Vengeance is a Virtue (frerard)

Chapter 7

It was Frank.

"So how do we go about this?" Someone asked.

"I'll go out on the East entrance with Armstrong," Frank said. "Urine, you and Fuentes go on the West entrance. And let me make this clear, boys, this is a stakeout, that means only staking out. No fooling around, no killing. We don't want to risk being caught or else it'll all be ruined. We don't want anything happening like last time, Jimmy."

"Sir, yes sir," Jimmy said mockingly in a bold voice that made it sound like he was in the marines.

"I fucking hate you," Frank muttered, barely loud enough for me to hear.

"Ow! Don't hit me!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"Then fuck off," a person said, who I recognized to be Billie Joe.

"Shut up!" Frank shouted, stopping their arguing. "Fuentes, guard the second door."

I heard shuffling as this Fuentes person walked across to the opposite side of the room I was standing outside of. The door in front of me opened and before I could blink I was pushed to the ground and I could hear a gun being cocked as it was pointed to my head, a foot on my back so I couldn't stand up. My beer bottle had fallen and shattered on the ground, spilling out onto the tile.

"Why the fuck have you been standing outside the door listening?" Frank growled.

Oh shit, I didn't even know he knew I was there.

"I was just exploring and happened to walk over here," I said.

I turned my head, seeing that it was Frank who had his foot on my back and the gun pointed to my head. I cursed myself for not being more careful, Frank is like a ninja or some shit of course I would get caught. Maybe he'll completely realize my plan and execute me before I could kill him.

"This floor is restricted unless you have the right to access it," Frank said.

"I'm new," I stated, hoping that he'd let me off.

I realized something, Frank was alone. Usually he has guards with him but now it's just three other dudes. I could kill him here and now and get it all over with. I mean, I'd probably be killed afterwards by Armstrong or something but I wouldn't care as long as I killed Frank. The only weapon I have to us, however, is the broken beer bottle. Most people around here carry around pocket knives with them but I haven't gotten one yet. I really wish I had gotten one now.

"You're a Ten?" Frank asked.

I nodded but he didn't look any happy.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Gerard Way," I answered.

"Well, Gerard, next time you stay the fuck where you're supposed to or else I will blow your fucking brains out," he said.

Frank took his foot off, picking me up by my collar. For such a small man, he was surprisingly strong.

"You tell anyone about what we said and I will make sure you regret it," Frank threatened, the barrel of his pistol pressing against my jaw. "Understand?"

I decided that killing him now wasn't safe. The others could stop me before I can do it and it would be pointless. Plus, Frank is so on edge and aware at the moment he'd probably shoot me if I even flinched.

"I said do you fucking understand me?" Frank repeated, sounding irritated.

"Yes," I answered.

"Good," Frank said, letting go and taking a step back. "Jimmy, please escort Gerard back to his room."

I couldn't do anything but follow Jimmy back out to the corridor and to the elevator.

"So, how long have you been here?" Jimmy asked.

"Two weeks," I replied.

Jimmy snickered, quietly muttering, "Newbie."

"Well, how long have you been here?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know, few years," he said. "Pretty great here, just fooling around while we're not working and killing people when we are, what's not to love?"

The killing people, perhaps.

"Do you ever kill innocent people?" I asked. "Even children?"

"Course not, no innocent people or children, that's Mr. Bossman's rule," Jimmy stated.

I clenched my jaw at how that wasn't true. He killed my innocent wife and my daughter. What a fucking hypocrite.

"What about accidentally? Has innocent children been killed before?" I asked.

Jimmy thought then stiffened slightly. It was such a small notion that his relaxed, playful face was back before I could even register. However, I saw it.

"Nah, no one's kids have been killed," he said.

That's a fucking lie you fucking liar.

"Well, that's good," I said instead of what I was thinking.

Jimmy nodded, looking at the numbers that counted the floors as we went up higher. He seemed uncomfortable and on edge almost.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to pry answers out of him.

I saw him give a small glance up at the camera that watched us. "Boss man doesn't like us talking about it, I don't wanna be killed."

I raised my eyebrows, frowning as I looked at him.

"He doesn't like you talking about what?" I persisted.

"Nothing," Jimmy said. "You better stop talking before you regret it."

We got to my floor and I stepped out. Jimmy followed me as I went to my room. I stepped inside, shutting the door as he walked off down the hall. I sat on the edge of my bed, sighing as I ran a hand down my face. I grabbed my laptop, powering it up and opening google chrome. I typed in Frank Iero's name, looking at what showed up. There was literally nothing. Not a single fucking thing about Frank. No accounts or profiles or picture. It was like he didn't even exist at all.

I tried looking up Jamia but there was nothing of her either. I tried Jimmy and Billie Joe but it was all vacant of them. I was able to find Brendon and Patrick and Dallon and some of the others. At least I know that not everyone here is completely off the grid. Although, being off the grid makes sense. You don't really want all your personal information out on the internet if you kill people for a living.

I looked at my phone, seeing the different unanswered calls and texts. People have been contacting me since the incident. My parents offered condolences and asked if there was something they can do. My brother, Mikey, offered for me to stay at his place for as long as I would need. I got different messages of condolences from friends and family, all of which I merely ignored. I had a mission in mind and that mission was to kill Frank Iero.