Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, chapter 6
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Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge
Part 6
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
I'm basically better. Gerard takes so much abuse. Damn Gay Cell mate (literally). At least he doesn't do anything o_O. He scares me! But Gerard says we're getting out of here today. But I'm gonna have to wake him up first, cuz he may have passed out in his attempt to do 100 push ups.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
"HEY TINY!! Get Over Here!" yelled my cell mate... Jack. I had been waiting for the signal. I'll miss it if he doesn't stop ordering me around. He gives murderers a bad name. Yes it's a title that I've grown to. Though Frankie and Gerard are more fun with it.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
"Okay here goes nothing... no more dresses." I said. Frankie cracked up laughing. I rolled my eyes. I struck the match and threw it on the pink dress, which was drenched in kerosene and located right in front of our cell door. BOOM! It serves as a signal, and an escape. The door flew off its hinges. Me and Frankie stepped out of the smoke. It was like a movie scene, only this was real life. I walked over to Mikey's door. "Be there in a sec. I just need to get some keys." I said. Mikey nodded. Frankie stayed with Mikey as I went to find a guard... and a gun.
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
I stood by Mikey's cell door. We chatted about our prison life. His cell mate was not as bad as mine and Gerard's. It seemed like Gerard was taking a life time. He should hurry before a guard beats him to us.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Ah ha! There's a guard. His keys and his gun were both located on his right side. All I had to do was lunge. And I did. I pinned him to the ground easy. Wow push ups help. I grabbed the stuff and ran down the hall. Damn. Should have took his walkie talkie. Cuz as I ran, I heard a static-sounding call for backup.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
"God. Where's Gerard?" "He'll be here any minuet now. We're just being Impatient." said Frankie. I heard running foot steps. Frankie turned his head. "See what'd I tell ya!" Frankie said happily as Gerard stopped in front of my door. He handed Frankie the keys. He breathed heavily. "hurry... guards... backup... stupid... forgot... " he trailed off.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
I heard them before I saw them. We were so close, we couldn't be stopped now. They were just walking till they saw us, then they ran. I opened the front door and we ran out. "Gerard! What are we gonna drive!" yelled Mikey. "Umm... this!" I said pointing at a police car. I took one of the keys of the ring that I had taken from the guard and we got in. Frankie smashed the walkie talkie radio thing. I went 125 MPH and got far away from this place. 712 people to kill, and so little time.
Part 6
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
I'm basically better. Gerard takes so much abuse. Damn Gay Cell mate (literally). At least he doesn't do anything o_O. He scares me! But Gerard says we're getting out of here today. But I'm gonna have to wake him up first, cuz he may have passed out in his attempt to do 100 push ups.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
"HEY TINY!! Get Over Here!" yelled my cell mate... Jack. I had been waiting for the signal. I'll miss it if he doesn't stop ordering me around. He gives murderers a bad name. Yes it's a title that I've grown to. Though Frankie and Gerard are more fun with it.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
"Okay here goes nothing... no more dresses." I said. Frankie cracked up laughing. I rolled my eyes. I struck the match and threw it on the pink dress, which was drenched in kerosene and located right in front of our cell door. BOOM! It serves as a signal, and an escape. The door flew off its hinges. Me and Frankie stepped out of the smoke. It was like a movie scene, only this was real life. I walked over to Mikey's door. "Be there in a sec. I just need to get some keys." I said. Mikey nodded. Frankie stayed with Mikey as I went to find a guard... and a gun.
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
I stood by Mikey's cell door. We chatted about our prison life. His cell mate was not as bad as mine and Gerard's. It seemed like Gerard was taking a life time. He should hurry before a guard beats him to us.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Ah ha! There's a guard. His keys and his gun were both located on his right side. All I had to do was lunge. And I did. I pinned him to the ground easy. Wow push ups help. I grabbed the stuff and ran down the hall. Damn. Should have took his walkie talkie. Cuz as I ran, I heard a static-sounding call for backup.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
"God. Where's Gerard?" "He'll be here any minuet now. We're just being Impatient." said Frankie. I heard running foot steps. Frankie turned his head. "See what'd I tell ya!" Frankie said happily as Gerard stopped in front of my door. He handed Frankie the keys. He breathed heavily. "hurry... guards... backup... stupid... forgot... " he trailed off.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
I heard them before I saw them. We were so close, we couldn't be stopped now. They were just walking till they saw us, then they ran. I opened the front door and we ran out. "Gerard! What are we gonna drive!" yelled Mikey. "Umm... this!" I said pointing at a police car. I took one of the keys of the ring that I had taken from the guard and we got in. Frankie smashed the walkie talkie radio thing. I went 125 MPH and got far away from this place. 712 people to kill, and so little time.
