Chapter 1
In the middle of a gun fight
In the center of a restaurant
They say "Come with your arms raised high"
Well they're never gonna get me
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life will never be the same
On your mother's eye,
say a prayer, say a prayer
"Gee," Frank yelled as bullets rained over their heads. Gerard rushed across the room and slid next to Frank. The cops outside yelled over a mega phone, "We have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up."
Frank frowned, his eyes shining with fear. Gerard pressed their lips together softly, "I promise, everything will be just fine, Frankie. I'll keep you safe. You know that." Frank nodded, "Okay, Baby."
Gerard put his gun on the floor beside him, and Frank followed suit and they stood up slowly. Gerard yelled, "Ok, don't shoot. We're coming out." Frank gently grabbed Gerard's hand before following him out the door.
"Woo-hoo pretty boy," a large inmate laughed. Frank winced and looked at where Gerard was walking. He wanted nothing more than to be close to his older boyfriend.
Gerard looked over and a wave of anger washed through his eyes. Frank breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking forward.
"Come on, pretty," another man said cruelly. "If you're good, I'll let you sit on my lap when I play." Frank bit his lip and hurried forward as quickly as the tight chains would let him.
Gerard felt his heart constrict when he lost sight of Frank. The small 4'9" man wasn't a sissy, but the big guys in here would tear him apart. His soft pretty face in itself would get him hurt in here. Gerard, at least, would stand a chance to survive with his asshole normal sized.
He looked across the cell windows and saw his Frankie. Frank's face was taunt with stress, and Gerard mouthed, love you, knowing the simple words would sooth Frank's nerves.
Frank nodded before turning around and Gerard lost sight of him completely.
"So, wha'cha in here for?" a voice behind Gerard asked. The black haired man spun around to see a large man sitting on the bottom bunk. Gerard swallowed, "Serial murder apparently."
The man grinned, "I slaughtered about sixty-five people. In a church." Gerard cocked his head, "Why a church?" The man grinned, "Why'd you do it? The fucking preacher pissed me off and I offed the entire congregation."
Gerard smiled, "Just people that fucked with my family." The man grinned again, "Well, you wouldn't mean that little guy you came in with, huh?"
Gerard felt his smile drop, "Yeah, actually, Frank. He's my_ um," The man stood up and Gerard felt his heart clench, "So he's your little boyfriend. It's cool, man. Most the guys here are gonna go after him though."
"I know," Gerard said slowly. "Do you have any idea how I can stop them?" The man laughed, "Unless you found a way to be with him every second, uh no, but I could help." Gerard sighed, running his forehead, feeling a sharp pain.
"You okay, kid?" The man asked. Gerard smiled weakly, "I got hit in the restaurant yesterday and I guess it's a little tender." The tall man nodded, "Yeah, I'm Drake, most of 'em call me Rhyno."
"I'm Gerard. Nice to meet you, Rhyno," Gerard smiled. He looked at the bunks and said, "I want the top bunk." Rhyno smirked, "Alright, pretty boy."