THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS : DANGEROUS DAYS.

Chapter Eighteen.

                         Chapter Eighteen - We'll just have to learn to forget about this.

Gerard sat on an abandoned chest freezer outside the back of the diner, staring into the horzion like by some fucking miricle that would bring Mikey and Ray back from the fucking dead. But who the fuck was he kidding? He knew that Bli would have them, and they'd be turning them into fucking Dracs or something, and one day one of the three would rip up a fucking mask, and it'd be one of the two. It made him sick.

"You want a cigarette Gee?" Frank asked, standing a few steps behind the red-haired male. Gerard nodded, still staring into the distance. The sun was going down, and it was getting dark. Frank sat beside him, holding out a cigarette, one already lodged between his lips. He lit it before passing the lighter to Gerard.Gerard took the cigarette, lit up, and passed the lighter back.

"I should have fucking been there Frank. I should have been there to protect him, I promised Donna, before she went-"

"Gerard. Stop. Don't blame yourself. It was my fault okay? I should have put more fuel in the Trans-Am. I'm sorry."

"Have you been stealing Holly's cigarettes again?" Gerard asked, quickly trying to change the topic of conversation.

Frank gave him a fake-smile. "Yeah."

She sat in the exactt place she did two nights ago, again, cigarette in hand. Two nights ago, he was still alive. She sat staring at the small pile of his clothes, the smoke curling around her tear-stained face. She rubbed her neck forgetting about the small raised bruises from last night, and tears sprang to her eyes again. She was trying, giving it all she had to stay strong. God fucking knows what she was going to do to Korse when she got her hands on him. She missed Ray aswell. She missed the way he could always put a smile on her face no matter what mood she was in. She ested a gentle hand on her stomach, smiling ever so slightly. She was going to be the best mom ever to this kid, even if it drove her insane.

"What's the plan then Gee?" Frank asked, flicking the burnt-down cigarette into the dirt.

"We're going to take down the motherfuckers in Zone SIx."Gerard replied airly, still focusing on the horizon, even in the dark.

"What about Holly? I don't know wether I want to risk her, you know."

"Well it's her choice. She takes the risk, and has a chance to claim revenge, or she sits tight with Dr. D. And I think she'll take the latter Frank."

"She's stubborn when she wants to be too. Even if we, I, tried to stop her, she'd find a way around it."

"You don't say." Gerard replied, with a smirk.

"You need sleep. Comon." Frank commanded, Gerard whined in response. "I mean it. Go."

"Sorry Mom." Gerard smiled walking away.

"Fuck off, or I'll kick your ass."

"What?" Gerard scoffed. "You're five foot four Frank."

Frank went in pursuit of Gerard, giving him a sly punch on the arm with a smile, before flipping him off, and disapearing.

Gerard shook his head and smiled. "Children, please behave!"