You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

Twenty Two. (Gerard's POV)

"Can we go now? Do we need anything else?" Frank asked as I continued emptying drawer after drawer.

"Uh, I don't think so." I said, getting up. I held up the small revolver I had found in a cupboard and stuffed it into my short pocket.

"Let's go then." Frankie kissed my cheek and weaved his fingers with mine as we walked out the police booth doors and out into the parking lot area.

"So what should we do now?" I asked. Apart from escaping, not much was to be done now.

"Keep running." He simply said, letting go of my hand and breaking into a slow jog ahead of me.

"Frankie, can we just find a place and spend the night there? I'm really sore."

"Gerard Way? Sore? Something is horribly wrong." He joked, smiling from ear to ear as he walked towards me to make his lips land onto mine. I smiled back, moving onto his cheek and down to his neck.

"I really love you, Gee. Did I ever tell you that?" He said, playing with my hair.

"I believe you have, fine sir." I giggled as I kissed his lips again.

I let go of him and walked forward. I wanted to find a nice place under a tree and just lay there. I was tired of running, always having to look behind my back for people chasing me or wanting to kill me. Not that we had been free for long, but we definitely weren't safe out here. Not het at least. Definitely not yet.

I wanted to just lie down without thinking, with Frankie by my side. Just for a while, to ignore the illusion of time, the existence of other beings and rules. Just us in the grass, holding hands, connected.

"There's a small hut over there?" Frank peeped, walking in front of me and pointing to an actually very small, wooden shack about 400 meters away.

"Do you want to spend the night there?" I asked. He nodded and ran to the cabin, excited like a small boy running to his long-lost mother.

The hut was visibly abandoned. In fact, it looked like this whole Battery City was abandoned. The paint on the buildings was peeling off and everything made of wood was rotting quickly. Everything and everyone was quiet, birds didn't sing, there was no life in the people's eyes, color seemed physically impossible.

When I caught up with Frank, he was stomping on the wooden floorboards, making dust fly everywhere.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted, coughing as ai inhaled the dust.

"Oh... Sorry." He said, making an embarrassed smile and hopping out of the house. The thing with Frank is that you can't really be mad at him. He's too cute and adorable for you to even think of hurting him. Little angel.

"Whatever, do you still have the cookies?" I asked, remembering buying the Prince cookies with the lady's money at the gas station earlier.

"Uh yeah..." Frank answered, shoving his inked hand into his sweatpants pocket to pull out a blue and orange cylindric plastic wrapper. He ripped it open and grabbed and it to me, nudging his head for me to take one.

I did as he "told" me to and took the top one. Frank then took one out himself and crumpled up the excess plastic before shoving the packet back into his pocket.

"Do you think we'll get caught?" He asked, his lips trembling at the idea. Night was falling quickly and the air was getting cold.

I scooted from the corner opposite Frank, where I was, to be right next to him. I wrapped my arm around him and squeezed. He was freezing.

"I don't know." I said simply. Thinking about it made me sick so stay clear from any of that. I kissed his forehead and rested my chin on his head for a while before he asked me:

"Gerard? What would you do if we did? You know... Get caught." There it was again, his trembling lip.

"I... I'd be terrified." I said. It was true, I would be absolutely terrified. Yeah I had already spent 5 years there but the idea of going back there? Absolutely not.

"I don't think I could." He said after a short minute. I stared at him. What do you mean, Frank?

"Gerard, if we do... You know... Get caught, please kill me." He whispered.

"What? Frankie you know I could never do that!" I snapped, releasing my grip around his shoulders and staring into his hazel eyes.

"As my boyfriend, you'd want the best for me... Right?" He asked, his eyes fixed on the floor and his legs crossed.

"Of course, yes... But not if it means ending your life!" I half-shouted.

"But Gerard, I can't go back there! I'm not ready nor am I fit for it! You saw how my first few days went? I can't live like that!"

There was a long silence in which we just stared at each-other without speaking a single word. After maybe two minutes, I saw a small tear spill out of Frankie's eye. If he was crying, he was being serious.

I cradled him in my arms and squeezed as tight as possible. He sniffed a few times and then started sobbing.

"I just know I won't be able to handle it." He said in between sniffs and heavy breaths.

"It's okay. I'll do it if you want me to. But only if you tell me to."