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Frank rested soundly in his bed. It felt good to finally be at home, where he was familiar. He was just happy to be away from them. The constant fights and rumors. He hated Gerard with a passion at that moment. But he pushed back the resentment and tried to sleep. His mind whirled with hateful words and things he had experienced and done to his friend. He closed his tired hazel eyes and prayed for sleep. He began drifting.

He heard the rattle of the front door, but neglected to investigate. 'just Mikey coming in late' he told himself. He pushed further into his unconscious mind. Frank was pulled out of his vegetative state with a hard blow to the abdomen.

"Wake up motherfucker!" a dark figure grabbed Frank by the throat and lead him out of bed. "Get dressed." Another figure in the room tossed clothing at him. His eyes tried to adjust to see faces but were unable to due to ski masks.

"Hurry it up!" shouted the first figure, which was much taller than Frank.

"Please don't hurt me." Frank quietly submitted unsure of any weapons they might have.

They pulled him down the walk way and into a dark blue van. The plates were from New Jersey. The doors opened and shed light on an unconscious Mikey. Frank was violently shoved inside and brought into darkness. He felt the van take off; he searched his pockets for a lighter. Finding it he quickly flicked it and examined the vans inside. No door handles for escape. Nor was there windows.

"Shit!" he cursed loudly.

The van came to a halt; Frank fell hard to the floor, he hand slid in what felt like water. He picked his lighter up and flicked it again. He flashed over his hand, it was covered in red. 'Blood. From where? Mikey?' he thought.

Frank rolled Mikey onto his back. A small gash over his right eye, 'Poor Mikey' he thought. The van doors shut, and it was silent.

Moments later, the door opened and blinded Frank. Another body joined, the light flashed over the face, Ray. He looked dead. His body was limp but he was awake. Frank saw the band aid on his neck. 'The shot him with what!' Frank contemplated.

He lightly slapped Ray.

"Wake up man! We gotta get out of here!" Frank's voice was shaky. Bracing himself he crawled over to Mikey, slapped him hard.

"WAKE UP!" he shouted.

Frank held himself up as the van stopped again. The door slammed shut. Frank looked at Ray. His eyes finally shut. Sleeping soundly.

"FUCK!" Frank shouted.

The back doors opened and shoved Gerard in. Gerard kicked hard at the smaller figure.

"Watch it! Get in there!" the voice shouted. It was feminine.

"Fuck you!" Gerard spit as the doors shut.

"Gerard?" Frank was nervous.

"What? Frank! What's going on?" Gerard questioned Frank.

"I don't know. Mikey and Ray are here." Frank was shaking. He was terrified.

Quietly, the four men rode down the road in darkness. Silence almost blanketed them making the tension thick.

"I really don't want to die this way." Gerard quietly spoke. "I wanted to go in my sleep. At a very old age."

"I guess we'll leave pretty corpses. But I still don't want to die." Frank tried to be positive.

Mikey began mumbling and sat up. His eyes adjusted to the room, darkness.

"Hello?" he shouted in fear.

"Mike?" Gerard scooted close to his baby brother. He gently touched his back.

"Gee. Where are we? My face hurts." Mikey felt the air until he touched Gerard's face.

"What do you remember?" Frank asked in a rude tone.

"I was getting out of the car. I went to my trunk to pull something from it. Someone said my name. When I turned around I saw a dark figure. The person hit me and I am here now." Mikey hurried to the end.

"Hmmm... there has to be a way out of this van." Gerard tired to be clever.

"Nope. No handles. I don't think it has windows." Frank sat quietly giving in to his fate.

"We can't just take this, we have to escape. I mean, they can't stop all of us right?" Mikey panicked.

"What about a gun? They could shoot us." Frank was glum.

The van halted and sent Gerard and Mikey to the floor. The front doors shut, and it was silent.

"I was going to ask Kady to marry me this Friday. I guess she'll never know that I really do love her." Mikey sighed and leaned against the wall.

Heavy footsteps approached at a rapid pace, the doors flung open, Bob's body flopped against the floor of the van. Gerard crawled towards the doors.

"Where are you taking us?" Mikey pleaded like a child.

"Somewhere you won't for get." the tall figure spoke in monotone with a thick accent.

"Where are you going handsome." the smaller figure pushed Gerard into the van further.

"Home with you maybe?" Gerard sweet talked.

"Aww! Can I keep em?" the female spoke as the back doors closed.

Ray awoke at the sound of slamming.

"Wha? Where? Fucking. Where am I?" he leaned against the back doors.

"In a van, kidnapped." Gerard spoke softly.

"By who?" Ray was still confused.

"Fuck if we know. We don't know what they want or if we are gonna die." Mikey's voices trembled as he fought back the tears. He held his breath.

"Kady is pregnant." Mikey confessed.

"Really?" Frank was genuinely surprised.

"Cool. I get to be an uncle. You sure it's yours?" Gerard was cynical in relationship.

"Quit being a fag. Just because your ex was a slut, doesn't mean all women are." Ray snapped, "Besides you cheated too. With that pretty merch kid."

"Yeah, but because I am so perfect, the rules are bent for me." Gerard was talking out of his ass.

Frank was soon able to see figures and make out faces. He watched Gerard talk as a small speck of light danced on his cheek then disappeared.

"Dude! I met a girl who would be perfect for you Gee." Mikey spoke calmly.

"Really? Why is she perfect for me?" Gerard eased his mind as he leaned his head on Mikey's shoulder.

"She was really creative. Artsy kind of girl. Played bass and guitar. She had the ugliest hair. It was black and blonde and red. She was beautiful. Bright ocean blue eyes. Writer. Sweet girl. We talked for an hour about basses." Mikey smiled.

"Hmm..."

The men grew silent as the trip grew longer. Frank watched as the light from the unseen window or crack danced along Gerard's face again and again. He turned to face the wall, locating the seep of light, he poked the hole. He felt the cold hard feeling of glass against his finger.

He lay back in Mikey's dried blood and kicked at the window. It cracked and splintered. The hard encasement fell to the ground.

"What the fuck dude!" Gerard snapped then realized they could see where they were going.

The van stopped, front passenger side opened and shut. The back opened and inside hopped the small figure. Pulling out a case, the person pulled out a small syringe. Placing the carpule inside and popping the needle on.

"We can do this two ways. Easy, where you don't fight me, and take what is yours. Or hard where you fight me and my partner does this. He doesn't know what he is doing either." Her voice was stern but very fake.

'I am not going down without a fight.' Gerard thought as well as the others.

Frank pushed her down to the floor and pinned her; the needle flew from her hand, landing into Mikey's foot. He cried out in pain. Gerard pulled it out.

"Let's see. Now the tables have turned...First, I want to see what a pretty face is under here." Gerard reached for the mask as she kicked Frank square in the balls.

Rolling to her knees, she faced Gerard.

"Gimme that." she spoke firmly.

"No. Let us go." Gerard pulled it back. He pricked himself in the arm. He pulled out squirting a little inside the wound.

"I can't. I didn't want to do this. But he would literally kill me. You don't know who you are messing with. He is crazy." the soft voice reasoned with Gerard.

"Can we work out a deal?" Frank spoke with tenderness gone from his voice.

"I won't give you hardly any of this. It is just like getting nitrous at the dentist. But without the gas part." she spoke softly. "We have thirty miles to go. A little won't do anything but give you a slight headache."

"Fine with me." Gerard said. "But you have to go willingly when I come get you. No funny business. He will shoot you and me." she softly told them.

"Fine." they all agreed.

She lightly tapped into Gerard's vein. She squirted a small amount inside. She changed the needle. And repeated four more times.

"Now. Remember, work with me and I will work with you. I am going to pull you out one at a time. I will let you all go. But you have to take me with you." she subtly pleaded with them.

"Fine. Get up front before it seems suspicious." Ray pushed her out.

"I can't believe I am doing this!" she shouted in her head.

She tapped three time on the driver side. The back opened, her partner peered in.

"Good job... sedations are in effect. We will be there in no time."

She silently got inside and waited for the drop point.

"I can handle them when they are sedated." she spoke softly to her male counter part.

"I will take the fat cunt and the tall one. You can take the rest." he spoke solemnly.

"But." she tried to get a word in.

He slapped her across the face. "Shut up, you fucking bitch. Do what I say, or I'll cut your bloody head off." he screamed his English accent thickened.

"Sorry."

Frank listened from the back.

"He's English. He doesn't like her very much. He just threatened to kill her. Poor thing. She's crying." Frank reported like a journalist.

