Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, chapter 2
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Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge
Part 2
*Frankie's P.O.V*
Me and Gerard walked into an almost empty church. Mikey, Ray and Bob were in a side room, but from where we were it looked deserted. Gerard stopped a few feet away from the entrance.
"Frankie, I really don't think I can properly enter a church. Not only am I dead, I'm plotting to kill a thousand people to make a deal with the devil. Do you think you could get Mikey to come out here?" said Gerard.
"Sure." I said. Gerard thanked me and walked outside.
*Mikey's P.O.V*
Ray and Bob were smiling and laughing, just joking around. I don't think I'll ever be able to do that again. At least not now. All of the sadness and depression of the past few months was just to painful.
-About A Month Ago-
"C'mon! You know you wanna come!" yelled Gerard threw the door. He was going to a party with Frankie and Ray. I just didn't feel like going this time. Because chances are, Gerard and Frankie will get so drunk and so high that they won't remember a thing the next day.
"MIKEY!" Gerard yelled again.
"Have Fun!" I yelled back. Gerard rolled his eyes.
"Okay. Be back later." Gerard grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
-Later that night-
'ring ring' I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" It was 2:00 in the morning!
"Yes, this is the New Jersey Police. Is this Mikey Way?" Great. What did Gerard do this time?, I thought.
"Yes. May I please know why you are calling?"
"Well, your brother, Gerard Way, got in a fight with a guy, named Matt, they were both VERY drunk and... " "Yes?!"
"Matt had a gun and... he shot your brother." Oh god, thought Mikey, Oh God.
"Is he alright?!"
"I'm afraid he's... dead."
-End Of Flashback-
Now his grandma was gone too. She was one of the only people (other then Frank, Ray and Bob) to actually care about him and know how hard this was for him. Now it was just me, Frank, Ray and Bob. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Frankie since the hearse left.
The door opened. It was Frankie.
"Hey where've you been?" asked Ray. Frankie just mumbled something.
"Hey Mikey, I need you to come outside for a minute I promise it'll be quick." he said. I usually would have declined, but the urgency in his voice made me change my mind. It must be pretty important.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
It was pouring rain. My hair stuck to my face and my clothes were soaked. Why was this taking so long! The door began to open. Finally, I thought, I don't have much time. Frankie walked out first, followed by Mikey. Yay!, I thought. I knew I was smiling.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
What could possibly be important enough that its worth getting soaked out here?, I thought. I looked around. Someone was standing, not to far away. His features were blocked by his hair, which was stuck to his face by the rain, and his hand was over his mouth, as if trying to hide a smile. Frankie seemed to be leading me to him.
When we got there the person, whoever he was, just hugged me. I looked over his solder at Frankie, who was laughing, seeing my confusion. The person turned to Frankie, obviously confused, and Frankie gestured to move his hair. He did and then turned around. It was Gerard.
Part 2
*Frankie's P.O.V*
Me and Gerard walked into an almost empty church. Mikey, Ray and Bob were in a side room, but from where we were it looked deserted. Gerard stopped a few feet away from the entrance.
"Frankie, I really don't think I can properly enter a church. Not only am I dead, I'm plotting to kill a thousand people to make a deal with the devil. Do you think you could get Mikey to come out here?" said Gerard.
"Sure." I said. Gerard thanked me and walked outside.
*Mikey's P.O.V*
Ray and Bob were smiling and laughing, just joking around. I don't think I'll ever be able to do that again. At least not now. All of the sadness and depression of the past few months was just to painful.
-About A Month Ago-
"C'mon! You know you wanna come!" yelled Gerard threw the door. He was going to a party with Frankie and Ray. I just didn't feel like going this time. Because chances are, Gerard and Frankie will get so drunk and so high that they won't remember a thing the next day.
"MIKEY!" Gerard yelled again.
"Have Fun!" I yelled back. Gerard rolled his eyes.
"Okay. Be back later." Gerard grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
-Later that night-
'ring ring' I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" It was 2:00 in the morning!
"Yes, this is the New Jersey Police. Is this Mikey Way?" Great. What did Gerard do this time?, I thought.
"Yes. May I please know why you are calling?"
"Well, your brother, Gerard Way, got in a fight with a guy, named Matt, they were both VERY drunk and... " "Yes?!"
"Matt had a gun and... he shot your brother." Oh god, thought Mikey, Oh God.
"Is he alright?!"
"I'm afraid he's... dead."
-End Of Flashback-
Now his grandma was gone too. She was one of the only people (other then Frank, Ray and Bob) to actually care about him and know how hard this was for him. Now it was just me, Frank, Ray and Bob. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Frankie since the hearse left.
The door opened. It was Frankie.
"Hey where've you been?" asked Ray. Frankie just mumbled something.
"Hey Mikey, I need you to come outside for a minute I promise it'll be quick." he said. I usually would have declined, but the urgency in his voice made me change my mind. It must be pretty important.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
It was pouring rain. My hair stuck to my face and my clothes were soaked. Why was this taking so long! The door began to open. Finally, I thought, I don't have much time. Frankie walked out first, followed by Mikey. Yay!, I thought. I knew I was smiling.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
What could possibly be important enough that its worth getting soaked out here?, I thought. I looked around. Someone was standing, not to far away. His features were blocked by his hair, which was stuck to his face by the rain, and his hand was over his mouth, as if trying to hide a smile. Frankie seemed to be leading me to him.
When we got there the person, whoever he was, just hugged me. I looked over his solder at Frankie, who was laughing, seeing my confusion. The person turned to Frankie, obviously confused, and Frankie gestured to move his hair. He did and then turned around. It was Gerard.
