Everything is a mess. Everything. The main doors had been reinforced, at least, which was slightly reassuring, but inside... Gerard could only think of it as all the horror movies he'd watched as a teenager. Blood all over the walls, bodies lying in the hallways, slumped and ripped and trampled and bent at awkward angles. All the cameras had been shot or torn out and were hanging, still sparking by a few chords or even one wire.
Schechter was sporting a broken wrist, a limp, a busted lip and a black eye. Bryar was bruised and scratched, but relatively okay. Pelissier had a make-shift splint on his right leg and heavy bandaging over his right eye, where blood was seeping through. Gerard looked his right hand men over calmly before turning and swiftly punching a wall. It cracked, but stayed relatively intact.
He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, taking deep breaths.
"They have Frank. They want something in exchange for him and Kitty didn't tell me anything." His voice is calm, cool, collected. But the venomous undercurrent is there, audible enough to every one of the men standing before him. Bob actually shivers slightly, and Gerard knows it's not because of the draft.
"What... what are we gonna do?" Bryar's shaking, he looks a bit nauseous and his face is green around the edges. Gerard can only sigh and rub his eyes, thinking hard. He could give Kitty whatever it is Lyn-Z wants, or he could keep what it was they girls wanted and let Frank die. The answer was obvious.
"We're gonna save Frank, of course. Whatever it is Lyn-Z wants, we'll give it to her. But you know-" Brian smiles and cuts him off.
"We don't want Frank to die, either, Gerard. He's grown on us, no matter how much it might seem like we can't stand him. But Frank's your property, our friend and ally, and he's saved your ass-and ours-on more than one occasion. We owe him saving his life in return. So, naturally, we'll save Frank and give Kitty whatever it is Lyn-Z wants." Bob and Michael nod, though Pedicone does seem slightly nervous about something.
Of course, when Frank had been in the bathroom to splash some water on his face, he hadn't expected someone to sneak up behind him through the window and slam his head against the edge of the counter. He barely had enough time to reach up and feel the blood flowing from the injury before the man was quickly leaning to grab him. Frank made a useless attempt to open the door.
The man had his arms around Frank's kicking and 'screaming' frame. Frank grabbed onto the edge of the sink with his not-blood-covered hand and let the other grab uselessly at the mirror, trying to grab hold of something. He can hear Gerard talking-most likely on the phone-in the bedroom and he wishes something would break so he'd come running to Frank's aid.
But that doesn't happen.
What does happen happens to fast that Frank barely has time to register that the man is pulling out a syringe with some unhealthy-looking blue tinted liquid that he quickly plunges into Frank's neck, and all Frank can do is watch, in horror, as the man presses the plunger down and the drugs slip into his system.
Frank is out cold before the syringe is half-way empty and the man lets him fall to the floor, watches the blood pool around his head. Breaks Frank's arm for good measure. Tosses him over his shoulder like a sack of flour, and retreats back outside the small house.
The moment he reaches the boat that's waiting for them, Gerard has only just gotten off the phone and doesn't realize his most precious possession is lost to him.
Maybe forever.
(SORRY SORRY IT'S SO SHORT, BUT MEH SCHOOL AND MEH THREE CLUBS AND MEH MEH MEH.)