"Frank stop. We got to be silent." Gerard whispered.

Frank laid down next to Mikey. And quietly listened to the rain dropping on the roof.

The van stopped in a wooded area, the rain fell heavily. The driver door opened and slammed the passenger side followed.

The Englishman opened the back. He pulled out the unconscious Bob and drug him away. He soon returned and pulled out Ray who was pretending to be limp.

"Fucking fat cunt weighed a lot! Alright you crying whore, do some fucking work." He shoved her into the van . She fell on top of Gerard. He could hear her sobs underneath the mask. In fear, he pulled the mask off her face. Her long blonde hair, fell over she shoulders. Her small face as illumined by the moonlight.

"Fucking go. Run. I don't care. I need to get away from him." she moved her hand away from her face. Gerard saw the bruises on her porcelain skin. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the van. Frank, Mikey, Gerard and her ran down the muddy embankment. Ray was waiting there. Bob leaned against the tree groggily looked up.

"We gotta keep moving. They will find us." She spoke winded.

Their bodies brushed past the trees and scaled a tall chain link fence. All falling hard on to the wet ground. Frank ran ahead of everyone, as he pushed himself harder, he collided with a cross shaped head stone. He flew head over feet and landed on his back, looking up at the black-grey sky.

"Shit! You okay dude?" Mikey laughed as he wheezed. He puffed on his inhaler and stuffed in his pocket.

Gerard and the girl pulled up the rear. Huffing and puffing everyone leaned over to rest for a moment.

"We shouldn't stay in the rain. We need to get shelter." she spoke softly.

"Where in a mausoleum?" Gerard asked trying to be a smart ass but coming up with a good idea. "Yeah! With a dead person." Frank spoke sarcastically.

"It is shelter." Ray pointed out the obvious.

"Come on, quit being chickens." Mikey walked forward into the dark cemetery.

Coming upon a large mausoleum, Mikey tried the door. It was locked.

"What now?" he asked her.

She picked up a vase from a headstone and chucked it through the stained glass door.

"Or we could do that too." Gerard laughed.

She broke away more glass with her hand, lightly cutting it. She opened it from the inside.

"Welcome home for tonight boys." she stepped in, she clutched her mask to stop the bleeding.

Hours flew by, as they sat on the floor.. Talking quietly amongst themselves.

"Man, I just left you guys, and now I am back with you guys." Bob chuckled.

"You love us. You know it!" Gerard laughed at him.

"What is your name?" Frank asked her. The room went silent, ignoring his friends.

"Angela." she leaned her head on Gerard's shoulder.

"Why did you do it?" Frank began questioning her.

"Quincey, hates Gerard. You must have slept with his sister or owed him money. Which one of you is Gerard?" She lied to them.

He smiled at her and raised his hand. "Hi. So he told me his plan. To kidnap you all and kill each one of you, by having you kill each other. I told him to let it go. He went crazy. I have never seen him like that. I ended up in the hospital. But I have no one here in Jersey to go to. So, I had no choice but go back. He was fine. But started picking up magazines with you on the cover. Then this morning, he told me to be ready. He dressed me and showed me the gun, he'd kill me with if I told anyone about his plan. He must have followed you guys in the last few days. He knew where to go and your schedules. I wanted to help you, but I didn't know how to. When someone broke the board in the back, it was perfect too. And here we are now."

"Were you dating him?" Mikey asked tiredly.

"I used to. I only stayed with him from fear he'd find me and kill me." She spoke with full honesty but was still shaky.

The room fell silent as sleep washed over each of them, Angela was awoken by Gerard getting up and sitting on the makeshift porch, he lit up a cigarette and quietly smoked it outside.

She sat next to him and took the cigarette and inhaled slowly.

"It is pretty right now... When daylight hits we should head to the city again." Gerard quietly said as he inhaled another drag.

Angela leaned over and kissed him on his cheek. His face lit up with confusion and amusement. "What was that for?" he scratched his head,

"Saving me." She lifted his arm and put it around her body keeping her warm.

He looked at her. Face the was full of innocence, soft full cheeks, pout lips, round big eyes of blue oceans.

"How old are you?" Gerard asked her as he expelled smoke from his lungs.

"19, why? How old are you?" she looked at him, he wanted to see a smile on her face.

"28. I'm an old man." Gerard smiled at her, her eyes filled with tears.

