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Runaway - Prologue
It sounds so exciting, so dramatic, doesn't it? "I ran away from home"
People picture you actually running. As fast as you can go, as far as you can go, houses and streets and towns a blur around you as you run, heading towards an unknown destination, a new life, untold adventure. They imagine you feeling a rush of adrenaline as you do it, part excitement, part fear. The world is laid out in front of you, yours for the taking.
Frank didn't actually run. He walked, hadn't even had to sneak out of the house, no one had been home anyway.
And it wasn't even like he was running from anything. He just had that… Pull. He had to l
That Boy is Mine: Frerard: OneshotFrank's POV:
The first thing I noticed when the Way family walked in through our door was that one of the brothers was incredibly cute. He was exactly the kind of boy I dreamed about; dark haired, not too tall, dressed in tight, black jeans and with eyeliner applied thickly and masterfully. Unfortunately, in my experience, all dream boys are either taken, straight or don't exist. And also unfortunately, this boy looked like the kind who was taken or at least wanted by many…
"Donna, Donald, how good to see you!" my mother gushed, stepping forwards and embracing both Mr and Mrs Way.
She turned to the two boys. "And these must be the famous W
Hair Dye: Frerard: Oneshot"Trust me, this is gonna be hilarious!" Mikey assured me, stifling his giggles as he pulled me into a crouching position behind a cupboard.
Besides for the two of us and Mikey's older brother Gerard, the Way house was empty. Mikey's parents had gone out for the night and Gerard was supposed to be "taking care" of the two of us. Fat chance with Mikey Way around.
Gerard was a little weird, no doubt about that. He never really spoke more than a few short words at a time and often in the middle of those rare words, he would just stop and stare off into space. Plus, every time I visited the Way house, he was always cooped up in his room. I had n
All The Right Words: 5
My heart all but stopped, and I was distantly aware that I was sliding open the door to the backyard, mouth open. Gabriella noticed me first since she was facing me, and her mouth opened, too, teeth coming down to bite her lip anxiously. Frank said something, and she just kept looking at me, horrified.
He got the hint and turned quickly. Our eyes met and he sucked in a breath. I could hear his small noise, a word which could have been, "Fuck."
I thought maybe I was yelling, but the blood was roaring in my ears and it was hard for me to hear much of anything. Gabriella was scrambling out of the pool, struggling to pull a towel around herself
All The Right Words: 2
"Where are we going?"
"The, um, the Starbucks on the corner."
"Gee, it's like…eight in the morning. I could've made you coffee at home!"
"I need to talk to Mikey and Ray."
"Right now? C'mon, can't it wait? You made me disrobe and now you're not going to do anything about it?" Frank was actually pouting now, his arms crossed as he glowered at me from under the dark fringe of his hair.
"I wasn't…shut up, just…" I slammed on the brakes in the car as a red light appeared out of nowhere. My heart was pounding, and not from the near-accident I'd just had. I'd texted Mikey and Ray after running upstairs and muttering excuses about having to tak
A Bullet Through a Flock of Doves: 2
Will they give me the chair?
Gerard went without a fight.
It was a rare thing for him to do, but every second that his instincts screamed for him to fight back, for him to just throw that burly cop a few punches, take his gun, get him on the ground, and shoot his brains out, his own brain kept up a steady whispering chant of Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.
He was hustled into a black Hummer, a car so hard to miss, so large, that it gave him the smug sense of being too important for your run of the mill police car. Of course, he was. He was a mass murderer, among other things- he bet these 'smart' FBI agents hadn't the slightest idea as to the re
Are you near me? - chapter 2 [Frerard]FRANK'S POV
I walked out of the supermarket and held the bag with food close, to the park. Staring at the ground I walked over the street, hearing a car just driving past me. I smiled a little and jumped on the street. Mom says I don't see danger in things. That's funny. She says I changed, that the boy she took in changed a lot. Maybe I did, but not in a bad way.
I walked into the park and walked through it until I saw the boy from next door on a bench, sleeping. I watched him for maybe 10 minutes before I moved him a little. "Wake up..." I whispered, looking at his face. I touched it slowly with my fingers before he opened his eyes. I too
All The Right Words: 1
"So, have you thought any more about the band?"
I raised my eyebrows and glanced over at Ray from where I sat in the passenger seat of his car. He was watching me, half worried and half irritated. I didn't blame him. I was being pretty irritating and worrisome these days – I knew both he and Mikey thought it. I wasn't oblivious to the things that went on behind my back. They were worried about my 'delicate mental state' or something of that nature. Ever since I'd stopped writing…no, Gerard. Don't think about that, you'll only make it worse.
Ray didn't give up. He was one stubborn bastard, but then again, wasn't that partly how he put
Gerard really didn’t mean to walk straight into the gay bar.
Really. It was an accident! He could without a doubt attest to that – the place was marked only by a small, dimly glowing Pepsi sign, and he’d been to all the other bars in the area, so he’d just wondered…
But as they say, curiosity killed the cat. And so it was that Gerard slipped into the unmarked, unassuming, somewhat shabby building, and all at once found himself in the middle of what was very obviously a gay bar.
It was kind of like in the movies when everything just goes silent and everyone looks up at you. Gerard had barely made it three feet
A Bullet Through a Flock of Doves: 1
Well, they encourage your complete cooperation...
He stared down the barrel of the gun, eyes narrowing, focusing on his target far below through the hole in the glass he hid behind. He licked his lips, moved his fingers, and the gun clicked, ready in his hands.
The street below him was a sea of people, hurrying and slowing and running and walking, a steady stream trickling into the bar across the way.
He was perched in a window, the window of the church that stood before the bar; tall, imposing, daring the sea of people to make their choice- sin, or be forgiven.
The stained glass sparkled, casting light across him- blood red, cadmium
Party PoisonParty Poison
He stared down at the ray gun in his hands. They'd all just got one, under his own instructions. "We're rebels now, outlaws. As far as they are concerned, we are the enemy. We need to be ready for any fight they bring to us, or that we bring to them." His words. Spoken confidently as his brother and two best friends listened carefully. He'd spoken of weapons, of learning to fight, learning to steal, learning to kill. "We need to protect our identities, we'll be harder to find if they don't know who we really are." That one had proven a little more difficult. All of them were proud of who they were, what they were. No one much li
Are you near me? - chapter 1 [Frerard] Gerard's POV
"You're gonna like this place, kids," my mom said, while driving the car into the highway. Mikey was half asleep in the front seat, with his earphones on, while I looked out of the window, from the back seat, to the places we're driving from.
"Sure, mom…" I yawned and laid my head against the cold glass from the window. "If you say so…" I said, sitting up a little better, looking at the road. Mom's face was sleepy as Mikey and mine's. It was 5 am. "Mom… why the hell did you decide to drive this early? It could have been last night… or later this morning…" I mumbled, holding my sketchbook against my lap. I had been trying to d
I Am A Killjoy Chapter 28
Chapter 28 - Face All The Pain and Take It On
Fun Ghoul sat on his bed, staring at the door, but not really seeing it at all.
He’d fucked up. Seriously fucked up this time.
Why didn’t you just deny it?
He’d tried. But he couldn’t stand lying to Rave.
She’d never talk to him again, he knew it. They’d been best friends almost as long as her and Poison had been together. He’d always been the one she went to, when Poison wasn’t around, or when it was something to do with Poison.
She’d trusted him.
She never would again. He’d ruined that relationship completely. Even if, somehow, the
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