The End. ~Frerard~

Escapees

*really loud annoying banging at the door*

"yes, YES IM COMING!" Gerard yelled, crawling out of bed.

"its okay, I got it." Frank interrupted. "I got it, lay down." he kissed Gerards forehead.

without even opening the door all the way, a very jumpy Pete Wentz let himself in. "no please," Frank closed the door, "come in."

"thank you for the hospitality Frank but theres no time to waste. I know who shot Gerard."

Gerard immediately sat up. "who?"

Pete cleared his throat. "Dallon"

Frank shook his head. "thats not possible, Dallon, is the general, why would he-"

"you see, when Gerard and I were running, he made this totally awesome observation that the enemy base was not in fact, trained military men from other countries. they were unwanteds. the ones who weren't hung or burned alive of course. they were set up to lose! they were chained together and you can't do jack shit when you're chained. we realized this and began to run back to our base. one second I was jumping and tripping and the next, Gerard had collapsed. I looked up to where the bullet came from. he didn't see me but I saw his sneaky ass. he turned and continued to walk as if nothing had just happened!" Pete explained this as quickly as his mouth would let him.

Gerards jaw dropped "so he's in on it..."

"yes. he knows whats going on and apparently, its some really nasty shit."

Frank shook his head in disbelief. "you can say that again."

Pete raised his eyebrow. "yes. he-"

"I didn't actually mean it Pete" Frank cut him off.

Gerard looked up at Frank. "what are we going to do?"

Frank looked back at him. "the only thing we can do." he sighed. "we have to run."

-

"everythings ready?" Frank asked the two of the boys.

Gerard nodded.

"yes." Brendon felt his pockets. "wait no. wait yes. no. YES. yea I'm good."

Frank looked him up and down. "are you sure?" Brendon nodded. "okay then. lets get going."

the three of them left Gerards cabin with only their valuables. nothing extra. after maybe half an hour of walking, they made it to the "electric" fences.

"Frank those bad boys are fired up!" Brendon yelled.

Frank turned and looked at him. "okay first of all. you need to shut the fuck up. you can't be making loud noises in the sewers. it echos. I don't feel like fighting buff dudes thank you very much- "

"i'l fight em" Gerard interjected. Frank only smiled at him.

"second. these 'bad boys' are only fired up for around two hours everyday. at nine am and nine pm. all the electricity works that way here. okay? Brendon you need to trust me." Frank concluded. Brendon still looked on edge. Frank groaned. "fine let me prove it. give me your watch," he stuck his hand out.

Brendon warily handed it over.

"Thanks." he then proceeded to chuck the metal into the fence. they waited. no zap. no sizzle. no explosion. Frank picked up the watch and handed it to Brendon. "satisfied?" Brendon nodded. "good"

they hopped the fence and followed Gerards lead out to the city. they left the camp at eleven pm and by the time they found their way to the convenience store in which Gerard and Frank met, it was already two am.