Millions || Gerard Way

My Mouth Is Sore I'm Keeping Score

Jet's POV

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I don't understand what Gee and Pax were up to but I couldn't help but wonder if they were ever going to get around to robbing the bank.

They kept giving each other this long then whispering under their breaths. No one was able to hear what they were talking about and the best guesses anyone had was the few things Pax would say while walking around, most of it being how he planned to shoot everyone if he had to hear the ringing of any more phones.

By the time this was happening it felt like my brain had almost shut down to the fact I could die at any moment. It was more like I was watching one of those theatre shows where the actors come off the stage and walk along the aisles, trying to get the audience involved. I've been to a fair few of those with my parents and I'm really not joking when I say this it was genuinely feeling like Pax and Gee were actors.

Pax would start up about murder and you'd see Gee in the background, sitting on a bench, shoulders slumped as he read Fahrenheit 451, shaking his head in disagreement to almost everything Pax had to say.
They were like a comedy duo and it did a really good job of toning down the seriousness of Pax's threats but maybe that was just me.

I'd originally been scared of the white haired thief but I'd stopped caring and gone down to my usual habit of watching people and judging them.
What I'd collected in the hour that'd passed was that he was an impatient person, very jumpy, didn't like having his ego bruised and even though Gee seemed to get through to him he wouldn't always listen and would prefer to pace despite it getting him nowhere.

Gee was a lot harder to figure out since he didn't do that much. Read, disagree, occasionally look around, he wasn't exactly entertaining to watch but I did it anyone because for some reason I found him fascinating.

I would have been talking to Vera if given the option but she'd somehow managed to fall asleep, curled up into a ball with her head on her arm. I'm not sure how she was able to nap at a time like this but my guess was that her ongoing panic attack had drained her and she'd gotten so tired she just fell asleep. I almost wish I could do the same but something might happen and I didn't want to miss it, especially if something like a hostage leaving were to happen, I wanted to get Vee out of here as soon as possible.

One thing that'd be really useful was if I could get hold of her pills. Drug her up on those and she'll be as cool as a cucumber, no more death grips on me, expressions that went with internal screaming and the chances of her having a full fledged panic attack would reduce by at least sixty percent.

I knew exactly where they were, which was in her locker out the back of the bank and I knew what her locker code was, it'd take me a couple of minutes to get the pills, max, but it'd also mean I'd have to either talk to Pax or Gee. I not only didn't want to talk to Pax, I also wanted to kill him and I could already imagine the annoyed look that would be on Gee's face if I tried to ask anything then the icing on the cake was that how on earth am I going to ask a bank robber a question?!

"Hey, what's up with the muttering?" I jumped when I realized Pax had stopped walking around the room and was standing in front of me with a gun only a foot away from my face but at least it was by his side and not pointed at me.

I still can't believe that when I saw him coming out of the coffee shop I thought he was cute. He is so far from being cute, he's crazy and would be better of in a zoo than being able to mingle with the rest of the world.

"Nothing," I said, looking down and wishing I had my hoodie with me, the closest thing I had was my jacket which I'd taken off and it didn't have the hood I needed to hide under so I might as well not even use it.