Desolation Row

Got a thing about contrition 'cause I got a lot to spare

This will be set in Frank's POV
Song: "House of Wolves" by My Chemical Romance.

I went to check Gee, to see if he was still pouting in his room. I tapped on the door but there was no reply. Maybe he was asleep.
"Gee, pumpkin, are you in there?" He asked as he came in.

The usually noisy room had a cold silence. Gerard wasn't there. He'd disobeyed me and went out anyway. Oh god. He could be anywhere right now. What if they found him. Heavens knows what they'd do to him. I had to find him, I tore through every room in the house, screaming my lungs out. I collapsed in the living room, completely out of breath. I felt like my heart had been torn out through my chest. Leaving a deep, painful cavern behind. That boy was my world and I needed him. I liked having someone to take care of.

I curled up in a ball, and for the first time in ages, cried. My body racked with sobs and sapping any energy I had. No one was here, I didn't like people seeing me cry. I finally came up for breath after five minutes of solid crying. I dunno man, it felt good to get it out of my system. All the sadness and anger I'd felt for a while at... What happened.

I cried until I couldn't anymore. I was emotionally and physically drained. I just sat there feeling numb. Letting the evening light flit across my face. I was running on autopilot. Doing things half heartedly and not really interacting with people. I didn't come out and they didn't come in. I knew Gee wouldn't want me to be like this, but I couldn't help it. He'd want me to smile and go on. But I didn't feel like I could without him. He was my little ball of sunshine.

My phone buzzed and I dragged myself over to get it. I didn't want to talk to anyone, just be alone and think about what I did wrong.
I tapped the home button and Gee's name popped up on the screen. I nearly jumped seven feet in the air. I swear I had never opened a text so fast.

Gee ❤️
Frank help, I got taken to this dark place and I got shoved in some sort of caged off room. It's really scary and I miss you so much. Well at least I know where Mikey is now, (he's here too) but I can't call since the assholes who kidnapped me said not make a sound. Or something would happen and I wouldn't like it. Ok have to go now but we're in some rival gang's hideout in Belleville.

Ok, so we had a start to find him. A rival gang? I had a sinking suspicion to who it was, but I really hoped it wasn't. I didn't want Gee to be near him. Gee was for too innocent to know what he's done. And he's made no secret of it. Should I call up the guys? No, uh, actually I should do this myself. I got Gee into this mess, I'm getting him out. I probably should explained about it all.

I packed a small duffle bag full of stuff I'd probably need. A torch, first aid kit, spare clothes and some things to protect myself. Ie a small gun. I left a message for the guys saying that I'm going away for a couple days and if I find this place in a mess there will be hell to pay.
I texted Gee,
Don't worry I'm coming.

***
Driving around alone had this sort of melancholy feeling to it. I knew these roads so well like the back of my hand. But I was still lonely as I had gotten used to a giggling, smiley person in the passenger seat next to me. The streetlights cast orange shadows across the dashboard of the car. The dingy streets and alleys was home to some of the scum of the city. They stared at my car, a sign of wealth that they could only dream of. A lot of them were drug addicted bums and prostitutes. I knew they envied me. I was the ringleader of sorts. The man who started their downhill spiral.

I parked outside the place where I least wanted Gee to be. The House of Wolves. It was known for violence, sex, and drugs. It was a rival to LeATHERMOUTH. And everyone knew that. People had been in seeing distance of fights and shoot outs. They were always described as the most violent thing they had ever seen.

I took a deep breath and entered the decrepit house. The first thing that hit me was the smell. It smelt like sex and booze. Most of the people there were too fucked out to notice I was there. My gut told me that Gee would be somewhere near the back. I waded through the mass of bodies to the door to a basement I guessed. The door creaked like crazy when I opened it, leading down a dark creepy staircase. Like the ones in horror movies where the killer is hiding and the dumb person decides it would be a good idea to check it out.

I flicked on my torch and surveyed the area, it looked rotten and I made a mental note to be careful walking down. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a scream from down there. No one else seemed to notice or cared really, they were too high or drunk to notice. I started to descend the stairs. They creaked and squeaked under my feet. I'm pretty sure that if anyone was down there they'd notice me. I felt like I was descending into hello with how far these stairs were going. Deep basement, I thought.

The floor of the place was covered with shit. No seriously, it was plastered with human feces. God it like a.... *gulp* human trafficking ring. Dear god, if Gee was down here... I didn't want to think about it. Whines and pained moans could be heard. The state some of the people down here were in. They were walking corpses.
Deep sunken eyes, near translucent skin with ribs showing through, chapped and broken lips, these were broken people who used to have lives and families. They didn't know if they could get out of the hell they're in. But they were. It was horrible what had happened to these people, I mean, sure I was a criminal, but I had my limits. And this was well past them.

They were looking at me like I was their saviour. They were all in cages, probably the size for cattle. They were living in their own shit. I went deeper into this carnage of cages and shit. I kept hearing little whines and cries of "Stop it! Stop it, it hurts!". It sounded familiar, I'd heard that voice before. Oh  god it wasn't... But my worst fears were true.

Gerard was locked in a tussle with some fucktard with greasy hair. He was crying and obviously scared.
"Please, please let me go!" He choked out in between sobs.
Well now or never.

"Hey! Let him go!" I yelled, getting the attention of the guy for long enough to let Gee get away. He scuttled behind me as fast as he could with what appeared to be a broken ankle. It was mottled with purple, blue, and black bruises.
"Gee, are you ok?"
"I am now, but Mikey might not be," he said pointing to the cage where his brother was being held. He was reaching out to us, quickly mouthing something to us in a panicked expression.
I heard the click of a guns next to my head.

"What do you think you're doing here Frank?"

Woooooo this one's a doozy. I had this planned for ages before I even got near this point and I'm pretty proud of it. I managed to make one of my friends feel the feels for this and she doesn't even ship Frerard. ;)
-Alex