Okay, here is chapter 4. It's a little short. Actually, a lot shorter than usual. I apologize. I was really busy last week with a school project and couldn't do much else. Yeah, there are a few MCR references. But come on, I managed to make a couple of them pretty subtle.

I'm also debating starting another story (TTA is only about 8 chapters long) that I've been working on. The title must remain a mystery, but you can vote 'post' or 'don't post' on my profile. That poll is ending Saturday!

Disclaimer: I do not own MCR.

FRANK'S POV

We barely made it into the busy section of New York before Gerard and Rev were asleep. I decided that it was the right time to pull into a decent-looking hotel. The hand-painted sign above door was a heart with the black-and-silver words Hotel Bella Muerte which from a couple years of Italian classes I understood was Hotel Beautiful Death. I woke Rev up, and she, in turn smacked Gerard upside the head. He jumped awake, his eyes darting back and forth.

"What happened?" he yawned, stretching his arms above his head like a cat in the morning. I chuckled to myself.

"We're at a hotel for the night," I answered. Gerard simply nodded. Rev jumped out of the car and grabbed the money suitcase along with her bags. I collected mine and helped Gerard grab his duffel as well, smiling at the familiar random-art-supply sticking out of the side, in this case a sketchbook. He didn't change much, besides the whole joined-the-family-mafia-and-is-trying-to-kill-me part. I noticed how he'd gotten his raven hair cut, so that it fell into his face and hid his eyes most of the time. Underneath those hazel orbs were two purple bags, probably from lack of sleep or coffee withdrawal. Have you ever seen Gee on a coffee withdrawal? It's bad.

"Hurry up Gerard," I smiled, "Maybe they'll have coffee."

"You really think so?" Gerard perked up, his eyes sparkling in the light of the dim streetlamp. Revenge, now extremely irritated, just waltzed inside and got them all a room. A room with two bathrooms and two beds. Great.

"So, who am I bunking with?" she asked, her even gaze darting between the two of us, who were extremely confused about the whole situation.

"Um, me I guess," I offered. She shrugged, picked up her duffel, and walked straight to the elevator. Gerard and I followed, him still half-asleep and me contemplating the night. I knew that last night I had probably invaded her personal space way too much. I was a snuggler though, and it simply couldn't be helped. I entered the nice-enough looking room and dumped everything on the floor. "I'm going to go shower."

"I get the shower first, then you two can argue over it," Revenge said, glaring at me. I nodded from my place near the door. Gerard sat down in the corner and pulled his sketchbook out of his bag. He pulled his knees up over the arm of the overstuffed armchair and began drawing, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. I just rolled my eyes and changed into pajamas, thinking over our days together in college.

It had been an amazing four years. I thought I'd see his name in comic book stores all over the world by now. But no, he'd been sucked down into the underworld, never to see the light again. I thought that it might be fun to play with his head a little, remind him of his ever-important 'mission'.

"So what do you do for a living?" I asked nonchalantly. He tensed up, his mind probably racing for an excuse.

"I never told you?" he asked, seemingly innocent. I could see straight through his lies.

"Nope. I just wondered what happened after college," I shrugged. "I'm-I-I draw stuff," he shrugged.

"What kind of 'stuff'?" I inquired, sitting Indian-style at the end of my bed. He gulped audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Do I detect a bit of nervousness?

"I draw stuff for companies. Logos and such," he lied through his teeth, seeming relieved as I 'bought' his story. I nodded, pursing my lips for a moment.

"So how's your family doing?"

"Good." That was awfully stoic.

"Mikey? He was your cousin right?" I asked, leaning forward a little in interest, like I wanted to catch up on everything that I'd missed. So maybe I was being a little mean…

"He's my little brother. He's a couple steps down from me, but just as important," he seemed a little fierce. He was obviously talking about the Mafia, so I played dumb.

"So he works in the art business too?" I raised an impressed eyebrow. Gerard nodded, returning his gaze to the sketchbook and effectively ending the conversation.

"The shower's free," Rev called, stepping into the room. Her Iron Maiden shirt clung to her shoulders and hips, barely covering the hem of her Marvel Comic pajama pants. I gulped a little bit, she was so breathtaking.

"Yeah, thanks," I said dumbly. I stood and got ready to shower, my movements almost robotic. I was still stunned about the situation. That, and I think I was developing some feelings for my mysterious bodyguard and newfound friend.

"Okay, well that awkwardness is over," Gerard chuckled nervously. I could tell that he was glad for Rev's interruption.

"Did I interrupt something important?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip. I shook my head and left to use the shower. I really needed to calm down and wash myself. It had been too much stress in the past twenty-four hours between leaving my home state and finding Gee. Fate was obviously not on my side today.

"With just a touch of my burning hand, send my astro zombies to rape the land. Prime directive, exterminate the whole human race," I sang lowly as I shampooed and rinsed off. I loved The Misfits.

"Then your face just drops in a pile of flesh, and your heart-heart pounds till it pumps in death. Prime directive exterminate, whatever stands left!" Gerard finished for me. I smiled to myself and stepped into the small steamy room. I toweled off and changed into my Hulk pajamas.

"You're up next," I said, exiting the bathroom and running into Gerard.

"Thanks dude," Gee smiled. I felt my heart jump into my throat with the realization that he's out to kill me.

"N-no problem," I choked out, speed walking away as fast as possible without seeming suspicious. I ran into the living area and jumped onto the bed. Rev was in the corner, pounding away on her laptop. "Whatcha doing?"

"Writing," was her one-word answer.

"What are you writing?" I inquired. So sue me for liking a girl.

"A story about desert rebels. Jeez Frankie, ease up," she said, sending me a smirk. I chuckled. Gerard stepped around the corner.

"Frankie?" he asked. "I thought you were Anthony!"

"I am," I said smoothly, "Frankie was a nickname I aquired for winning my family reunion hot dog eating contest."

"Oh," Gerard's shoulders slumped a little as he grabbed his toothbrush (which he must have forgotten and come back for) out of his bag. "Sorry about that."

"Uh, no problem," it sounded more like a question than a statement. Once Gerard was safely out of earshot, Rev turned to me with a huge grin on her face.

"Nice save Anthony!" she giggled. I chuckled a little too, not as enthusiastic about it. I didn't want to have to lie to my friends. As soon as we found Ray and dropped Gerard wherever he was going, I was letting everything loose.

"So tomorrow we're going to try and find Ray and Bob, okay?" I asked. Rev just nodded, a little tired-looking, and ambled over to the bed. I crawled in beside her and we laid back-to-back, ignoring the odd feeling creeping up.

"Hey Anthony," Rev mumbled. "You're kinda cute."

"Thanks," I smiled, knowing she was already almost sleeping, "You're not too bad yourself."

"Mmm," she sighed, snuggling deeper into the pillows and falling into a deep slumber. I watched through half-lidded eyes as Gerard clambered into his own bed and fell asleep. I knew that this was going to be one of the most interesting road trips of my life. If my life even lasted that much longer.