When the soldiers came for us, it was swift.
I opened the door, and saw their leering faces.
Without a word, we were shuffled out and thrown into the back of a van.
They said to be silent, or else we would be shot.
After hours, I saw the light of a sign. I could not read it, but I felt my heart lurch as I saw the things behind the sign.
Small, thatched houses. In fenced off areas. No room for work, happiness, or LIFE.
Soldiers marched everywhere. The people were not free.
I was at the camps.
As I left the van, I was forced into a line with my mother. My father was ripped away from us. We couldn't put up a fight. They would kill him.
I was given a shirt with the number 79. All of my old clothing was burned and my new clothing had this number. 79 hat, 79 jacket, 79 pants.
I was no longer Frank Iero.
I was 79.
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Birdsong (Frerard) {UNFINISHED}
FanfictionWho knows the world? You don't, I don't, and neither does Frank Iero. He stays in his nest, never leaves, and doesn't know all the things that he should. And he plans to keep it that way. But Gerard Way exists. And because of that, Frank's nest is b...
