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It was dark when the car pulled out of the driveway. The three passengers acted as if they had recently stolen something of extreme value (which may just be possible). Addison was driving, with Mikey and Alice in the backseat. Mikey had fallen asleep soon after they left, and Alice moved to sit in the passenger's place, her voice and Addison's mixing quietly over the gently tune of David Bowie on the radio.

"What do you think happened?" Addison asked, slipping a stray bang back behind her ear.

"I'm not sure, but I'm kind of worried," Alice said in a tremulous voice, her fingers twining and untwining in her lap. Her eyebrows were slowly knitting themselves together on her forehead as her anxiety grew and her nerves frayed. "Do you think Gerard got Frank?"

"I don't know, you're the one he called," Addison stated, her eyes locked firmly on the road. Their gray-blue depths were filled with curiosity. Silence closed in on them, stifling any relaxation that had remained previously. What if a fellow Family member saw them leaving the state without permission? What would happen to them? To Gerard? Was Frank still alive, or had someone in another state revealed Gee's identity?

"What happened to Matt?" Alice asked, breaking the silence once more. Addison's eyes flashed from the road to her friend.

"Didn't tell him I left," she said softly. Alice's gaze softened, her voice gaining a note of sympathy.

"Did you feel something for him?" she asked. Addison nodded, wiping away a stray tear. The Mafia wasn't supposed to cry, but did that matter anymore? Weren't they escaping their pasts right now? As they drove to safety?

"Why didn't you bring him along?" