☆Save Me☆ {Frerard Fanfic}

44: Blood, Blood, Gallons Of The Stuff

Mikey's POV

Ever since we left Asgard, I had felt different, like I didn't want to do this anymore. Jacquie's attitude towards me has changed completely. "What's wrong with you?! You used to do just what I asked, now you won't anything or anyone!" All I can think about is the light from his eyes disappearing as the bullet lodged into his skull, blood pouring out of the wound, even now I feel my hands shaking. "I just don't think I can do this anymore." I say to her. "Did I just hear that you want to be executed?" She asks and I shake my head, feeling slightly sick about the thought of more guns and blood. "Well, pick up your act!" She screams before going back to planning with Thanos.

Memories start coming back of who I've shot and potentially killed, one of them seemed to stand out more than others the countless innocent bystanders. My older brother, Gerard. Even though it was almost a year and a half ago, the guilt and regret is slowly starting to seep in. I lead him directly to Jacquie so she could kill him herself, drugging him up so much he would eventually die.

I sigh, how could I have played into that so blindly? I stare at my gun leaning against the far wall, all I can see are all the dead and dying people, bleeding out, crying and pleading for me not to kill them, and me like an emotionless robot trained to kill, ended their lives mercilessly. I can almost feel their warm blood on my hands, hear the bullet cases hitting the floor and their screams. I can't live like this anymore, I need some way to get out of here. At my next chance, I'll escape. Whether I survive is the only uncertainty.