"I lied to you guys, Quince wasn't upset for the reasons I said." Angela looked at Gerard holding back her tears.

"What did we do to him?" Gerard's curiosity was killing him, he wanted to know what it felt like to have her lips pressed against his.

"He was in the metal band, Starland Deathbed. Your band and his were up for contracts with Eyeball and then later for Reprise/ Warner Brothers . Well, you guys won out on both of those things. And the lead singer from his band, Jared Garland ended up getting really fucked up a couple night later after getting turned down, and wrapped his car around a tree a couple blocks away from Quince's house. He had written you a letter. He wished you guys luck and the best. And saying farewell, I think from music but Quince swears it from life." the tears streamed down her face as she fiddled with the ring on her finger.

"Wow. I am really sorry. But we couldn't..." he trailed off.

"I was sleeping with Jared. He wanted to marry me. I was only like 16 at the time. He was 23. He wanted you to have this." she pulled off the ring from her thumb, and placed it in Gerard's palm.

"He wanted me to have a ring. Why?" He looked at her face puzzled.

"It was his good luck charm. He said it helped him meet me. He wanted you to have it and make it good luck again." Angela smiled at Gerard.

He pulled her close into a hug. He couldn't form the words to tell her how he was feeling, leaving them on his tongue and letting the silence to spoil the moment.

She took his half smoked cigarette, stubbing it out as she stood up pulling him up too. Gerard walked into the mausoleum, sitting down, Angela sat next to him. He leaned his head against the wall, she placed hers in his lap. Within minutes, she was asleep. Gerard stared at the stained glass ceiling until his eyes burned with sleep. Finally succumbing to sleep, he pulled her in close and stole her warmth.

"Gerard! Wake up man! We gotta go." Ray violently shook Gerard. Gerard sensed the anger in the shaking.

"I'm up. Where are we going? Did you plan that one?" He grumbled.

"We are going to our homes. That is the only place I want to be. I can't stand to be around you!" Frank snapped. Gerard felt the heat rising from no where.

"Fuck you, you fucking faggot! I can't stand you either." Gerard shot back

. "What are you going to do? You fucking faux queer. You only want to be with me, to piss off Bert." Frank's voice raised echoing in the mausoleum.

"I am not gay! I don't know how else to tell you. We only fooled around. That is it. Bert has nothing to do with it!" Gerard yelled to his defense.

Frank shoved past him and out the doors. The morning lights seeped inside giving light to the tired faces. Gerard looked at Angela, her eyes were blackened out and swollen. Her lips was torn and bruised. She looked down at the ground and kicked some rocks out in front of her. His eyes reached Mikey, who was fixated on Angela. He smiled as she yawned and stretched.

Mikey smiled at her, "You are 19, right? Man! You are fucking young-in. Did you run away from home and get lost?" he joked with her to make her feel comfortable.

"I didn't get lost. But I did run away." she smirked at him. Mikey pulled her close, "you need a place to stay. You are more than welcome in my bed, I mean house." She laughed and shook her head.

"If I were to sleep with you, I would give you the best night of your life, and you'd have to marry me. And I can't do that to you, young Skywalker." She skipped ahead to reach Gerard, she scooped his hand into hers.

Gerard and Angela smiled widely as they began their long trek back to the city. They walked for miles as the sun rose. Reaching a gas station, what felt like a hundred miles down the road, Bob made a few calls.

Frank sat alone on the curb next to a pump. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. He cursed quietly to himself as Angela sat next to him.

"Hi." she said leaning into him. He looked at the ground and smiled. She lifted his face to meet hers.

"What happened between you and Gerard?" she scooted closer to him and stole his cigarette, taking a long inhale.

"He and I became really... close over the last tour. I started to like him. But I am not gay. I have a fiance. I just seriously love Gerard. He is an amazing person, who ever gets to be his girlfriend and wife, god her life will be fucking beautiful. " Frank spoke with ease, like he had said it a million times.

"So, it is all about the fact you love him and he loves everything. But you don't want anything from it? But you want him to love you in return, like that?" Angela was confused as she leaned against her legs. She handed the cigarette to him.

"Yeah. That is it. Actually." Frank was speechless. Heavy footsteps approached them, Angela quickly turned around in a jumpy manner. Gerard stood there, a smile across his face. He handed Frank a Coke and her water. He sat next to her, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He offered her one and pulled one for himself as she declined.

