Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, chapter 8
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Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge
Part 8
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
There was a bar on the train. Mikey and Gerard were getting drunk... again. Some things you can never change. I picked up a newspaper. On the front cover was a blurry picture of Gerard and Frankie from the restaurant. There was a whole 3 page article on us. Damn. This wont get any easier will it. Gerard and Frankie looked like they were enjoying themselves. I folded up the article and put it in my pocket. Then I realized that the passengers on the train didn't see the paper yet. I better make sure that doesn't happen. I grabbed the pile of newspapers and threw them out the back of the train. Ha ha! Who ever said it was bad to litter?
-Next Day-
*Gerard's P.O.V*
The train arrived in Texas early in the morning. We stumbled out of the train and on to the platform. The station looked deserted. Humph. You don't expect lots of people in such a small little ghost town that this was. That's right, I thought, Ghost town it will soon be. They walked out of the station and into the heated morning. Mikey looked around. You could hear noise from a bar a few feet away. That would be our first target.
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
Gerard led us into a bar. This place was like the old west. Guys with guns rambling around. I rolled my eyes as I pulled out my hand gun. Were they ever in for a surprise. We all started rapid fire. It was very important to keep count of how many you kill. Mikey was pushed into a wooden box by a strong looking guy that seemed to be in a gun gang type thing. Ha! We have a challenger.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
You gotta love the wild west. I stood parallel to the man that had pushed Mikey. We both had our guns drawn. Frankie was counting slowly. 1...I cocked my gun and pointed it square at his heart. 2...my finger rested on the trigger ready to pull it. 3! BANG! BANG! I was pushed back by the force of the blow. Blood was streaming from my arm down my sleeve. It didn't hurt a bit though. I looked ahead. The unfortunate victim lay there covered in blood. I never miss my target. That was the last one. We are the murderers of 1,000 men. And now we had to get to New Jersey. One of these rednecks must have a car right?!
Part 8
*Mikey's P.O.V.*
There was a bar on the train. Mikey and Gerard were getting drunk... again. Some things you can never change. I picked up a newspaper. On the front cover was a blurry picture of Gerard and Frankie from the restaurant. There was a whole 3 page article on us. Damn. This wont get any easier will it. Gerard and Frankie looked like they were enjoying themselves. I folded up the article and put it in my pocket. Then I realized that the passengers on the train didn't see the paper yet. I better make sure that doesn't happen. I grabbed the pile of newspapers and threw them out the back of the train. Ha ha! Who ever said it was bad to litter?
-Next Day-
*Gerard's P.O.V*
The train arrived in Texas early in the morning. We stumbled out of the train and on to the platform. The station looked deserted. Humph. You don't expect lots of people in such a small little ghost town that this was. That's right, I thought, Ghost town it will soon be. They walked out of the station and into the heated morning. Mikey looked around. You could hear noise from a bar a few feet away. That would be our first target.
*Frankie's P.O.V.*
Gerard led us into a bar. This place was like the old west. Guys with guns rambling around. I rolled my eyes as I pulled out my hand gun. Were they ever in for a surprise. We all started rapid fire. It was very important to keep count of how many you kill. Mikey was pushed into a wooden box by a strong looking guy that seemed to be in a gun gang type thing. Ha! We have a challenger.
*Gerard's P.O.V.*
You gotta love the wild west. I stood parallel to the man that had pushed Mikey. We both had our guns drawn. Frankie was counting slowly. 1...I cocked my gun and pointed it square at his heart. 2...my finger rested on the trigger ready to pull it. 3! BANG! BANG! I was pushed back by the force of the blow. Blood was streaming from my arm down my sleeve. It didn't hurt a bit though. I looked ahead. The unfortunate victim lay there covered in blood. I never miss my target. That was the last one. We are the murderers of 1,000 men. And now we had to get to New Jersey. One of these rednecks must have a car right?!
