Jersey Comics

Nov 15, 2006 17:47


Title: Jersey Comics
Author: bass_moron
Pairing: Gerard/Frank, Quinn/Mikey/Bert
Rating: R
POV: It switches.
Summary: Their reality is much like a comic book, Gerard and Mikey are two half demons with the ability to control fire and heat, Frank is the only known male siren, with a big beautiful, yet very dangerous secret about his past. But things take a turn for the worse and find themselves against an evil super villain.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a car, I can’t own people.
Author Notes: If you’ve been waiting for this to come back and then forgot all about it, well here it is. Dedicated solely to lesinnocents she’s awesome.
Warnings: If you get hooked and then it just drops off the earth, sorry, all I can say dears. And if you didn’t read number 16, it’s in my journal.



Frank

I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, looking at the reflection of my wings. Wings, I said to myself again as if I couldn’t believe it. I sighed deeply as if my heart were going to give out at any minute. Just saying the word made me shiver and sink down into an enormous pool of black emptiness. And how lovely, my own thoughts are starting to become that of some starved and dark poetic. I’m so fucking pathetic sometimes. How could this happen to me? Why would this happen to me? Bob never mentioned anything about sprouting wings! And that it’d be more painful than breaking my limbs or even giving birth. Well, I would imagine anyway. It may be a bit of a stretch but I don’t care right now.

I turned around to see the stitches in my back. The wounds were healing so quickly. I guess in a way since I’ve been trying to be normal and sane I had forgotten what I am. A siren from Transylvania, with an incredible ability so powerful no one can resist my sweet song. Though there is Gerard, I’ve sung in his presence before without even
realizing it and he was still himself. Not left in some sort of trance and at his knees pleading his undying love for me. That makes me so happy that what I am doesn’t affect him. He wants me for just me. But I’m still scared of him. What will he possibly think of the truth? I’m a fucking siren, my kind are ruthless beings who well let’s face it hate men! And that I’m royalty just like my mother.

I started into the mirror looking at myself, deep into my eyes. As I looked, I found that they weren’t my eyes at all, but my mother’s beautiful brown eyes that always comforted me in my darkest hours. My eyes welled up with water and tears fell down my cheek when I tried to blink them away.

“Mother why couldn’t you tell me the truth?” I spoke in my native language. I haven’t in so long it’s like I forgot. “I would’ve been more careful as a child, learned to stay hidden and protected. Who needed friends anyway? Why did you send me away? Why did you die, mother? Why did you die?” By this point I was sobbing on the bathroom floor, face in my hands crying like a baby.

After a few minutes I got a grip and wiped my tears away and got up, leaving the bathroom and went back into my bedroom. I lied down in bed on my stomach, still wasn’t sure how I’d ever be able to sleep on my back without it not being comfortable. Now that the pain has for the most part subsided, my mind has lead to other conclusions about my wing ordeal. Such as, how am I supposed to put on a shirt? I’ve been lying around my apartment shirtless for almost a week straight. It’s cold and my nipples could put out an eye. I do learn a few things about my new attachments. They seem to be control by my emotional state. The other day I was becoming so frustrated with staying cooped up inside (Gerard’s orders). My wings began to flap slightly. It hurt like hell since the stitches had yet to heal. But the pain only angered me more and my wings flapped more, I actually lifted off the ground a little. It took me a while to figure out I had to calm myself down to stop the flapping. They also seem to move up and down with my breathing. So I try not to breathe too heavily, they stay a bit more still.

Knock. Knock.

I gasped and shot out of bed. It’s Gerard with the food I asked for. I’m starving and I haven’t been grocery shopping well, since this happened. I skidded across the wood floor to the front door in my socks. But I held back from opening it right away. If it’s not Gerard, these wings are gonna be tough to explain.

“Who is it?” I asked in my native language without realizing.

“It’s me, Frankie. Open up the door.” A familiar voice responded in the same language. My eyes went wide and I opened the door. Bob! I pulled him inside quickly and wrapped my arms around him tightly so happy to see him after so long.

“Bob you came back! I always think you’ve forgotten about me every time you leave. I’ve missed you so much.” I hugged him again.

“I missed you too Frank.” He was about to speak more but he was cut off when he saw my ruffled wings, moving up and down as I breathed in and out. “Oh my god,” he said. Bob brushed a hand through the feathers. “So you grew them.”

“Wait? What?! You knew I would grow wings?!” I shouted at him, so angry they began to flap a little. “How could you not tell me? Do you have any idea how much this hurt?!”

“Well I thought it was just a rumor, I’m sorry…I wasn’t sure if you’d actually grow them. You’ve got to give me a break, Frank. There hasn’t been a siren male in centuries.

I sighed and closed the front door, still a bit pissed with him. I walked through the living room over to the window and sat down on the sill, staring out at the sky.

“I hate this that you have to leave all the time and I have no idea where you are or how to even contact you when something goes wrong.”

“Has anything gone wrong?” He had the nerve to ask me.

