Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, chapter 4
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*Mikey's P.O.V.*
Dead End. But Gerard wasn't slowing down. If anything he was going faster. He was at 164 MPH. Oh no. "Gerard, you may be dead, but I'd much prefer not to be on your death list." I said. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. Your on the winning side." Suddenly Gerard slammed on the brakes. The police cars attempt to break sent it swerving into one of the side walls. Like the others, it exploded into a fiery haze.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
"Well now what did I tell ya." I said as we drove down the highway at 95 MPH. "Ya. You're right." said Mikey. I swerved into another Exit. "What are we doin here?" asked Frankie. "What do you think?!" I replied.
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
Gerard pulled into a wedding reception place. I was confused, and by the looks of it, so was Mikey. "C'mon you'll see." we got out of the car and fallowed Gerard inside. It was huge. But there was no reception going yet. Gerard led us to the kitchen. There was food prepared, along with some beverages. "Here." said Gerard handing us each a baggy full of white powder.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
"This is Cyanide. You have to deposit small amounts into all of the beverages, and some of the liquid-type food if you'd like." said Gerard casually as he put small pinches of cyanide into the wine. Me and Frankie exchanged glances as we began doing the same. Gerard really didn't worry about evidence did he.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Being as we already wore tuxes from the funeral, we fit in perfectly fine with the rest of the wedding party. But you could obviously tell that Frankie and Mikey were nervous. Frankie flipped all of the locks on the doors silently. The clock struck 12:00 midnight. Suddenly everyone collapsed. It was almost like The Masque of the Red Death. Only this was much more peaceful. We rushed to the elevator. The highest it went was 10. It'll have to do. We got to the roof. Frankie locked the roof door. All of the bodies were locked inside. "Now you never told us how we'd get down," said Mikey. "Oh. You wouldn't mind jumping?" I said.
"Mikey's P.O.V.*
God. How many times must I go over this with him. I do not wish to die. "I don't think so," I said. Frankie nodded. Gerard paced around the roof. "Okay. Here's a fire escape. It should work." We all descended the fire escape and jumped into the car. Gerard pressed the gas and we speeded onto the highway. 748 people to go.
Dead End. But Gerard wasn't slowing down. If anything he was going faster. He was at 164 MPH. Oh no. "Gerard, you may be dead, but I'd much prefer not to be on your death list." I said. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. Your on the winning side." Suddenly Gerard slammed on the brakes. The police cars attempt to break sent it swerving into one of the side walls. Like the others, it exploded into a fiery haze.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
"Well now what did I tell ya." I said as we drove down the highway at 95 MPH. "Ya. You're right." said Mikey. I swerved into another Exit. "What are we doin here?" asked Frankie. "What do you think?!" I replied.
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
Gerard pulled into a wedding reception place. I was confused, and by the looks of it, so was Mikey. "C'mon you'll see." we got out of the car and fallowed Gerard inside. It was huge. But there was no reception going yet. Gerard led us to the kitchen. There was food prepared, along with some beverages. "Here." said Gerard handing us each a baggy full of white powder.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
"This is Cyanide. You have to deposit small amounts into all of the beverages, and some of the liquid-type food if you'd like." said Gerard casually as he put small pinches of cyanide into the wine. Me and Frankie exchanged glances as we began doing the same. Gerard really didn't worry about evidence did he.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Being as we already wore tuxes from the funeral, we fit in perfectly fine with the rest of the wedding party. But you could obviously tell that Frankie and Mikey were nervous. Frankie flipped all of the locks on the doors silently. The clock struck 12:00 midnight. Suddenly everyone collapsed. It was almost like The Masque of the Red Death. Only this was much more peaceful. We rushed to the elevator. The highest it went was 10. It'll have to do. We got to the roof. Frankie locked the roof door. All of the bodies were locked inside. "Now you never told us how we'd get down," said Mikey. "Oh. You wouldn't mind jumping?" I said.
"Mikey's P.O.V.*
God. How many times must I go over this with him. I do not wish to die. "I don't think so," I said. Frankie nodded. Gerard paced around the roof. "Okay. Here's a fire escape. It should work." We all descended the fire escape and jumped into the car. Gerard pressed the gas and we speeded onto the highway. 748 people to go.
