The End. ~Frerard~

You know what they do to guys like us in war

it had been 3 weeks since Frank had begun to stay with them.

apparently the general was on his way back with a war threat. that meant that they'd have to go to war. yay.

Bert had collected Frank 2 days before the general got back.

once he'd returned, all hell broke loose. the boys couldn't sleep. 2 extra men would be on night duty. the food tasted weird according to Pete.

then pills were waiting on the table.

"aripiprazole " Gerard read the bottle.

"ari-what?"

he observed the small bottle in his hand, "it can treat schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, depression, and Tourette syndrome."

"why do you know this exactly?" Brendon asked, reading his own bottle.

Gerard opened the bottle and tilted it so the tablets would fall into his hand. "a family member used to take it. they had bipolar disorder." Gerards head shot up. "i remembered that.." he whispered. he looked at Brendon. "HOLY SHIT MAN! I REMEMBERED THAT!"

"yes i'd be surprised if you wouldn't be able to remember a family member." Brendon sniffed his pills.

Gerard looked at Brendon as if he'd just proposed to give pigeons tuxedos. " dude, you don't even remember your own fucking mother."

Brendon looked up at Gerard. "sure i do. her name is Grace. she had brown hair, lighter than mine and she was a whore and left me to fend for myself," he closed the bottle. Gerard raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "oh shit. oh shit oh shit oh shit!" he stood up. "i remember!" he hugged Gerard.

"Bren- Brend- okay Brendon chill!" he laughed and Brendon jumped up and down with Gerard still in his arms.

-

"can i help you?" Gerard asked once he opened the door.

Pete's eyes grew wide. he never really realized how much bigger Gerard really was. he could totally knock Pete out. of course he wouldn't. but he could. "oh uh, Dallon told me to tell you this. you need to take one pill every 6 hours and get ready for battle. we're leaving tomorrow at noon."

Gerard looked Pete up and down and asked, "what if we don't take the pills?"

"i don't know? no one has not taken the pills so he'd expect you to."

Brendon decided it would be a good time to intervene. he stood up from the bed and said, "you can tell your precious Dally that-"

"we will take the pills." Gerard cut him off.

Pete smiled. "good! cool. awesome." he gave Gerard a thumbs up.

Gerard faked a smile and slammed the door. "we are not taking those pills." he sighed.

"no way!" Brendon laughed.

Gerard scoffed and rolled his eyes. "bro shut the fuck up." 

-

"rise and shine sunshine, we're leaving in 20 minutes!" Pete called.

"fuck off" Gerard groaned back.

the door swung open and hit the wall with a loud bang. "okay who the fuck?" he sat up and looked at the dumbass is the door. "what rent are you paying to slam doors in my fucking cabin?" Gerard asked.

"i've stuck around as your friend and i'm sure that's enough. get up bitch. we're leaving in 15 minutes." Brendon slammed the door behind him and pulled the covers off Gerard.

"suck a dick Urie, i'm trying to sleep." he turned away from Brendon.

"i'll suck Ryan's dick once we get out of here."

"and what if we don't?" Gerard questioned.

"then i'll suck Dallons dick." Gerard sat up with a  raised eyebrow. "what? he's hot!" Brendon laughed.

"wOoOoW! i'm telling Ryan." Gerard joked and stood up.

"the fuck you will" Brendon tackled Gerard.

"biTch"

-

Gerard's migraine had started and he couldn't do anything about it on the battle field. he looked around for Brendon. we wasn't anywhere to be seen.

*•+**^*•**boom*•***•*+•*

all the boys crouched. some fell. some ran. others got some part of their body blown off. they were quickly carried off to the bungalows. Gerard looked around. his heartbeat immediately became much louder. he called for Brendon but his voice was muffled by all the gunfire.

'fuck this' he thought. "fuck this, fuck you," he pointed at Pete. "fuck all of you! i'm- i'm fucking leaving" his voice quivered. he began to walk away. someone grabbed the collar of his jacket and yanked him to the side.

"you are not about to chicken out do you understand me?" Dallon yelled. "you are going to get your coward ass out there and you are going to fight. shoot with your eyes closed for all i care just do something other than cower away Gerard. got that?" he commanded. all Gerard could do was nod. so that's what he did. he nodded and got back into formation.

he looked up. multiple planes flew above their heads. some he identified as theirs and some were the enemies. the bombs began to drop faster than they had before.

Pete grabbed his shoulder and as reassuringly as he could, he said, "Gerard, i know you hate this, we all do but i need you to try. if we're gonna go out, let's go out shooting. if we run, they'll never get us, like a bullet through a flock of doves."

Gerard swallowed. "but i can't! and i don't know how!" he turned to Pete, "we're just two men as god had made us! i cant!"

Pete smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "you can and you're going to have to."

"life is but a dream for the dead, at least i won't go down by myself, i'll go down with my friends." he mumbled.

then they ran. Pete whooped. Gerard screamed. they pulled their guns out and fired. they fired into the enemies. some bullets missed while others hit the men square in the chest. the first row of defense fell. Gerard watched the terrified faces of the opposing force. they didn't look like they were trained for war. Gerard caught a glimpse of their hands. chained together. their ankles too. Gerard looked up and locked eyes with one of the other men. they were full of fear and sadness.

Gerard tackled Pete to the safety of a ditch.

"Pete these men, they aren't military men! they aren't soldiers!" Gerard exclaimed.

Pete scoffed and peeked over the ditch. "sure they are! look. they have guns and they're wearing uniform."

"Pete! look at their hands" Gerard shoved him. Pete looked at their chained hands. "what about their ankles?" Gerard asked. Also chained.

Pete sat back. "unwanteds." he breathed. he looked at Gerard. "holy fuck they're unwanteds. they don't get executed! they get sent to war and we kill them."

"we were never at war to begin with."  Gerard leaned his head back and closed his eyes. his headache had only worsened and his heart throbbed a bit harder. he opened his eyes and looked at Pete. "we need to get out of here." Pete nodded in agreement. and that's what they did. they ran like hell.

halfway back to their base, everything slowed down. the bullets almost seemed to stop and the bombs froze in midair. Gerard looked over at Pete who was tripping over his feet. Gerard looked to the other side and was met with a bullet right between his eyes.

he dropped and everything faded to nothing.