Frank threw his head back as hard as he could into the blond guys nose desperation. Pain immediately shot through his skull but the action left the blond guy in enough shock for Frank to jump out of his arms. Frank had absolutely no idea what was going on, but whatever it was, it had something to do with the Killjoys, and Frank did not want to be a part of that again. Franks mind snapped into kill mode. These men were criminals, and they needed to be stopped. Frank backed up and pulled out his ray-gun, pointing it M guy, or Kobra Kid, apparently. Kobra Kid rolled his eyes at him and went back to talking lowly into Korses ear. Frank fired a warning shot near Kobras feet.
"Under order of Better Living Industies you will be tried and executed for treason. " Frank growled. Kobra looked up at him again.
"Cut it out Fun, Korse is down, quit the act." Kobra said with an annoyed tone.
"It didn't work Kobra." A smooth voice said out of nowhere. Frank turned his head to see Party Poison out of the crater and smoothing down his suit again.
"Funs being mind controlled by them. " Party began.
"Frank."
"...Frank... Do you have any memory of who we are?" Of who I am? Party's eyes seemed to plead. Frank pointed his gun at Party Poison.
"By order of Better Living Industries, I sentence you, Party Poison, on the claimes of high treason, terrorism, and anarchism, to execution."
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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...
