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Devil May Cry	By : TsukiNoCurse Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 889 -:- 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.

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AN: I don’t own the lyrics, MCR does :].
I don’t own Gee or Franky :D !
I think that’s it:D
Sorry if it’s a little short…

Chapter II. I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.

And if the sun comes up will it tear the skin right off our bones
And then as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks I saw you there
Someone get me to the doctor, someone get me to a church
Where they can pump this venom gaping hole
And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat
And if they come and get me
What if you put the spike in my heart

Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black feeling?

-“Vampires will never hurt you”, My Chemical Romance

There’s blood everywhere.
I can barely stand it.

If there is some sanity left in my mind, I bet that, with Gerard bleeding like this, it will sure slip away in any second.

Jared just wishes to wash his hands away from this miscalculation… but that damned old man who likes to be called boss didn’t even told us about guns! God fucking damn, months on planning, and everything goes down thanks to that fucking asshole.

That is it.

*~*~*

As we enter our safe house, I notice Jared runs smiling to a little girl. He seems happy, and he grabs her in his arms. On the other side, I’m totally about to explode.

Gerard moans in pain, and Jared and the girl turn to stare at us. I try to put him down gently on a sofa that’s nearby.

He seems to have regained his conscience, but perhaps the drugs or whatever else he may have had is still doing some effect on him. I try to make him feel comfortable, which is something a little difficult since not everyday you have a bullet across your chest.

-Hey, Gee, it’s all right…- I whisper
-Franky? Is that you? How come I can’t see you? - Should I tell him? What if he panics…?

-You where shot- said Jared, which makes Gerard panic, as I had expected- Who is that Frank?- And that’s enough to get on my nerves.

I start shouting at Jared- You listen, stay away from us, okay? That’s your side of the safe house, do whatever you want, but don’t dare to fucking speak to us-

-Franky? Are you hurt?- Gerard is trying to get up- Of course not Gee, now, I have to take that bullet away from you, so please stay calm, okay? Everything is going to be fine- I point Jared towards the exit; I keep Pansy loaded just in case, and take of my tie, and all the stuff that may be on my way while I take the bullet out.

Gerard seems to be more awake now.
-I can see you now Frank- he says smiling, touching my face gently. Perhaps he is still high…-I’m sorry I made you worry, won’t happen again-
-Shhh, it’s all right, see? No damage done-

*~*~*
When I tried to put the drug into him he refuses, he starts fighting back. Gerard has always being stronger than me and as he tries to rise, he pushes me away.

I hug him, my coat getting all covered in blood in the process, which made the little girl scream…seems like Jared and her are still staring at us.

-Fine, Gee, no more drug, but then you would like to feel the pain instead?-
-No, give me the bottle- he says pointing towards a bottle of rum on the other side. He is all covered in sweat and blood, and I can’t help but feel a shiver run across me. I had never seen him this helpless, and for a moment I wish both of us could drink away our pain with it. Fuck! Its not time to start getting all depressed…

-As you wish- I take the bottle to Gerard, and he starts to drink until the last drops of rum disappear. He is staring at me, and I can see in his eyes how helpless he feels, and how totally he is relaying on me.

I open gently his coat, and shirt.
The wound is so little, but I can’t see the bullet, which makes me worry a lot more, what If it pierced some vital organs?

I try to clean a little around it. And Gerard moans. I wish I could say he moaned in pain, but he didn’t. That little fucker is such a masochist…I smirk. He giggles, and I realize that all the alcohol is doing its effects right now.

But when I push the wire stripper of my pocket knife inside the wound the giggles die away, and he screams in pain. He tries to push me again. This time I sit over him. He tries to bite me, so I put my other hand over his mouth. He is biting my fingers so hard, that I know they’ll bleed.

-Just stay still Gee!- I cry in despair. Bingo! My pocket knife just reached the bullet!- Don’t move you asshole! If I leave a little piece of the bullet in there your going to die- Gerard is crying, he is prying to his god, something I hadn’t see him doing in a while.

I think I’m crying as well, I can’t stand seen him in this way!

The bullet is almost down, it’s almost over…

*~*~*

Done… The bullet is out!

After forty-five minutes of trying to reach and take the damned bullet out, seems I have done it. I’m all relieved, seems I could take it complete, no piece is left inside
-Hey there Gee-Gee!- I said as cheerful as I could manage, cleaning away my sweat and tears with my hand- Look what was inside you- I put the bullet near his shocked eyes, and I start to act all kido as I usually do.

Now its time to cover the wound, since I don’t really know how to close it, and when we get out of N.J, I can get a doctor for Gee…

I put a piece of my cloth and try to cover the wound with it, and I put another piece around my injured fingers.

He is sleeping.

Out of danger……

*~*~*

Jared was waiting for me in the living room.
He was sitting there, with the boss.
That fucking piece of shit! If he had informed us about those damned guns…

…Just then I realized what was this all about.
Jared was supposed to bring the money back, not us. The boss really wouldn’t take us out of New Jersey, he was expecting us to die, and take his damned money.

I run back to where Pansy was resting. And I took out the other gun, which I only used when I was going to do some mass murder.

And then I walk towards them.

-So, pray tell what the hell was that? - I tell him, pointing my gun towards him- Now you do what you promised us you fucker, out of NJ-

-Calm down Frank- said Jared, which made me even angrier.
-And who the hell you think you are to call me by my name?- I pointed Bela towards Jared.

The girl started to cry…

I could really care less, and Bela is waiting for some action here… Bela is a Beretta model 86, stolen from the Italians not so long ago, perhaps about a year…

-Calm down Bella Muerte- said the boss- as promised I’ll take you out of NJ-
-You weren’t really planning to, where you? That’s why Jared is here, you’ll just take the money and leave us to die, or the police would catch us anyway…-
-That’s not true, I was actually going to…- I loaded Bela – Fine, fine to tell you the truth I wasn’t going to, but you are alive, and so I’ll do what was promised-

-You better do it-

A piercing cry…The girl’s cry is getting on my nerves, so I turn towards her.

-Hello sweetie- I smiled- Would you mind shutting your little pretty mouth? You see I’m all pissed off, and I’m trying to not to lose it- She sobs even harder
-Bella Muerte, don’t dare to touch her!- Jared is getting all mad, let him try to do something, then perhaps he will notice the beauty of blood coloring the walls before he closes his eyes for last time…
-Then tell her to fuck off, and I mean it…- I smile as sweetly as I can. She closed her mouth-There! All done, was that so damn difficult?- I’m sure that with these both of them realized what would happen if they didn’t do what they where supposed to…

-Fine, fine, I’ll take the four of you out of New Jersey- said the boss, a little pale.
-wait four days here- He takes a cigarette out and lights it- you know the rules, these house is supposed to be abandoned, sooo, no light in the night, no coming in and out, and in little we will move on, when your passports are ready, and I have all my people contacted so they’ll now you’ll be leaving- he said walking towards the exit- Good Night Gentlemen-

What can I say?
…I'll never let them; I'll never let them hurt us…

AN1: Why a wire stripper? ^^ well, they didn’t had time, to take Gee to a hospital :] so Frank used his pocket knife, first aid kit with Franky :]
AN2: I know Beretta model 86 was made until 1986 year, but I want Franky to have it, so lets imagine it was made before :D
I don’t know lots about guns :] so any correction, please tell:D

Anyway…if there’s someone reading this XD :P, hope you enjoy ^^!
Grammar errors, please report them !! O,o anything else you may want to say is more than welcome =)
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