"What's going on?" He asked as he put his arm around her shoulders.

"Frank did you ever tell him what you told me?" She smiled at him trying to bring resolution to the conflict.

"No, he doesn't fucking care about anything I say." Frank became defensive and stood up. Angela grabbed his pant legs. He looked at Gerard, his face filled with frustration. He slammed himself down on the curb, sending a shooting pain up his spine.

"What did you say to her?" Gerard looked at Frank, his heart hurt because his friend was hurting. "I love you. I want you to love me, but like that. But I don't want anything in return, just to know that you really care about me. That is it." Franks eyes burned from the overcast heat.

"Fuck Frank! I love you so much! I would kill for you. I guess that you are my soul mate of sorts." he was blown away. He inhaled and looked at Frank's face. His eyes were welling up with tears.

"Really." Frank stood up as Gerard did. The two men embraced in a hug. It lasted for a long time. Frank kissed Gerard's cheek.

Gerard laughed and grabbed Angela and pulled her into the hug with Frank.

"Wow. Beautiful and a problem solver. Next she needs to cook and you could marry her Gee." Frank laughed into her hair. . "I can cook." she smiled as Gerard had her tightly to his body taking in the smell of her. It smelled of cigarettes and leaves.

The trees began to quivers as the wind picked up. All three of them moved to the doors of the gas station. Bob and Ray stood in the covered area, Mikey walked out to meet them.

"We have a problem. We tried to call Lorena, she isn't answering. Kady isn't home. And Jesse's in Canada. We are severely fucked! We have no way home." Mikey stuffed his hands in his pocket. He stood there pigeon toed.

"I might be able to help. But you have to be cool. Okay, this kid is a tweaker. He is fucking, yeah. Be cool." Angela walked to the pay phone. She dialed the number.

"Devon Harper. Dev. It's me. I need a favor." she smiled at the booth seeing Gerard's reflection as he took down Mikey behind her.

"Hey. Will you do me a huge fucking favor. I am stranded out in the middle of no where with some friends. Could you give us a ride to my apartment?.. No I Haven't seen Quince. I am not with him anymore... really. The cops came by... shit! I am fucked then. Interesting. So I am okay right?" she laughed and turned to see Gerard right behind her. He mouthed 'Hi' to her. She smiled at him and pulled him into the booth.

"No. they are cool kids. I am sure they aren't working for the cops. Bud, you want to talk to one right now? He is a nice guy. His name is... Gee." she repeated after him.

"Please just come get me. I am cold and it's fucking going to rain again.... Thank you. I love you!" she hung up the phone.

"Hmmm..." he turned and walked away from her.

"What?" she shouted as she followed him. He walked into the store and to the magazine rack.

"Hey. I was talking to you. What was that for?" she shoved him lightly.

"If I kissed you, would you accept it?" He turned to her and asked bluntly.

"Yes." Gerard wrapped himself around her and kissed her lips hard. His eyes remained open and watched her as she relaxed in his embrace.

She smiled as the pulled away, her blue eyes were intensified by the black rings around them.

"Why did he hit you?" Gerard asked her as he flipped through Revolver.

"He wanted to control me. But I am to headstrong for that." she spoke softly as she flipped through Star magazine.

"You should read that trash. It'll rot your brain." He smiled and handed her a anime magazine with a beautifully drawn girl in a dominatrix suit.

"Yeah, she is fucking sexy." she smiled as she sat on the floor. Gerard looked at her a smiled, then joined her.

"You are kind of weird. But I like it!" He leaned in a whispered in her ear.

"You aren't normal either." Angela kissed his cheek. She continued to read into the magazine.

"How am I not normal? I mean I am pretty average..." he chuckled at her. He flipped the page and pulled himself closer to her. She leaned herself against him.

"You kissed a girl who kidnapped you. And was in a plot to kill you. Granted I wasn't going to. But still." she looked into his intense hazel eyes.

"Yeah, but you have a beautiful soul. I can tell by the way you look at me." He paused as he flipped through the magazine. "Why are you fucked if the cops came by your friends place?"

"Quince, isn't the most truthful person. He probably blamed me for whatever Ray did to get away from him. That or else they want me to testify against him for something he did." she shrugged it off.

