Chemical City (An Mcr Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven (Frank)

"Damn. Can't believe they really left." Pete mumbled as they stared at the vacant room. Frank hadn't known either of the Way brother's that well but he still felt a pang of loss by their absence. Gerard, as weird as it sounds, was the most beautiful man in the world and Frank adored his rambling. But not even a word alone had been spoken between the two and Frank already regretted not saying anything meaningful to him.

Frank knew he should've been more concerned about the younger brother since he did know Mikey for some time but he still couldn't erase Gerard's blush from his head or the way he chewed at his nails nervously. The man-and Frank knew this without a doubt-was important.

He wasn't thinking that because he had unnatural feelings for Gerard-which he did-but he just knew it by the way Gerard spoke about his ability to breathe in air regularly and how he seemed stripped of all things bad. Gerard was special in a way Frank couldn't exactly explain and he desperately wanted to voice his thoughts to Pete.

Maybe Gerard was the key to all of this. Maybe Gerard's death was the 'spark' Frank had been thinking about all night. If Frank could somehow find Gee again he may be able to speak to him and the two could discuss the 'revolution.' Because although Frank was too weak, maybe the man who cheated death would be able to do it.

"Frank. What's up?" Frank, startled by Pete's sudden voice, flinched a little and shook his head. "S-Sorry. What was that?" "You don't need to worry about those two. Mike's a strong kid. Him and Gee will be alright." Frank bit back the urge to correct Pete and say it's Gerard. For some reason others calling Gerard Gee just didn't settle right with him.

"I know." He said. "But I can still be worried. Gerard was sickly last night and anyone could tell Mike was frantic and I'm just worried he thought too rash and made the wrong choice."

"Yeah. Mike's never been that quick to react. Usually he thinks things through but then, I guess he just got concerned about Gerard's health." Ray admitted. "It was stupid of him to leave without a goodbye but we can't really do anything about it."

"Well can't we look for them? Try to make them want to come-" "You heard Mike, Frank. He doesn't want to hang out with illegal mask dealers or gunman like you." Patrick muttered, sounding a little too hurt over Mike's words the night before.

Frank rubbed at his arm self consciously and sighed. "Yeah well, I need some form of protection when I live alone in a decomposing city. It's not my fault Ray decided to go snooping through my things. Plus, Urie is going to die by that gun and I don't care who says otherwise."

"Urie? Dude. You think you're going to kill Brendon Urie?" Frank glared his friend, clenching his hands into fists. "What!? You don't think I can!?" He had noticed Pete's obvious disbelief and didn't appreciate it. Especially since it was coming from the guy who pretended to be dead for an entire month. "You're my best friend and all. But killing Brendon Urie? No offense Frank, but even for you that sounds stupid."

"What do you mean!? I always spoke of a revolution and rebelling against the government! Do you not believe I'm capable of starting something huge!?" He shouted. Patrick's face lit up with a smile as Frank's anger rose. "Calm down Frank. I just don't think-" "Don't think what, Wentz. That I'm able to do it!? That I can become a hero and rescue Chemical City!? That I'm able to kill a man!? Well guess what!? I've been surviving this long without you-I can go longer. Fuck it if you don't want to rise up, but I'm going to be the one to shoot Brendon and save us all!"

"Damn. I like him. Where have you been all this time?" Patrick asked Frank. "Hell." Frank spat, stomping off to the bathroom. He didn't really have to use it, but his anger hadn't always been the best so he figured locking himself in a small room for a while wouldn't do much harm.