Name Not Final (frerard killjoy au)

Chapter Eight: Surrender the Night (ie. people get interrupted)

"Am I going to send you all to your death?"

Fun Ghoul's words echoed in Party's mind.

Am I going to send you all to your death?

"Hey-" Kobra Kid stopped in his tracks, grinning at his brother's beer. "Oooooh, Party," he mocked. "I thought Mom told us to not drink, didn't she?" He went over and failed at grabbing the can from Party's hands.

"Shut up, Moiks," Party grumbled. "This ain't a joke, okay?"

"Fine," the blonde haired kid raised an eyebrow. "Still worrying about Ghoul?"

Party sighed. Fun Ghoul had left in the wee hours of the morning two days ago, the same day Party had his nightmare... He nodded. "Ghoul's just a year older than you are, Mikey. How can I not worry."

Kobra Kid grinned the biggest grin ever. "Of course you can't, Ge--sorry, Party. That's your man crush we're talking about here."

"Wait, what are you tal-"

"No worries, Party, dear," Kobra Kid grinned even more. "I got a friend to help us save your man crush who's now a damsel in distress, and even Jet agrees on our plan."

"Ghoul's not in dis-"

"Oh shut up, brother dear," Kobra Kid smirked. "Introducing, Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III, ie. Pete Wentz." He waved his hand dramatically as a black haired guy with the strongest eyeliner game ever shuffled out.

"Hi," Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III said. "Mikey's told me a lot about you. Gerard isn't i-"

"Okay," Kobra Kid babbled on excitedly, obviously uninterested in Pete and Gerard getting to know each other. "So Pete had this really good idea--don't give me the Mom look Party even Jet approves of this--and it's to go find Ghoul and her in one go, and it's gonna be super useful because it's really cool like cool like real awesome like we go and trash the Crappy Living Industries HQ and get Ghoul back and we can probably find her there and we can save everyone--we'll be heroes, Party!"

"It might work," Party said doubtfully. "But we don't even know if Ghoul and she is there."

"I told you he wouldn't buy it, Kobra Kid," Jet Star's huge afro appeared into sight as he glared at Pete. Pete glared back. "But I guess you still tried."

"Wait, I never told you I didn-"

***

"Why did I volunteer to do this, again?"

Party waved his brother's comment away with a drunken wave of his hand. "I'm too drunk for all this sheeeeet," he slurred. "But you're a minor, so you're not druuuuunk."

"Well, whatever told you your brother could drive, Party, and whatever common sense took you to let him drive instead of me, I cannot believe," Jet Star shook his head at his friend's drunkenness. "How do you expect yourself to save someone in such a state?"

"I doooon't," Party slurred. "He can saaave himself, that adorable fu-"

"Party, why are you even here? Fuck, you shouldn't be!" Fun Ghoul's cries echoed over the desert plains to the car driven by an annoyed fourteen year old who tried his level best to steer his brother and friend to Ghoul.

"I'm coming, babe!" Party exclaimed, trying to climb out the car and failing.

"Stop, Party, please, don't come too close, please," the younger boy's voice cracked. "I-I gave myself up before I could do anything I'm so sorry, I-I"

"Get in the car, loser," Kobra Kid said. "Just go. No time to dwadle. We still need to go trash that Crappy Living HQ."

"No, no, no, no..." Fun Ghoul muttered. " We can't, I can't. Please, no..."

"Aww, sugar, we can do this," Party drawled. "'Cause, damn, boy, you're looking fine tonight. Wanna make out?"

"Party, this isn't the time!" Fun Ghoul exclaimed. "Do you know how dangerous this fucking is?! We're gonna fucking die!"

"Oh no we're not," Kobra Kid twisted back onto the road to the HQ as Jet Star tightened his grip onto the car door. "We can do this. And anyway, Pete's running backup for us. We can call him anytime."

"We can't!" Ghoul screamed. "Don't you see? They know what we're up to now! They can get us, we can only die!"

"Fun Ghoul, what's the matter?" Jet Star asked gently.

"I gave up, okay?" Fun Ghoul hung his head in shame. "I gave up, okay, I gave up. I surrendered."

"Ha, surrender to me, that is, isn't it, Frankie?" Party Poison slurred drunkenly. "Isn't it, Frankie?"

"Don't call me Frankie, G-Party," Fun Ghoul's face twisted in pain. "They injected me, too... I'm so... so..." He pushed down a quivering hand that was dangerously close to his ray gun. "I'm... I'm so sorry."

Blood flowed from his bitten lip, along with tears and sweat. His trembling hand raised to face his drunken best friend's temple, and, through gritted teeth, he muttered a single sentence. "Will you surrender, Gerard Way?"

The drunken mist cleared in front of Gerard's eyes.

"Yes," he replied in the most sober voice ever. "Yes, of course," his ray gun fell to his side with a clank, just like it had done, so many years ago, when he was forced to let go of him and his cousin's dreams of running away.

This day, he surrendered the same dream, this time willingly.

Kobra Kid and Jet Star stared in horror at him and Fun Ghoul, Party a calm, composed, emotionless robot and Ghoul a crying mess of sweat, blood and tears. They reached for their guns, just in case anything happened, but Party stopped them.

Party Poison, Gerard Way, Gee-boy--they all looked deep into Frank's glassy hazel eyes emotionlessly and surrendered everything they stood for.

"I'll surrender, this night."

(A/N: maybe i'll start doing this. do you like this? these little notes i leave you? well whatever. comment, vote and read on! it probably gets worse but at least you get to see me fail. and are you enjoying the slight petekey? hahaahaha)