"He went down hill from his friends death, huh?" Gerard stood up and put the magazine on the rack. He helped her up and pulled her outside.

Mikey grabbed Gerard's hand and pulled him into the men's bathroom. She stood out there next to Ray and Frank. Bob was behind her.

"We were thinking that maybe you would want to stay at my house or one of their places until you can get your own house." Ray smiled at her.

"Oh, you guys don't have to. I would feel bad. I mean I almost got you killed. Don't worry I can work it out." she smiled and looked at the ground.

"No. Gerard likes you and wants you safe." Frank smiled at her and handed her a cigarette. She lit it up and stood away from the others.

"Why does he like me? I mean I would think he's the type to like tall thin and dark. Not average, chubby and pale." She was shocked and flattered at the same time. Frank laughed and shook his head. "You aren't average you are pretty tall. Chubby, no not by a long shot. Pale is pretty." he nodded as he looked at Ray who agreed.

Mikey and Gerard reappeared and a smile crept across her face. He walked up and pulled her into his arms. He took the cigarette from her and finished it. As he walked with her to the over hang of the gas station, the rain began to fall. Frank walked into the station along with Mikey. Ray walked out into the rain and to the phone booth. He closed the door. Bob walked to the bathroom. Gerard and Angela stood outside, he smiled at her.

"I think I am going to stay with one of your friends until I can get out of here or my own place." Angela walked close to him and looked up.

"You should just stay with me. Mikey says you have a thing for me. So maybe we could, spend time together." Gerard smiled at her.

She smiled back, his eyes shined with excitement. He leaned into kiss her lips. His lips pressed against her bruised lips, he ran his finger through her hair. She broke the kiss and walked out into the rain, he followed her into the rain. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her inside.

An hour had passed, they all had made friends with the attendants. Soon headlights arrived and the van's horn honked. Angela ran outside and hugged the driver. Gerard follow with Mikey in tow. Frank then Ray and Bob. They opened the door, a mattress rested on the floor, two lawn chairs and a boom box rested behind the driver's seat.

"This is Frank, Ray, Bob and Mikey and Gerard. They are my friends." Angela smiled as Gerard kissed the air at her.

"Hey. Hey. I am Devon. Where are we headed? Huh?" he lightly twitched.

"Umm... my apartment. Then?" she looked at the guys.

"Well, go to Frank's place." Mikey piped up.

"Kay give me the directions. Please. Please." he pulled out.

Gerard kissed her neck and whispered " Does he OCD? Or just on drugs?"

"Both, but be nice." she whispered and gently nipped at his ear.

The group sat quietly as they journeyed down the road they had been once before. They passed though many small towns and finally made it back to Newark.

With specific instructions from Frankie, they got out in single file and walked to the house. Gerard grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. He turned his head and smiled at her. They reached the his couch, calmly waiting for Frank to enter the room.

"So, tell me this. Your ex, if he were to see you and Gerard holding hand and kissing. Would he lose it?" Ray asked inquisitively.

"I am not sure. He would be angry with me and if he got the chance would kill me." she shrugged and placed her head in the crook of Gerard's neck.

She closed her eyes and listened to the men talking. Gerard's voice was melodic and calming to her. She listened intently to his breathing. She wanted to remember everything about him. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head.

The men talked about a game plan. They would leave and get some things together and regroup back a Frank's place in one hour. Angela went with Gerard back to his apartment he shared with Ray.

Ray took Frank's black 1967 Chevelle , to the apartment. Blaring the Bouncing Souls, Ray and Gerard sang along loudly without a care. Angela sat in between them and watched out the windows. She leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled at them.

"They are totally unafraid to dork it up in front of me. I love it!" she thought to herself making a smile creep across her face.

They pulled up to a brick building and parked in a spot with Ray's name on it. Entering into the apartment, the living room was immaculate. Nothing was out of order and it was clean. She followed Gerard into his room and it was the opposite of the living room. Clothing was strung across the floor, painting supplies in random places. Canvas' hung on the walls and in the windows ledge. She stood at the foot of his bed as he gathered up clothing and personal supplies.

He stood in front of her and grasped onto her arms. He leaned down and kissed her lips. He slipped his hand upon her hips and then to her back. Their kiss grew passionate and was soon hungry for one another. He pushed her down to the bed and kissed her deeply. Her hands traveled his back and butt. Placing a knee in between her legs and grinding it into her causing her to moan lightly as his kisses traveled down her cheek and to her neck. Gerard pushed his hand up to her breast and kneaded them. She unfastened his belt buckle and worked on his zipper. He lifted her top off of her and kissed the swell of her breast.

