(As it says, it's a re-write. You don't have to leave this, but the person who I showed it to said she liked it better because I guess you guys see how Gerard feels more. You don't have to read this, it doesn't change the plot at all. It's just a re-done chapter I wrote because Wattpad glitched and told me that the chapter was deleted... So I got pissed. That's just about all that happened. But yeah. You don't have to read this. Also, Chapter 19 is in the works!)
Gerard knew he shouldn't have left Frank there. He fucking knew it. He was too late now, though. He couldn't save Frank. Frank was gone. Gerard felt as though his heart had been ripped out of chest and then forced back inside with a large part missing. It hurt. It stung. It was killing Gerard. Brian had tried to console Gerard on the way back from the deal they'd abandoned.
Brian's emergency phone had buzzed. Everyone from Gerard's side had gone silent. To the other side, it was as though they had been there and then just.. disappeared. They had thought of pursuing them, but they thought it wouldn't have been a good idea. Gerard had looked pale and scared, which everyone knew wasn't ever supposed to happen. They let it drop. It wasn't as if either side had given the other what they wanted.
As the cars made their ways back to the headquarters, everyone did their best not to look at Gerard. He was sitting in the trunk of the car, where Frank would have been, with his knees brought to his chest. His eyes were fixed on a point on the floor of the van. He looked dead already. Hell, Gerard felt dead already. Frank was gone. Someone had broken into the headquarters. From what he knew, they had gotten in through the main doors with ease, but had had to break down Gerard's door. Frank would have been in there. James wasn't there, apparently, either.
The feeds Brian was getting from his phone showed no one there. At all. The last thing he had seen when the cameras showed him, was that of a pair of Converse-clad feet being dragged out the main door, a trail of blood coming from them. Gerard had almost gagged. Frank wore Converse, no one else. Gerard felt detached from everything as he ran down the halls of the complex, to his room.
The door was almost completely busted off of its hinges. Gerard immediately collapsed against the corner of the wall near the door. There was a large pool of blood near the desk in the far corner. A small knife-Gerard recognized it as James' knife right away-was sitting in the middle of the puddle. A baseball bat with a small amount of blood near the top was in the middle of the room.
Gerard squeezed his eyes shut and felt hot, large tears slipping down his cheeks as he screamed into his hand. It hurt too much. Frank was gone, he could be dead by then. Gerard ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He quickly made his way to Frank's blood and threw the dark blue fabric over it, watching as it soaked up, going through the entire towel. He knew that the single towel wouldn't be enough to soak up all the blood, so he turned tail and ran.
Billie Joe's medical room. That was where he was headed. He had remembered something. Something that was strictly between Billie and himself. He sped down the halls, pushing everyone that was in his path out of the way. They called after him, not angry, but concerned. Gerard ignored them. They weren't what was on his mind. What was on his mind was what he had promised Frank.
"Billie!" He shouted as he burst through the door. Said man looked up from his desk next to the door as Gerard came in. He sighed and spun his chair to face Gerard.
"Yes, Gerard? I don't know what you could need from me..." He said rubbing his eyes. He looked tired. Gerard felt a little bad for getting in the way of what he knew was Billie's alone time or whatever, but this was important. He knew this could mean life or death for Frank.
"The chip, Billie Joe Armstrong, the chip!" He exclaimed, gasping for breath. Billie's eyes lit up. Of course! How could he have forgotten? He jumped up and, grabbing Gerard by the cuff of his shirt, pulled him quickly through the hallways to the room that held all of their electronic devices as well as the surveillance screens for the camera's.
Billie sat in front of an already-running laptop and looked through the computer's files for the program he needed. It was difficult, all the programs had somewhat similar names and it took Billie a few tries to select the right one. But when he did, he had to hack the firewall. They had it set up so that only one person would be able to hack through it. There was only one way, and only Billie understood it.
Gerard watched with intent as Billie's fingers flitted across the keys and certain letters and numbers in the quickly-scrolling screen of gibberish were highlighted green. Less than five minutes and they were through. Gerard felt as though he were vibrating with anticipation. Billie watched as they undetectably hacked into a satellite, giving them a live feed of the exact area Frank was in. It had taken months to perfect the stealth-hack, but when they had done it, they knew they were gold.
"Gerard..." Billie breathed as they saw a small body being dragged out of a black and white police car and into the nearest police station. The small body had on converse. The hair was brown and spiked, but Gerard saw red on the body's face. He felt like he was going to be sick. The police officer dragged Frank inside, but not before a clear image of his face was shown. Billie paused the feed and selected the man's face.
Gerard watched as information flooded the screen. His name was Spencer Smith, he had a wife, kids, he was deputy to Sheriff Michael James Way. Gerard had the hours he worked, his address, everything. He knew what he may have to do, then. He'd need to do something to completely ruin this man. He'd have to kill his family. Or kill him. The side of Gerard that hadn't come out since he'd shot his mother was coming it. It was the side that struck fear into his closest companion's hearts.
It was the side that murdered innocent people.
