Chemical City (An Mcr Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Seven (Frank)

"Hello Chemical City. It's me again. Your one and only, Static. We have more news on the Capital of Chem City. A man who's name won't go unknown-had killed the Black Masks with a gun of his own; slain the men who had taken more lives than we can count."

Static took a deep breath while Frank held his own. The entire room was silent except for Patrick, who had just entered with Ray by his side. The two froze when they noticed the others crowding the cheap radio.

"Frank Iero, the most wanted man on Earth has saved the life of many and risked his own to allow someone important to him live another day. Not much is known about him or the unmasked man he saved, but all we can say is that he had done something most others wouldn't dare to do. Now I'm asking you this: Frank Iero, if you're listening, can you please tell us your goal? Can you tell Chemical City why you've voluntarily threw your life in danger? Why you killed the Black Masks without as much as a blink? Who at you really, and why now of all times have you chosen to step up?"

Before more could be said, Pete leaned over all of them and turned the radio off, causing Frank to curse and Andy to mutter his own string of swearwords. "Wentz, why the fuck?" "Because Frank, this whole revolution idea is already getting to your head. This Static man is only making things worse."

"Dude. He was talking about me. He addressed me!" "That's the entire fucking problem, Iero!" Pete snapped, causing Gerard to tense up and Frank to take a dangerous step forward. "Frank, this guy is just urging you to start shit. He obviously doesn't care if you throw your life away because he's begging you to do it again."

"I think he was only asking a physiological question." Patrick interrupted before their conversation could turn into a proper argument. "He's probably not meaning any harm-but if what Pete said is true and this Static guy is trying to get Frank to do something stupid, then Frank chooses to not do something stupid. Easy as that."

Ray shifted uncomfortably for a moment while Andy backed away. "But shouldn't I-" Frank cut himself off from a glare sent from Patrick. Okay, so maybe the fedora man wasn't as peaceful as he once thought. If, Frank told himself. Looks could kill, than he'd be dead.

"Fine, yeah. No stupid stunts until I'm healed." "No stupid stunts ever or I'll personally cut your tongue out of your throat." Patrick threatened. Frank flinched a little, wondering how the hell Patrick could be so...Scary. He was like a dagger hidden in a jacket, waiting to be brought out. Unfortunately Frank's stupidity was probably going to make Patrick strike at any moment.

"But-" "No buts. I've already spent my working hours helping you and I'll be damned if you go back out there and throw your entire fucking life in danger again. And can you stop laughing? I'm being serious-" "Sorry." Frank said with a chuckle. "It's just, hearing you curse is the funniest thing ever."

Patrick's face reddened as he noticed what he had said. Rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably, Patrick shifted his weight from foot to foot before finally saying: "God dammit." Gerard burst out in giggles from beside Frank. Frank couldn't help but smile then because Gerard's laughter was so sweet and he absolutely loved it. Gerard sounded exactly like Mikey when he laughed and for a moment, it brought along a painful memory until he retold himself the truth.

"Mikey's still alive." Gerard's laughter suddenly ceased. "What?" "Ryan Ross." Frank began to pace back and forth across the room, somehow pushing the others away so he could walk. "He said...He said that Mikey was being taken care of. He said Mikey is still alive." "What?" Gerard repeated. "Mikey's alive? Frank, why didn't you say something earlier?!" "I didn't think of it earlier!" He shouted, causing Pete to take a few steps back.

"What?"

"It's...He just told me that Mikey was alive-and that's it. He never specified how or why or where he is-he just told me that Mikey was alive." Frank repeated; finding his vocabulary to be somewhat limited as his thoughts were moving faster than his mouth. And Frank could see, that even though he had no details of Mikey's whereabouts, that Gerard was still grateful of the news. In fact, his boyfriend was just about jumping in place.