It's about a girl and a guy and they both die, no, wait (Frank Iero FF)

4th Chapter: Bulletproof hearts

"Bulletproof Hearts" from "Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys"

xoxo, Blanca~

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JULIET'S P.O.V.

I must had fallen asleep because I didn't remember anything before Frankie woke me up when it was my turn to drive. Apparently he had let me sleep more time just like I did with him.

– Look Juliet, I'm sorry – he said with his eyes on me. We were parked behind some trees, eating something fast and then we would be back in the road. We were less than one day from Yirone.

– Frank – I said as I turned to look at him. There was something moving behind the bushes.

– No, let me speak – He said trying to shut me up.

– Frank – I said again, noticing it was something white. I looked for my gun but I had left it in the car. Fuck.

– Wait, I just need to say that I'm sorry because of what I said because... – One of our enemies jumped on Frankie and threw him to the floor.

I made fast moves avoiding him seeing he was trying to attack me. I saw Frankie's gun on the floor near the bushes from where the enemy had jumped and decided to catch it.

I don't know how I did it and I think I wouldn't be able to repeat it if I tried, but I jumped when the enemy was about to catch my arm and caught the gun, shooting him in the head.

I turned around to see Frankie on the floor. In his head there was some blood. Oh fuck. I ran to him.

– Are you okay? – I asked anxiously.

– Yes, it is just a little wound – he said touching his head and seeing the blood in his hand.

– Let's go to the car, I'll clean it – I said and helped him getting up from the floor.

~x~

– I'm really sorry – He said again while I cleaned his wound. He was sat in the car while I was standing up outside it.

– Let's just forget it, okay? – I said. I was tired of arguing with everybody.

– Thanks – he murmured and then kept quite except from some “ouch” and “that hurts”.

GERARD'S P.O.V.

I was getting mad just staying here in this fucking cell being able to do nothing to help my friends. They gave me food, but for sure they were laughing at me; they treated me more like a dog, and I wasn't going to allow that.

But the problem was that they had guns, and that wasn't so funny, neither easy to beat.

Of course Korse was making fun of me, he enjoyed it.