Kho,This TN Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us

Ma'tkhafch...

    Gee was mad at his husband for not letting them get back to their country, a country where Frankie swore to never go back to. "Khlass hobi..." but Gee kept ignoring him and avoided him as much as he could. "Ya Gee..." he turned his back when Frankie faced him. "3lach rak dirli haka kho?!" Cried Frankie; But with no emotions, Gee kept ignoring him, he will keep ignoring him until he gets what he wants and Frankie knows this very well. "Khlass! Nwelou l'Dzaïr..." hearing this, Gee turned back to smile and kiss his cheek.
"Saha Frankie..."

    After the tour Gee was surprised by husband with plane tickets. And so they came back in Algeria... and here they were, about to knock on Mikey's door, Gee hesitated, played with his ring, and so he took it off and hid it in his pocket.

"F-Frankie..."

"Tebteb wela douk n7alek rassek, 3andna noss sa3a w 7na wa9fil..." Gee finally knocked with scared courage, Mikey opened and his heart raced, he seemed to not recognize him, and looked at Frankie weirdly.

"Mikey..."

"Ouin kounto?"

"Ana kount f talyen chouf khouk win ken..." said Frankie and that made Mikey groan and pushed him with his forehead to the other door, willing to start a fight.

"Dito m3ak?!" Mikey yelled.

"Wesh ndir bih?" responded Frankie firmly.

"Kount fe dar..." finally spoke Gee.

"Kount fe dar?" Mikey turned to Gee.

"Wah" Mikey groaned again at Gee's response before slapping him.

"Matmessouch rebbek!" interfered Frankie with a first, but Mikey didn't fight back, he had something to say.

"Baba w yemma mato fe dar, terte9 3lihoum l gaz..." Mikey's confession made Frankie's knuckles rest unwillingly.

"Ch-chawala...?" asked Gee with a broken voice, as tears rushed quickly to his eyes. Mikey turned to face him again.

"W nta manss79ch nzid nchoufek. Mat3rfni, mana3rfek... Weli win kount." Mikey got back inside his house quietly, but slamming the door enough to create an echo, and echo that troubled their minds. It was heavy enough to make them sit on the dirty stairs; Gee put his head above his knees and started to cry, and Frankie comforted him. Time passed quickly, the sun died and they still were sitting on the stairs mourning, Frankie grew quite impatient as he felt nothing but the sorrow of his husband consuming the atmosphere.

"Khlass ya kho rebi yerhamhoum, rah ta7 lil..."

"3leh 3andna ouin row7o?!"

"Nemcho chwiya 7ta-"

"Bele3." Frankie got up and grabbed his hand. They walked but there is no hotel near, so they found a construction site where they spent the night cuddling each other for some warmth, to be woken up by singing birds and stray dogs sniffing them.

    The news spread that Gerard and his husband were actually Algerian and currently in the country, which made the overly religious conservative people start a hunt on them, but they did not want them dead. With no hard work, they found them roaming the streets for some place to go to, as the hotels refused their stay, and so they were kidnapped. Roped in this house by the woods they were tortured and abused, Frankie has previously experienced this since he has worked in a homosexual strip club without his will, it was harder for Gee to bear and harder for Frankie to watch the bearded men penetrate his husband aggressively, but what could he do? He has learned his lesson to not scream, and his eyes dried out of tears with time. Days have passed not as quickly as the couple wished them to, but here were the conservatives, the heroes of the nation, the heads off the spreading of sins and the only ones who could stop evil. The saviors came with real crafted weapons this time, what a great show of justice will they get the people of the country to see, and for free on the internet! The greatest of them held a sword in the figure of a contemptuous messiah, his sword was made just for his as it was not fancy, not shiny neither, it was not even cleaned; and the other, to Frankie's left, had a butcher's knife, certainly for some tender meat and resistant bones; there was one in the middle, recording their last words for the world to never forget; and the last one had a wooden bat, whom was the first to start, by kicking everywhere he pleased until their bones broke inside of them, and stopped when he had enough, the one with the sword approached Frankie first "Gee n'hebek..." Frankie faced his love instead of facing his end, crying to some kind of very late hope.

"Nebghik Frankie..." Gee cried back.

"N'mout 3l-" but he couldn't finish his very last words until he has felt the sword passing throughout both of his cheeks in and out, swallowing his blood as he proceeded to scream the pain out, he felt that it had cut his tongue too, but not entirely, he closed his eyes as one of them ordered him to shut up in a heavy scream, he was breathing heavily and couldn't help but piss himself and the place all over, which seemed to upset the gang; the butcher cut off his genitals with no rush and Frankie felt every millisecond of it, Gee did not wish to look at it, and again the same voice has ordered him to keep watching, to be prepared for the same treatment, the blood made his heart sick and he puked it out, but the man insisted, grabbed on his hair and made him watch, watch the butcher take off his fingers, hand, wrist, forearm; watch the butcher take off his toes, cutting Frankie's leg until it reached his knees, slowly, too slow to bear, too slow to watch, his tibia seemed to hurt the most since it hasn't been broken with the bat, and he kept watching. He kept watching, the unbearable sadness went away as Frankie exchanged his sharp screaming for twitched moans, and he kept watching, with doomed rage, but he kept watching, and he watched it until the very end when they took his heart out of his ribcage, and he noticed, Frankie's heart was still beating.

                           

        one's hero, is someone else's terrorist;

                                                                                just as one's terrorist, is someone else's hero.