The Human Condition / / [Frerard]

6: Family Stuff And Whatever

"Gates and Vengeance are gonna be so fucking taken back," Johnny said excitedly, resembling some sort of hyperactive eleven year old boy (whom he was probably the same height as, since Johnny Seward was the King of all Gnomes, and probably held a torch towards beating Frank Iero himself at being the shortest man alive). He revved up the trans-ams engine, waiting for Steve to fully get in and start driving off to Wesinton, where they would prove all the other hunters wrong. They were not pathetic and they were not useless. They were gonna kill a fucking demon.

Watch out, ladies.

"Yeah, they think they're so superior to us," Steve spat at the thought of the two hunters, Bryar's favourites and far too full of themselves, doing up his seatbelt and mentally preparing himself for the fight. "Who do they think they are? Who the fuck gives themselves nicknames like 'Synyster Gates' and 'Zacky Vengenace'? Come on, their real names are fucking Brian Haner and Zachary Baker-"

"Brian Haner Jr," Johnny found himself correcting under his breath, thankfully going unnoticed by Steve, because more useless knowledge of the famous duo would most certainly not go down well with Steve, who was far too proud to indulge himself with those arrogant pricks.

"I heard the two of them were on commute from California to Kentucky, actually," Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead because, honestly, he wasn't in the mood to deal with Gates and Vengeance right now - he never was - and the two names alone made him feel sick to his stomach with hatred.

"Commute? How the hell are they on commute? Kentucky isn't their territory - California is," Johnny pointed out the obvious as they drove away out into the desert, a debris of sand corrupting beneath each wheel and leaving a decent enough trail for someone to follow along behind them.

"Yeah, but I heard Shadows, Reverend and Arin needed a little help with some massive case going on down there. Not like it matters. Just another couple of douches with petty nicknames. Fuck them all."

"Yeah," Johnny sighed, rather unconvincingly. "Fuck them all..."

***

"Where the hell have you been?"

Gerard wasn't one to worry, as seen from his rather reckless behaviour when deciding to do the most unspeakable thing an Angel could do, but finding his boyfriend coming 'home' at six in the morning, pale-faced and downright ill-looking, seemed to cross a line and twinge at one of Gerard's heart strings.

Besides, Frank had been out for over eight hours now with no further explanation than 'just popping round my dad's for a few minutes', and it seemed like the rather prolonged 'few minutes' only concerned Gerard.

Chantal and Jimmy had just shrugged it off because 'it was Frank', and Ray hadn't given much more of a shit than them, insisting that Frank had probably just gotten carried away talking to his dad, making a slight but noticeable dig at the closeness of their relationship in the process.

In consequence, Jimmy and Chantal had left the apartment with suspiciously messy hair about two hours after Frank's disappearance, and Ray not long after the couple.

"Oh," Frank said, looking oddly similar to a dear caught in the headlights of an oncoming bus, because he may just have been stupid enough to have not figured out some sort of excuse in regards to his lack of company. "Family stuff - Not a big deal, really."

"Oh, well, that's okay."

Gerard smiled politely at the smaller tattooed boy, probably coming off as a huge pushover to the uneducated but, nonetheless, it broke Frank's heart a little because, maybe, Gerard was too innocent for the shit that was about to go down and, maybe, Gerard was just too damn oblivious and, just maybe, Gerard didn't deserve this.