery determination set forth in his eyes.
"No," he replied as he wiped at his mouth, facing off against me. He tightened the gloves around his hands as if anticipating another punch from me. I was more than happy to oblige. In a blind fury, I punched again, only to be caught off guard and slammed into the hood of the car.
"Tell me you don't feel the same about me," he ordered and I turned away unable to look at him. "Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you Gerard Way. I deserve that much. Look at me and tell me you don't love me too," he growled and now I could see the fury burning in his hazel eyes.
I returned his glare with as much hate as I could muster. How could he take risks like this in the heart of battery city. Using real names? Saying he loved me? He was an idiot. Anyone could be watching. Relationships only hurt you in the end. You couldn't trust anyone.
"I don't love you," I whispered softly to him.
"What?" He asked in such confusion and I felt a knife go through my heart at the look of pain that merged onto his face, but I couldn't stop now.
"I. Don't. Love. You. Ghoul." I watched carefully as he stepped back from me. "We have a job to do," I ordered as I straightened my jacket. Ghoul looked at me once more before taking off down the alley. Kobra sent a glare back at me before following our smaller team mate.
"Why did you lie?' Jet asked me as I grabbed my gun from the car.
"I didn't."
"Your lips can say one thing Poison, but your eyes tell all." I frowned before pulling my mask over my eyes and heading in the opposite direction.
ten minutes later....
"How are we going to get out of here?" Jet asked beside me as we hid behind fallen debris. Lasers shot above our heads and thudded against the wood behind us. I shook my head, wracking my brain for anything useful but coming up empty. Distraction, we needed some kind of distraction, I thought as I glanced at the barrels full of gas.
"Distraction." I murmured, hoping Jet could come up with something. A loud battle cry echoed across the room for us, interrupting our search. Glancing around our makeshift barricade, I saw Kobra and Fun Ghoul drawing the attention of the dracs away, making it easier for us to escape.
"Now, go," I ordered Jet as I dumped the contents of the barrel into the floor, watching as it quickly spread across the floor. I glanced up at Ghoul and glared, pointing to the door. For once, he complied and shoved Kobra outside into the back alley. As soon as I saw his boot clear, I fired at the golden liquid and ran like hell. A few seconds later Jet and I were both thrown into the building adjacent and we could hear the screams from the dracs that had been left inside. Jet and I ran back to the TransAm as fast as our legs would carry us, only Ghoul and Kobra weren't there to meet us.
"They were closest. They should have beaten us back," I started, panic set in not only for my brother but for Ghoul. They had to be all right.
"It's okay Poison. Maybe they got sidetracked," Jet tried to urge by placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. But as the minutes dragged out, the feeling in my stomach became heavier and heavier. After a painful five minutes, even Jet was getting anxious. "Let's go look for them," he whispered as we headed cautiously back to the building. Standing in the alleyway that Ghoul and Kobra would have made their exit from, we stood watching, trying to figure out where they would have gone. Burned marks on the brick beside us played evidence that they had been followed by dracs. Following the marks, we soon came to an old church.
A sigh of exasperation escaped my dry lips before a soft groan captured my ear and I ran immediately over to the rubble. Red caught my eye and I held my breath until the fabric moved and I grabbed the hand that weaseled through the fallen wood.
"Kobra, oh my God, are you okay?" I asked as I pulled him up. His head was bleeding above his right eye and from just inspecting his eyes and expressions, I knew he probably had a minor concussion.
"Dracs followed us," he gasped as I helped him to stand.
"Where's Ghoul?'' I asked as I passed him along to Jet. Kobra only shook his head before looking back towards where the back of the church would have sat.
"He ran that way, to get the dracs away from me."
"Get back to the TransAm," I ordered, swallowing the lump in my throat. Ghoul, had saved my brother so I knew he had to be all right. He was cunning and smart. He'd probably beat us back to the car, I thought, taking in a ragged breath. But still, I ran after the the direction my brother had said he'd gone. Making it to the other street, something neon green caught my eye, along with what seemed to be purple rubber.
*end flashback*
"So you see, I lied because I wanted to keep him out of danger," I whispered as I stared at my heads. Please let this work, I thought, waiting for Frank to respond.
"You shouldn't have lied," came the reply a moment later in an almost joking tone. The same tone ghoul always used when he thought someone was being childish or idiotic. Hope danced through my stomach as I watched him watch the ground. "I mean, from what you guys have all told me you're suppose to be living your life to the fullest and ignoring the dictation that this company has instilled on everyone else." My stomach fell out and my eyes burned as I tried to not let that dash my hope. Ghoul was strong willed, he could pull through anything. He just needed help.
"Do you trust me?" I whispered, my fingers reaching up to trace his jawline. I saw him stiffen slight as my thumb curved into his bottom lip. Our eyes locked, paused in a single moment of time.
Frank's PoV
Did I trust him? I didn't have a choice, but it was more than that. I'd felt safe here, and comfortable, almost better than at home. I felt like I was one of them.
"You are Fun Ghoul, and yes, I love you too." Party Poison, leader of the Killjoys, looked at me without dominance and aggression. Instead, I saw raw emotion. His eyes like an open book. I shut mine to them, and then his lips were pressing gently against my own. I kissed back, my arms looping around his neck in an effort rid that space between us.
In this moment, I would be whoever Party Poison wanted me to be.
A/N: So yea, here's the implied sex for you guys. I really suck at writing sex scenes so here you go.