"You sure you want to do this?" he whispered into her ear.

"Yeah, I am. Don't stop please." She hissed back as he slid his hands in her jeans. He slipped past her panties and inside of her body. She placed her mouth over his shoulder and cried into him. He worked his fingers inside of the tight place between her thighs. He worked slow at first and rapidly his pace picked up. She clawed at the mattress and gently bit him shoulder. Gerard pulled his fingers out making her gasp for air. He pulled his jeans down along with his boxers, tossing them aside. He pushed her out of her jeans and slowly kissed down her stomach gently biting her bellybutton. She giggled and pulled his head up. Kissing her, he steadied himself over her and whispered once more. "You really want to do this?"

She pulled him down and kissed his lips hard, biting the bottom lip.

"Fuck me." She purred in his ear.

Wasting no time, he plunged inside of her. She was tight at first, soon she felt good and relaxed. The made a rhythm together, his hips colliding with hers. He leaned in and kissed her. She griped onto his back, like it was natural their bodies mesh with one another. His eyes stared into hers without moving them away from each other. Her cries for him were smashed as loud thuds on the door brought them back to reality.

"Gee. We need to get going. We have to be back in an hour and it has been forty-five minutes. I don't want them to worry!" he shouted into the door.

Gerard cursed as he pulled his jeans up and buckled the belt. He helped Angela up and pushed her shirt back on. He kissed her and stalked out the door clutching on to her hand; giving a glare to Ray.

Reaching Frank's house, they noticed the lights were off and it was dead silent. Assuming they had fallen asleep and Jamia turned off the lights and system, the three of them barged inside. Angela's eyes darted across the room to see Frankie bound and gagged in the corner. A dark figure pushed Ray against the wall and pushed him down the stairs.

Gerard grabbed Angela by the waist and pulled her into a bedroom. They sat quietly on the bed but jumped when Mikey's hand grasped her thigh. She turned to face him, his face was duct taped, she pulled it off and pulled him close, his stomach was bleeding profusely. He sobbed into her chest as Gerard wrapped an ace bandage around him to control his bleeding.

"Where are the others?" she quietly asked him but Mikey was to shaken to answer. His chest heaved and heaved as he sent himself into an asthma attack. Gerard handed him his inhaler and stepped outside of the bedroom. Angela followed and grabbed him hand.

"You get Frankie and Mikey, take them to the car. I will meet you outside okay?" Gerard whispered but spoke

"But, I don't want to leave you!" she whispered in his ear.

"I will be fine, just go. Frank is probably hurt." he kissed her gently then shoved her back into the bedroom with Mikey. She grabbed Mikey's hand and ran down the stairs with a bad feeling inside of her.

Frank laid on the ground with tears streaming down his cheeks. He clenched his eyes shut hoping the attackers would think he's dead. With footsteps approaching, he held his breath and laid still as possible the small cuts on his legs and arms oozed as did the one above his eye giving him away.

Soft hands brushed the hair from his eyes, and ripped the tape from his lips, his lip ring tugged along with it causing pain to shoot down to his toes.

"Frankie? Are you able to walk?" Angela whispered into his ear. His eyes popped open to see the oceanic blue ones staring down at him, he nodded and smiled in relief.

She pulled the tape from his arms and legs. He rose and grabbed Mikey's hand. Taking the keys from her, he headed out the door. She followed in confusion.

"Go get Gerard and Ray! Hurry Up!" he shouted at her. She turned around and ran inside. She climbed the stair and down the hallway.

Hearing Gerard's voice yelling but unable to make out the words, she ran faster to the sound of his voice. She reached the master bedroom, Frankie's room.

Gerard was laying helplessly on the bed straddled by a large man, his thick worn hand around his throat. Angela didn't think but just jumping on top of the man. Punching him around the crown of his head and scratching his eyes. The man grabbed her hair and threw her off of him. Giving release to Gerard's throat, he sat up and watched the man begin pummeling Angela. All of her efforts were useless as she kicked and punched in defense. Latching on to his mask she ripped it off to reveal a familiar face.