“What the hell do you call this?” I darted a glare at him and pointed a thumb back at my wings. “I can’t even put on a shirt! I can’t go outside without having hundreds of people staring at me! Not only am I a freak I look like one too!”

He walked over to me setting down a suitcase that I hadn’t noticed he had before. He sat down across the sill with me and rubbed a hand over my knee. “You are not a freak, far from one in fact. You’re a great kid.”

“I want you to stop leaving me all the time.”

“I can’t do that Frankie. I leave to protect you. I’ve told you this before.”

“Protect me from what?!” I shouted at him again, wings flap slightly then settle down. “You always give me vague detail of what’s going on all the time. You leave, you come back and act like everything’s okay. It’s not okay…you always tell me there are people who want to hurt me or use me…it can’t be okay if that’s all true, Bob.”

He sighed deeply, his reactions were clear that he was agreeing with me inwardly. He looked up at me with those blue eyes of his and didn’t speak for a while. “I’m sorry this is all so complicated. I want to tell you everything, but at the moment…I can’t. The less you know the better.”

“You’re like my mother…she kept me in the dark my whole life and now you’re doing it. Are you going to send me away and die too?”

“Of all people she risked everything to keep you safe. You owe that women everything and to speak ill of her makes me think so little of you.”

I don’t know why, but his words hurt me. I got up and walked over to the couch and lied on my side staring at the floor. “I just wish everyone would just stop leaving me.”

“I’ve never left you, Frank. I’ve always been by your side no matter what.” He got up and sat at the edge of the couch near my knees. “You can always count on me even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

“I wish I could believe you.”

“If you trust me you won’t need to wish.” He stroked a finger through my hair and smiled down at me. “Now, let’s stop talking about all this, its depressing and it’s a happy time now. I haven’t seen you in a while now and I’ve brought you presents.”

A small smile crept up on my lips. “Presents?”

“Uh huh.” Bob got up again and went over to pick up the suitcase he had brought into the apartment with him. He opened it up and inside was a bunch of new clothes, an Ipod, shoes. I hugged and kissed his cheek for all the gifts and thanked him graciously. “Also…” he said and dug through to the bottom of the suitcase and pulled out a bunch of IDs. “I’m gonna need to give you new forms of IDs, Hon.…just to stay on the safe side.”

I sighed, but I didn’t really mind the identity fraud. This is how I grew up, pretending that I was someone that I’m not. I looked at a driver’s license he had given me. It looks like my new name shall be Peter Wentz.

“Who’s Peter Wentz?” I asked him.

“Oh that’s a guy I knew when I was in the military. Good guy, gunshot to the neck, bled out for hours before he died. He was a great soldier.”

Great, I’m a dead guy. I thought to myself. “Um, Bob, I sort of got a job somewhere using the other ID’s you gave me…people know me as Frank. What do I tell them?”

“You got a job? What for? You have all the money you’ll ever need.” He snapped his fingers. “Oh, that reminds me.” He dug out big bills of cash and handed it to me.

“Thanks…but um, I got the job because I was bored mostly. There’s not too much to do around here.”

“Do you want to move again? I could find you a much nicer area. A lot safer than this too.”

“No, I like it here…I like my job too, I’ve made a bunch of friends and stuff.”

“Where do you work?”

“In that comic book store, you remember it?”

“Not really sweetie. But its okay, my memory is shit sometimes.”

I knew that wasn’t ture, he may be a little ADD and crazy, but one thing he never lost was his memory. “Uh huh, okay.”

Knock. Knock. someone knocked at the door again. Oh my god, it’s Gerard. Great! He can finally meet Bob!

“Who’s that, are you expecting company?” As he asked he seemed concerned, as if something horrible were about to happen.

“Yeah actually. Chill out man.” I got up from the couch, still holding the license of Peter Wentz in my hand, then quickly tucked it in my pants pocket and opened the door to see Gerard’s sweet face. “Gee!”

“Hey Frank.” He came in and gave me a hug and kiss on the lips. I pulled him in by the arm and shut the door, turning quickly to Bob, who was now standing watching the both of us together. Gerard saw Bob staring at him, and then looked at me. “Oh, sorry I didn’t know you had company.”

“Yeah, Gerard this is Bob, the man I told you about. And Bob…” I looked over at Bob. The way he was staring could kill a thousand people all at once. It was almost as if he didn’t even see me there, just Gerard. “…and this is Gerard Way. He’s my boss, sort of.” I laughed a little at the comment, neither of them did. They stayed silent for only a moment.

Bob finally cleared his throat to speak and held out a hand. “Hello Gerard.” Gerard reached out and shook Bob’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you. You and Frank have known each other long?”

“Yes. He’s a good worker, loves comics as much as I do.” Gerard answered him.

“Now don’t you go feeling threatened or cast out, Bob. I still love you.” I told him.

Bob smiled a little and rubbed a hand over my head. “Of course I know you love me. I love you too.” His eyes darted back over to Gerard. “So Gerard Way is it?”

“Yeah.”

“That any relation to Michael Way?” He asked him, Gerard’s eyes just went wide with blank emotion. He was speechless and just stood there frozen to Bob’s words.
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