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Either It's Good Luck Or Horrifying Bad	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-untitled
- 2-ch 2
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-i lost count...
- 8-ch 8
- 9-9 (i remembered!)
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-the end
- 9
- 10
- 11
Morning was an awful time for the residents of the clubhouse. They had to get out of bed and first one up had to make coffee. A lot of coffee, without the benefit of having any caffeine inside them yet.
Frank was the unlucky one to wake up on this particular morning and had to make the coffee. He was just glad that they had all pitched in and bought a really fast and really expensive machine. The first cup poured out and Frank drank it greedily, burning the insides of his mouth.

He opened the pantry to hunt for some more frosting less pop tarts and dropped the mug, letting it shatter on the floor, “God dammnit! Who keeps doing that!” he yelled at the house, picking Frankie the Doll up and staring at him.

“What happened?” Gerard asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Who put that stupid doll in the cupboard?” he asked, tossing it on the table.

Gerard shrugged, “Who knows? I think he runs around all on his own.”

Frank shivered at the thought, “Has Autumn come back to kick you out of her room yet?”

“No.” he shook his head and looked at the clock, “It’s still early though. Maybe she just went home with Mikey.”

Frank made a disgusted face, “Those two are awful. You’d think that they had just discovered sex.” He grinned as he bent over to clean up his spilled coffee and the remains of one of his favorite mugs, “They remind me of you and your little boy toy over up there.”

Gerard scowled, “He’s not a boy toy, you fucking pervert.”

“What’s the matter Gee? Feeling a little guilty for robbing the cradle?”

Gerard’s jaw dropped, “He’s only three years younger!”

Frank shook his head, “What’s wrong with you? Can’t find someone your own age?” He tsked and got a fresh mug from the cabinet.

“Fuck off.” Gerard pushed past him and went to the living room, turning on the TV, turning it to G4.

Frank just laughed.

He was passing the front door when it opened and Mikey walked in, carrying Autumn, who appeared to be asleep.

Frank raised an eyebrow, “What’s up?”

Mikey looked up, his eyes almost black with anger behind his glasses, “In a minute.” He growled and took Autumn upstairs.

Ryan stumbled down, having been thrown out of the room by Mikey. He rubbed his eyes, “What’s up with him?”
Frank shrugged.

Gerard opened his arms and Ryan sat next to him, “Is Autumn okay?”

“I don’t know. She was all passed out.” He yawned.

Frank sat down in the computer chair watching the latest tips and tricks for video games.

The three of them jumped up when there was a pounding at the door.

“This is the police!” an authorative voice shouted through the door, “Open up!”

Frank’s eyes popped wide and he looked at Gerard and Ryan who had matching expressions of shock. He got up and opened the front door, “What’s-” he didn’t get to finish as the door was shoved open, the knob gouging a hole in the plaster.

“Where’s Michael?” the lead cop asked him.

Frank looked at the staircase where Mikey was descending.

“That’s me.” He said, confused.

“Michael James Way, you are under arrest for the murder of Jeffery Lieberman.” He placed handcuffs around
Mikey’s wrists and dragged him out the door reciting his Miranda Rights.

“Mikey!” Gerard leapt up from the couch, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” Mikey shouted over his shoulder, “Call a fucking lawyer!”

Gerard and Frank stood in the doorway, Ray and Bob coming up behind them, looking disheveled and lost as they watched four cop cars drive away with Mikey in the back of one.

“What the fuck just happened?” Ray asked.

“They just arrested Mikey for killing Autumn’s boss.” Frank said vaguely.

“What?”

“So where were you between the hours of four am and six?” Detective Pleasant was back with his partner Castillo sitting in the corner while Mikey was cuffed to the chair in the interrogation room.

“I told you! I was at the hospital with my girlfriend. That son of bitch raped her last night!” he resisted adding that if they hadn’t kept him for so long it would have never happened.

“The whole time?” Castillo tossed some lurid color photographs of a horribly mutilated and barely recognizable Jeff.

Mikey blanched. He wanted to kill Jeff, and wasn’t sorry the fucker was dead, but he could never have imagined doing THAT to anyone, “Yes the whole time. I sat in the waiting room until they let me take them home.”

“Same song different verse.” Pleasant said disgustedly, “Maybe you’ll be ready to tell the truth after a night in the holding tank.”

Mikey was led away to a cell with several scary looking people.

“Where’s Mikey?” Autumn asked. She’d woken up and limped downstairs to find a conference going on in the living room and the topic of discussion was Mikey.

Ray gasped when he saw her. Her face was bruised and swollen. She walked like she’d been riding a horse for three days and she was drowning in her oversized Julien-K shirt, “What the fuck!”

She shook her head when Ray tried to hold her, “Don’t.” she whispered and backed away a little.

“Did Mikey do that?” Bob demanded earning a swift glare from Gerard.

Autumn shook her head, “No. Where is he? Who took him?”

“The cops arrested him for killing your boss.” Ray pointed at the computer and Frank hit play on the video that showed the news story.

Autumn felt like vomiting, “Mikey didn’t kill him!” She sat abruptly on the floor, wincing in pain as she landed.

“What happened?” Gerard asked softly.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” she shook her head violently, aggravating her slight concussion.

The boys exchanged a glance. They had figured out what happened and suddenly they all felt less bad about the
recent death of Jeff Lieberman.

Bob lay on the floor of Ray’s room staring at the ceiling. They’d gone to visit Mikey in jail that morning. They didn’t really have anything to charge him with, but they were keeping him anyway. Everyone knew the charges would be dropped once some one found a security tape from the hospital that showed Mikey sitting in the hospital. The problem was that the police were taking their time about it.

But that wasn’t what Bob was contemplating. It was something Mikey had said. He said that the cops thought Lieberman was killed with some sort of spear, along with Matt and the lady from Frank’s work.

He thought about the doll that he’d brought back from the jungle. Either it was a good luck charm or some kind of vengeance demon. He had been really terrible with the language of that particular village and wasn’t sure which it was.

The computer was on, so Bob looked it up on the interwebs.

His jaw dropped when he found the doll on a site, “Oh shit.” He knocked over the chair and ran down the stairs, startling the rest of the house’s inhabitants who were watching the news in the living room, trying to find out any more information about Mikey’s case, “Where’s Frankie?” he asked frantically.

Frank raised his hand, “Umm…”

“No!” Bob shook his head, “The fucking doll! Where is it?”

They all looked around.

“I don’t know. The fucking thing never stays in the same place.” Ray said, “Why?”

“No reason.” Bob went to go check under the couch and behind the TV.

“Bullshit no reason.” Gerard said, “What the fuck is up?”

He looked up from under the loveseat, “Um, I just found out that Frankie isn’t a good luck charm after all. He’s a demon. A vengeance demon that attacks people who have wronged those who make a blood sacrifice to him.”

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dun Dun DUN!
so who remembers who's given blood to the frankie doll?
review, rate, something! anything! let me know i'm not just taking up space with this story. thanks Zacky and Smooshy for reviewing and writting brilliant stories. check out Vapor Transmission. a fic by yours truly and the wonderful VindictiveDiva.
and by the way, i also don't own castillo. names used without permission.
love you guys!
miss diaster
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