"Quince!" she scream as she kicked him square in the balls. He was knocked off guard for a moment. He leaned down and whispered in her ear for only her to hear. He pinned down her legs and arms leaving her helpless.

"I am going to kill you and make your little boyfriend watch me disassemble your body, then I will do the same to him." he hissed and spit in her ear. He wrapped on hand around her throat. She laid there still and calm. Hold her breath as longs as possible, soon her mind began to rushed and adrenaline kicked in. She began to struggle as the oxygen cut from her brain began to make her delusional.

Gerard stood behind him and held the shotgun to Quincey's head.

"Let her go." he spoke gravely.

"Fuck off." Quincey removed his grip from Angela's throat and turned to face Gerard. He stood and stared down the barrel of the gun.

Angela laid there on the floor and listened, her body weakened from the struggle.

"She isn't worth dieing over. Give it up, you bloody fool." Quincey pushed Gerard.

Angela stood up hazy but able to function. She focused on Gerard, his eyes changed as he watched her behind Quincey.

"Behind you Gee.!" Angela shouted as a man stabbed Gerard in the lower back The shotgun dropped to the floor.

She watched Gerard crumble to the ground and Quincey turned to face her again. She sobbed as the tall thin man stepped over Gerard .

"Everyone you fuck dies, it's quite funny how that works out. So now, let's see you, didn't think I knew about you and him did you. Guess what! I know everything." he slapped her down to the ground.

Her cries increased as he grabbed her by her hair. He threw her on the bed , he hovered over the top of her, with all his weight he began to pull of her jean but also disarming her.

"Lift him up. I know he is alive, he just is to scared to move. I want him to watch this." The thin man lifted Gerard who struggled with him but only to receive a hard blow to the head.

"Please Quince, don't do this." she pleaded with him and he lowered his trousers. He put his hand over her mouth and slammed himself inside of her over and over again. Gerard fought to break free but was weakened by fingers in the stab wound in his back. Her eyes met his and began to stream tears, she pleaded him for help as Quincey placed kisses on her neck and chest area.

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Meanwhile, Ray journeyed up from the basement, his head was bleeding but her knew he had to help Gerard out.

"Did I just kill that person?" he asked himself as he reached the main floor. Hearing Gerard yelling and pleading for someone to stop he hurried up to Frankie's room. He peered in from the hall to see Gerard restrained by a tall thin man.

Confused he glanced at the bed to see a large man fornicating with someone. He watched for a moment but recognized the tattoo on her ankle.

"Angela..." he mumbled as he turned to head toward the closet at the end of the hall. Opening it to reveal Frank's obsession with firearms.

Pulling out a 9mm, he grabbed a round and cocked it back, checking the chamber he barged into the room.

The tall thin man pull Gerard in front of him and held a knife to his throat. Ray steadied himself.

"Don't do anything stupid. I will kill this piece of shit." he spoke of Gerard and pressed it harder into his neck. With one shot the thin man dropped the knife and fell like dust to the ground

. Quincey turned and got one in the shoulder, knocking in to the side of Angela. Ray grabbed her hand and pushed her toward Gerard.

"Give it up man. You have nothing to gain now." Ray stood in front of him as he dialed 911. "Gee take you and her down to the car and wait outside with Frankie and Mikey." Ray commanded.

As the cold night air whisked around them the red and blue lights swirled around the neighborhood causing a commotion, they all made their rounds through the ambulance, Mikey was whisked away.

Angela began to sob and apologize profusely to him about putting him into this mess to Gerard. He kissed the top of her head and held her close lightly whispering to her.

"It is finally over baby."

Sitting quietly in the Mikey's room, Bob rushed into the room. Seeing the condition of his friend he stood there quietly. Gerard's face black and blue, cut up and saddened. Frankie with lacerations about his forehead and the black eyes. Ray stitched and black-eyed. Angela the same, bruised and beaten. Mikey laying quietly hooked to machines. His face bruised and swollen.

"I am sorry, I should have treated you better when we were on the road. I am an ass." Gerard whispered loud enough for them to hear.

"I am sorry too." Ray said without opening his eyes.

"This will make a great song." Frankie chuckled as he leaned on Gerards free shoulder. "Guys, my stomach hurts." Mikey spoke incoherently.

"Gerard, I love you." Angela whispered to him.

"I know everyone does."

The End!