"Fucking hell Mikey hurry up or this dude won't be the only one dead here!" Gerard hissed, this wasn't the life 10 year old Gerard thought he'd be leading; threatening his brother to get a dead body down a drain.
Mikey finally managed to get the mans body in the drain, they had his money and credit card, they didn't need much else.
"How'd our lives turn to this? You had- have potential to live a normal life with a good job and money that's actually yours..."
"We've touched the money, its ours noodle boy"
"Fuck you pixie"
They left the alley with $47.15 and a credit card holding god knows how much. They'd give the card to Ray because he somehow knew how to find out every credit card pin in the world. It was thanks to Ray that they weren't in prison really, what kind of childhood friend wouldn't help you out on murdering for fun?
The red and blue lights reflected off their jackets. Leather, of course. Noodle boy and pixie had committed their 2nd murder of the day and it wasn't too successful (obviously due to the fact they were being chased by police). They had decided on a childhood "friend", when they said he was a friend they mean the kid beat the shit out of Mikey once a week.
Mikey saw a car, it wasn't anything fancy, they were running from the police for fucks sake. Gerard ran to the seat next to the driver and not long after Mikey was behind his seat.
"What the fuck?" The man exclaimed,
"Drive unless you wanna be questioned and possibly be put in prison." Gerard threatened, and with that the man was driving.
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"So. Tell me who the fuck you are or i'll get the police to come here again."
"And if we tell you who we are?"
"I wont. Simple"
"I'm Gerard, that's Mikey. We kill people we hate."
"And sometimes if someone's being an ass to someone we kill them.." Mikey added
"Shit... Wait what the fuck are you bleeding - Gerard, right?"
"Ah shit...".
"We need to get you to a hospit-"
"Are you crazy?" Gerard sighed,"They'll recognize me and Mikey, the hospital's connected to the police department if you somehow didn't know.", He glanced at the injury on his ankle and shrugged, "I'll survive"
"wait you never told us your name," Mikey pointed out
"Oh, I'm Frank and I have an emo cult where we like to contact the devil and shit like that"
Gerard nodded, even if Frank was just a sarcastic twat. This guy was a cute, sarcastic twat.
"D'you want to stay at mine for now? I have a room mate, he'll flirt with anyone he lays eyes on but you can easily ignore him."
"yeah whatever, you're cool with that right, Mikey?", Gerard turned to his brother,
"yeah yeah..."
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Frank Iero is a 21 year old trans guy (unsure of his sexuality) and works as a cashier in IKEA alongside his roommate, Pete Wentz a 23 year old cis pansexual but still a fuckboy. Pete did however, help Frank get his first binder and pretty much saved him from his parents.
Franks parents were fine but when it came to gender and sexuality they completely ignored it. Frank learned about gender and sexuality through tumblr and despite it being unreliable for proper education like math and science, it was pretty good for Franks worries regarding his gender.
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Frank arrived at his house with Gerard and Mikey at 10:45pm. It was a small house but had the essentials.
The scenery was some tumblr graveyard aesthetic according to Frank which he kinda liked. The sky was a dark grey and a few lighter clouds that were barely visible. It was a waning quarter and stood out to Gerard but Frank and Mikey din't even care to look at it.
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Idk about this fic but if anyone actually likes this I might carry on??
