When Gerard was still Party Poison, he had quiet the need for a good fight. He loved the adrenaline rush that came with riding into battle, his brothers in arms following right behind him, ready to take down any obstacle coming at them. He felt powerful. But as Curly drove crazily toward the Nest, he felt extremely on edge, and he felt like a rock was dropped into his stomach. He could only think about the last time he had carried any sort of weapon. Look how that had worked out. He got shot, numbed, then sent into space. Then again, he did meet Lola there....his life was very complicated. As much as he loved Lola, getting shot again did not sound very fun. There was also the fact that the person who was shooting at him would be Frank. A pang of anger shot through him.
'How could I have been so stupid and let my guard down?! He's BLi all he does is trick people! Stupid stupid stupid!'
"Hey, Poison, you alright?" Curly asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Fine. Eyes on the road, please." He responded, motioning to the vast nothingness of the desert. It really was nothingness too. Gerard hadn't the faintest as to how Frank had made his way back to Bat City.
'Party Poison probably could have done it.' His subconscious taunted. Gerard agreed with this, but he couldn't really blame himself for not knowing the desert like he used to. It had been 12 years. But once upon a time he knew the vast wasteland like the back of his hand. Knew where he could run too, knew where he could go home too. Now Gerard hadn't the faintest idea where he was going, what anything was, of where he was at the moment. But he supposed, in a way, that if he was currently driving towards Frank, he was in fact, going home.
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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...
