Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, chapter 7
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Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge
Part 7
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Michigan at last. A whole new state full of people to kill. I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel Bella Muerte. Frankie and Mikey were asleep. Gerard rolled his eyes. "Wake Up!" he shouted. Frankie woke up a little but fell back to sleep within a few seconds. Ok then. I got out of the car. Guess I'm doin this one solo, I thought to myself. I unloaded several packs of dynamite. He walked into the hotel basement and deposited the stacks. This will be beautiful.
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
I woke up. Mikey was still asleep and he was drooling on me. Sick. I pushed him away and got out of the car. There was no wind and it was hot and stuffy. Where was Gerard? I vaguely recall him yelling at us to wake up, but I must have fallen back to sleep. I looked at the hotel. It looked dark. Of course it was, I thought, it was 4'o clock in the morning.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Ok. Dynamite. Check. Kerosene. Check. Matches. Check. "I'm gonna set this motherfucker on fire!" Gerard yelled. He lit the match and threw it in. BOOM!! ... cough... cough... Gerard walked out of the smoke and watched as fire engulfed the hotel. He walked to the car. Frankie was standing outside of it watching.
*Frankie's P.O.V*
I heard police sirens. Me and Gerard got into the car. As Gerard pushed the gas I took one last look at the hotel. "Woohoo! There was like 624 people in that hotel. Only 88 people left!!" Frankie joined in on the excited yelling. Mikey woke up. Gerard was going 124 MPH. The police cars were on their trail. "Ok guys. See that train station?" said Gerard. We nodded. "When I say go, we'll jump out of the car and get on a random train leaving Michigan. "Gerard that'll kill us for sure." said Mikey. "Na. People do it all the time. Just go for it." I knew that we couldn't talk him out of the plan. So I guess we'll wing it.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
"Go!" Gerard yelled. All doors flung open as we jumped out of the car. I hit my side on the gravel as I landed. Gerard landed on his stomach/face. He stood up shakily. Frank was alright. Gerard was bleeding in several spots on his face. But he cant feel it, I thought to myself. Frankie walked up to Gerard and wiped off the blood. Gerard touched his face. This was the first time since we began this espionage that it seemed Gerard actually realized he was dead. I saw a tear fall down his cheek. What can I do to help him?, I thought. All I can do is keep on killing.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
God I'm dead, I thought to myself. I'd always known it, I just never felt that I was dead. I'm running out of time. We hoped on a train going to Texas. Those rednecks are in for a big surprise thought Gerard.
Part 7
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Michigan at last. A whole new state full of people to kill. I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel Bella Muerte. Frankie and Mikey were asleep. Gerard rolled his eyes. "Wake Up!" he shouted. Frankie woke up a little but fell back to sleep within a few seconds. Ok then. I got out of the car. Guess I'm doin this one solo, I thought to myself. I unloaded several packs of dynamite. He walked into the hotel basement and deposited the stacks. This will be beautiful.
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
I woke up. Mikey was still asleep and he was drooling on me. Sick. I pushed him away and got out of the car. There was no wind and it was hot and stuffy. Where was Gerard? I vaguely recall him yelling at us to wake up, but I must have fallen back to sleep. I looked at the hotel. It looked dark. Of course it was, I thought, it was 4'o clock in the morning.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
Ok. Dynamite. Check. Kerosene. Check. Matches. Check. "I'm gonna set this motherfucker on fire!" Gerard yelled. He lit the match and threw it in. BOOM!! ... cough... cough... Gerard walked out of the smoke and watched as fire engulfed the hotel. He walked to the car. Frankie was standing outside of it watching.
*Frankie's P.O.V*
I heard police sirens. Me and Gerard got into the car. As Gerard pushed the gas I took one last look at the hotel. "Woohoo! There was like 624 people in that hotel. Only 88 people left!!" Frankie joined in on the excited yelling. Mikey woke up. Gerard was going 124 MPH. The police cars were on their trail. "Ok guys. See that train station?" said Gerard. We nodded. "When I say go, we'll jump out of the car and get on a random train leaving Michigan. "Gerard that'll kill us for sure." said Mikey. "Na. People do it all the time. Just go for it." I knew that we couldn't talk him out of the plan. So I guess we'll wing it.
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
"Go!" Gerard yelled. All doors flung open as we jumped out of the car. I hit my side on the gravel as I landed. Gerard landed on his stomach/face. He stood up shakily. Frank was alright. Gerard was bleeding in several spots on his face. But he cant feel it, I thought to myself. Frankie walked up to Gerard and wiped off the blood. Gerard touched his face. This was the first time since we began this espionage that it seemed Gerard actually realized he was dead. I saw a tear fall down his cheek. What can I do to help him?, I thought. All I can do is keep on killing.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
God I'm dead, I thought to myself. I'd always known it, I just never felt that I was dead. I'm running out of time. We hoped on a train going to Texas. Those rednecks are in for a big surprise thought Gerard.
