MCR, the Lost Singer (Discontinued)

Chapter 1: Look Alive Sunshine

If you get triggered, I would not advise you read this. But, I will let you know when to skip that part... Ok? good.

Frank's POV (two years later)

I was walking down the street. It had been a long day. My friend Brendon Urie told me that I better be at his house at noon. I was on the corner of Maple and Auburn, two blocks away from my car, twenty blocks away from Brendon's house. I was a few yards away from my car when I saw her. She had a hood pulled over her head and she kept clutching her ribs. She was limping too. Then, a car came flying toward us. The driver hadn't noticed us yet. Neither did the girl. She just kept limping along. The car was going about 90 miles per hour. It was about to hit her, when I jumped in front of the car and threw her aside. The driver still didn't notice us at all and drove off. I got off of her, panting slightly. "What the Hell!" She said to me, whipping her hood off. I actually saw her face for the first time. She had stunning hazel eyes with flecks of grey in them. She wore black prescription glasses. Her hair was a bright red color and was cut choppy, as if she had done it half asleep, with a chainsaw. Her bright red hair was pulled back by a black bandanna. She wore a black choker around her neck. She had black eyeliner around her eyes that made her look even more intimidating. A small black stud was pierced in her nose.

The weird thing was that, she looked so much like me. The same shape of head, same nose, same smile, Hell, she even had my eyebrows. But, due to her hair color, which was styled almost exactly how Gerard had it during anger days, she looked like a cross between Gee and I. "Sorry, you didn't see that car. You almost got hurt." I heard her mumble even more. I helped her up. She winced and put a hand to her ribs. "So, Frank Iero, how have you been?" She asked. I was shocked. I hadn't told her my name yet. "I've heard MCR's albums. I'm Ashley McCoy." We shook hands. "You should get some bandages for your hand." Ashley said after we shook hands. I looked down at it and realized it was bleeding. "Oh, thanks. Sorry." "No prob. It's not like i haven't seen blood before. I'm used to it." She said. As she did, her hand crept to her ribs.

"Hey, are you hurt?" I asked worriedly. "Nothing I can't handle." I was fairly certain that meant "Yes, I am in pain," In her words. "Can I at least drive you home?" I asked her. "No. I don't have one to go back to. I'll just break into a car and sleep there for a few days." She went over to the closest car, that just happened to be mine. She pulled from her jacket a small wooden door wedge and a short metal rod. She inserted the wooden wedge in the door crack and used the rod to force it in. The door popped open and the small wooden wedge fell into her open hand. She climbed inside the passenger seat and said, "Oooo! Italian leather! Nice! Built in WIFI! Even Better!" She looked up to my surprised face and said, "Whoever's car this is has very good taste." I smiled. "It's mine!" "Sorry, Mr. Iero. I had no clue. Please don't call the cops on me. I'll be gone in a minute." She made to get out of the car, but her ribs stopped her. They seemed to be hurting her extremely. 

"Get in the car. I will help you and look at your ribs. I'm on my way to my friend Brendon Urie's house anyway." I closed the door before she could protest and jumped in the driver's seat. "Mr. Iero, please let me go! You don't know what you're doing! Please! Let me go!" She said to me. "First off, call me Frank. Second, no. I will not. You are clearly hurting! Let me make you feel better! If you don't want to go to Brendon Urie's house, then at least let me take you to the hospital!" She visibly stiffened. "No. I will not go to a damn hospital. They are a deathbed for all like me. I will go to Mr. Urie's house if you insist, but I won't pretend to like it."

And we drove off into the sunset. PSYCH! Once we reached Brendon's house, Ashley was breathing heavily. She had bags under her eyes. Her stomach growled loudly. "When was the last time you slept? When did you last eat?" I asked her. She thought for a moment. "I last slept.... I don't remember. I last ate.... Tuesday?" She said. "Ashley, it's Saturday." She grunted. "Oh." I got out of the can and ran around to help Ashley out. She got out on her own, then started swaying. I touched her shoulder and she visibly flinched and tensed, then relaxed. I put her arm around the back of my neck and I helped her walk up to the door of Brendon's house. I knocked several times before Brendon answered it with his signature smile. "Hey Frank. I got great news! It's about-What happened to you guys!?" He ushered us in quickly.