"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Frank asked, mockery clear in his voice.
"You said that!" Gerard replied with a frustrated sigh.
"You did it as one of your podcasts on Doctor Death Defyings radio sequences. You seriously don't remember that?"
Frank let a small laugh escape his lips.
"Okay 1, I'm not a fucking killjoy, 2, I never was, 3, and even if I was I'd never say anything so idiotic, I mean "killjoys never die"? Come on of course you do, I've killed dozens of you guys and they were sure as hell dead to me! You know that's actually really sick to say, getting peoples hopes up that if you become a killjoy you never die, and then BAM! Ray gun shot through the head. A WAR is on Gerard, what the fuck is wrong with you to say no one will die?"
Gerard sat back in stunned silence just staring blankly at Frank.
That's what I thought.
Frank looked smugly at Gerard. Gerard continued to stare at him, trying to formulate the right words.
"It's not the people that don't die,Frank. It's the idea they die for that never goes away." Gerard finally said after a few minuets of silence.
"Oh? It's an idea? Well gosh, good to know you sacrifice hundreds of people for an idea." Frank said rolling his eyes.
"And you call us the bad guys." He muttered.
"You don't know what they're fighting for." Gerard said,leaning back against his chair.
"You're right. Don't know, don't care."
"They're fighting for freedom."
"Oh yeah, against the big tyrannical company of Better Living Industries, who takes away all free will from the people. But you know what? Are we really that bad? The city was out of control before we stepped up, murder and crime were practically what you went to Battery City for, but when we started cracking down, it all stopped. And ulu wanna know why? People are made to be governed, they're made to follow order, not be freelancing like you guys. A free world is a dead world."
The punch was unexpected. Pain exploded in Franks jaw and white stars burst into vision. A metallic taste filled Franks mouth and he spurted red onto the floor.
"Sorry." Gerard mumbled. Frank took a few moments to process that he had just been punched, then he sat back up and looked at Gerard straight in the eyes, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth and onto his white shirt.
"Yeah, it's cool I'll be okay."
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My Chemical Ferard
RandomFrank Iero is a crow for BLi (proudly so) bad his lives couldn't get any better. Having no memory of ever being with the killjoys, he adapts well to civilian life. At least, until Party Poison crashes back into his life riding on a spaceship with a...
