Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, chapter 5
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*Frankie's P.O.V.*
We were in a restaurant. I took sips of coffee in between bullet shots. Damn, these New York people make everything so difficult. Gerard had spent the entire night speeding down roads and dodging police to get here and now I cant even enjoy a cup of coffee. I shot a man a few tables down strait threw the heart. Gerard was all over the place, dodging bullets from police officers. Ha ha! Gerard was such a handful they hardly noticed me and Mikey. I didn't mind. I finished my coffee and stood up. I walked behind Gerard. "Need Help?" I said with a grin.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Me and Frankie started randomly firing everywhere. Mikey was eating cake. He's so lazy. Oh well. This was quite fun. "Ow!" Frankie was shot in the arm. I put down my gun to help him. Big Mistake. Before I knew it I was in handcuffs. I kept cursing until one of the officers slapped me. Mikey and me were put in one car and Frankie was put in another. At least those jerks were helping him feel better. Even if they kept slapping me.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
How are we gonna get out of this one, I thought. Gerard was doing the best he could to get slapped. I don't even think he can feel it. Frankie would be laughing, but I was in a much more serious mood. "Now what?" I whispered to Gerard. "Simple. They put us in a cell. We break out. We go to Michigan. Just follow my lead." I rolled my eyes. How vague. "Ok." I said.
*Frankie's P.O.V."
Oh God! Pain rushed up and down my arm and it was slowly spreading. Whatever these bitches were doing, it didn't seem to work. But after several more seconds I passed out.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Me and Mikey were put in separate cells. Though they were right next to each other. Frankie would be put in my cell as soon as he was better. This prison was over crowded. I already had a cell mate. He gave me an evil glare. Ha! Like he could hurt me. "You" he said pointing at me. "Yes?!" I said. "Put on this dress and give me 5o." He showed me a pink dress. "Ya right." I said. He cracked his knuckles. Not Scary. Then he grabbed my throat, lifted me up, and held me against the wall. Scary. "Fine" I chocked. Damn.
This dress is ugly! I had done 30 push ups and I was getting tired. God, I'd been dead for over a month and now I have to do major physical activity?! And in a dress. NOT FAIR!
We were in a restaurant. I took sips of coffee in between bullet shots. Damn, these New York people make everything so difficult. Gerard had spent the entire night speeding down roads and dodging police to get here and now I cant even enjoy a cup of coffee. I shot a man a few tables down strait threw the heart. Gerard was all over the place, dodging bullets from police officers. Ha ha! Gerard was such a handful they hardly noticed me and Mikey. I didn't mind. I finished my coffee and stood up. I walked behind Gerard. "Need Help?" I said with a grin.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Me and Frankie started randomly firing everywhere. Mikey was eating cake. He's so lazy. Oh well. This was quite fun. "Ow!" Frankie was shot in the arm. I put down my gun to help him. Big Mistake. Before I knew it I was in handcuffs. I kept cursing until one of the officers slapped me. Mikey and me were put in one car and Frankie was put in another. At least those jerks were helping him feel better. Even if they kept slapping me.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
How are we gonna get out of this one, I thought. Gerard was doing the best he could to get slapped. I don't even think he can feel it. Frankie would be laughing, but I was in a much more serious mood. "Now what?" I whispered to Gerard. "Simple. They put us in a cell. We break out. We go to Michigan. Just follow my lead." I rolled my eyes. How vague. "Ok." I said.
*Frankie's P.O.V."
Oh God! Pain rushed up and down my arm and it was slowly spreading. Whatever these bitches were doing, it didn't seem to work. But after several more seconds I passed out.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Me and Mikey were put in separate cells. Though they were right next to each other. Frankie would be put in my cell as soon as he was better. This prison was over crowded. I already had a cell mate. He gave me an evil glare. Ha! Like he could hurt me. "You" he said pointing at me. "Yes?!" I said. "Put on this dress and give me 5o." He showed me a pink dress. "Ya right." I said. He cracked his knuckles. Not Scary. Then he grabbed my throat, lifted me up, and held me against the wall. Scary. "Fine" I chocked. Damn.
This dress is ugly! I had done 30 push ups and I was getting tired. God, I'd been dead for over a month and now I have to do major physical activity?! And in a dress. NOT FAIR!
