Frank Iero Must Die {Frerard}

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As was said in the now-deleted author's note, sorry for the short chapter last week, this one's the usual length

This isn't a trigger warning per say, but the last paragraph deals with Gerard's opinion on death (once again) and I think that the way it's explained could upset someone who has experienced similar thoughts

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It's funny how quickly a person's mood can change. You can go from the happiest person on earth to a demon-ridden person with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Some mood changes are less drastic.

Take mine, for example. I went from happily awaiting my boyfriend's return to worriedly pacing as I wondered if my boyfriend was even alive.

I wanted so badly to call his new burner phone, but I knew that if he was in a dangerous situation, having his phone go off would probably not help. I had to wait.

Finally, one sleepless night later, my cellphone made the annoyingly repetitive dinging noise that meant that I was getting a phone call.

The caller ID said F, meaning Frank, and I answered immediately, wanting to yell his name. But I couldn't. I motioned for Mikey and Pete to be quiet and listen, remembering that I had to call him by is ridiculous code name, then he had to call me by mine. "Fun Ghoul? Is that you?" I asked, working to keep my voice calm and emotionless.

"Party Poison. Keep running." Was all he said. Keep running. That meant that he'd been captured. I assumed that whoever had caught him wanted him to pretend like everything was fine and he was on his way, so I played along.

"So you'll be back soon then. What took so long?" I sounded cold to my own ears, but the people that had caught him couldn't know about our relationship. They could so easily use it against us, and that would only end in death.

"Technical difficulties. Expect me in an hour or so. What was the address again?" He had definitely been caught by the assassin he'd been sent to kill if he was an hour or so away. I wondered what had happened that had caused Frank to be overpowered by the ever-scrawny, undertrained Ryan Ross.

I had two options now. I could play in to Ross' game and trap him, or call him out then hunt him down. The first put Frank in a disposable position seeing as he would no longer be needed once I gave Ross an address, the second made him Ryan's shield when we came for him. Obviously, I'd decided I'd rather Frank be an assassin's protection and remain very much alive than a dead or disposable pawn.

"Nice try, Ross. Watch your back." With that I hung up the phone and turned to Mikey and Pete. "Get your shit, we're going on a rescue mission."

Mikey cheered, "I feel like I good guy instead of the brother of one assassin, the boyfriend of the another, and the future brother-in-law of yet another." Pete giggled and kissed my brother on the nose, causing Mikey to smile at him.

"Alright, enough being all couple-y, we have places to go, people to kill." I told them, packing up my backpack. Mikey rolled his eyes, "You're too casual about killing people." That drew a snort from me, "That, my dear brother, is because I was killing before killing was cool."

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We had armed ourselves with stuff from the arsenal I kept in trunk of the van. I had brought some things inside my hotel room before Frank took the van with him to kill Ryan Ross, so we were well stocked on weapons.

It wasn't hard to hotwire the motel-owner's shitty pickup truck. We packed up all our stuff within about fifteen minutes, and got on the road as quickly as possible.

The car ride was quiet and brooding. My brother and Pete both knew just how anxious I was to get to Frank and make sure he was okay. I couldn't lose him. I wouldn't.

Ross' house was a simple suburban two-story with a green lawn and curtained windows, situated in between a chirpy, blond-haired family of four and a sweet elderly couple. If he wasn't a cold-blooded killer, one might have said he was living the American dream.

I didn't plan on leaving him living for long.

I peered through one of the French doors, seeing Ross standing in the living room, loosely holding a gun. Frank was tied to a chair beside him, glaring. If looks could kill, Ross would be a goner.

I went in the front, Mikey and Pete went in the back. It was a quick fight. Ross expected me, but not them. Ryan turned his gun towards me, and Pete tackled him from behind. Soon, Ross was the one tied to a chair, and I had my arms wrapped around Frank.

Ryan had an eyebrow raised as he watched us, "So you're gay then, Gerard?" He knew me because we had worked together once or twice in the past.

Frank and I pulled apart, realizing just how much weakness we were showing by making our relationship obvious. Ryan Ross definitely couldn't be left alive now. Not that he would live otherwise.

If an assassin from my organization was killed by a gun that was reputed to belong to Frank's organization, all hell would break loose. Exactly as I wanted it to.

The two organizations would fight against each other for years, and at least one wouldn't make it out of this, leaving less enemies for us. If we were lucky they'd completely innihilate each other and we'd be safe forever, but that did seem more than a small bit unlikely.

"Have you heard the news that you're dead?" Frank asked the helpless man, a sadistic-looking smile on his face as he took the gun from my hand and levelled it at Ross' head.

He just smiled. He knew he was going to die sooner or later, and why not sooner instead of later? Life as an assassin changed people's view on death. It became the finish line of a race called living, and you worked hard to get there, then it was all over. Nothing but relief and emptiness. Ryan knew it was coming, and he had accepted it. He was embracing the end of his life, and a part of me respected him for it. Why be afraid?

Bang

Hello my children

Welcome back to Frank Iero Must Die, it's good to see you again

The Frerard picture on the side is positively glorious, and not mine it belongs to some random person online idk but whoever you are, congrats on creating that

Ryan stayed for a while in this story then left JUST LIKE WITH PANIC!

Too soon? Yeah. Still not over that.

So New Found Glory was pretty fucking great live

Um...that's all for now, I guess

Stop your crying, helpless feeling, and remember to create and destroy as you see fit

~Dani ♥