The World Is Ugly

I Think I'm Alright.

Two days since Ray and Mikey left: Gerard was a mess. He spend his time worrying and stressing and there were too many "what if"s that Frank would never know how to answer for him.

What if they never came back? There was no way to contact them. To have seen them again and so quickly have them ripped away was tearing Gerard apart.

What if BL/ind. was hurting them? Were they okay? Frank couldn't tell him the answer, he could just put his arms around his friend without a word because he didn't know what to say.

Gerard was losing sleep over this, getting even fewer hours in than before. Knowing they were dead was awful, but not knowing was even worse.

"Hey, uh, you know what D says about staying in one place for too long. I think we should move on."

"Frank, we can't. They'll find us here, and if we move they won't know where we are. We gotta stay."

Frank grabbed Gerard's hand, lifting his chin with his other hand and making sure Gerard knew what he was saying. "They found us last time, right? They can find us, I know it. Please? We should go."

Gerard looked down shyly. "Can..." he began quietly. "Can we just stay one more day?"

Frank put his hands of Gerard's face and tilted it upward, making eye contact with him again, and kissing him. "If that's what you want."

-

They may have just appeared to be lifeless corpses in body bags, but there was quite a battle taking place within Mikey and Ray.

Every time someone dies within the street limits of Battery City, Better Living requires that a Draculoid mask be put over the head of the deceased. The masks prevent the soul from actually leaving the body, trapping it there forever.

Mikey and Ray and others like them were exactly why BL/ind. did that. Angry rebel souls roaming freely throught the desert and the city could be very potentially dangerous.

But the four Killjoys, originators of the title, which was now used popularly to refer to rebels, were notorious for being remarkably strong and good fighters.

They broke through the barrier of the masks. But because of their reputation, BL/ind heavily monitered them. It's difficult to tell when a soul has escaped the mask, which is why it took a few days, but that's what BL employees are trained to do. Though as long as Mikey and Ray's bodies were in the possession of BL/ind, they would never be able to stay for a couple days at a time.

And it was really a struggle to break free from the masks, which was process that was exhausting and needed to be repeated, quite frankly, more than the boys were willing to.

Something needed to be done.
This can't go on forever.

-

"Let's go to bed, G. It's getting late."

"Okay."

Frank looked up at him empathetically. "How are you feeling?"

Gerard smiled and leaned over to gently kissed Frank.

"I think I'm alright."

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um sorry i dont update bc i have a life haha whoa crazy right

gonna try to write more for ya though i have no idea whats gonna happen or where its gonna go so just bear with me here pals