The man Frank knew as Party Poison stared at him with multiple emotions flashing through his hazel eyes. Frank simply stared back in shock. Their eye contact seemed to go on forever, neither of them daring to blink as if they were weeping angels. What snapped them both put of their staring contest was the sound of a gun shot. Franks head whipped around to see Korse on the floor holding a bloody knee. M guy had his gun pointed at him with smoke trailing out of the end. Frank opened his mouth to scream but the blond guy that had also been with him clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Okay Fun Ghoul, I know you're in there somewhere, you're time of hiding is over." The blond guy whispered quickly in Franks ear. Frank shook his head wildly. 12 years. 12 years he had spent working proudly for Better living Industries. 12 years he had gone on kill missions to destroy the Killjoys. 12 years he had spent supplying as much information as he could to Korse so he could live happily. And finally he had gotten his normal life, and he wasn't about to give it up. Frank twisted in the blond guys grip. His eyes shot over to M guy who was leaning over Korse, furiously speaking into his ear. Frank only caught on to the last part.
"You thought you could defeat the Kobra Kid? Oh no, big error on your part. I'm back, the Electric Century has begun."
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My Chemical Ferard
RandomFrank Iero is a crow for BLi (proudly so) bad his lives couldn't get any better. Having no memory of ever being with the killjoys, he adapts well to civilian life. At least, until Party Poison crashes back into his life riding on a spaceship with a...
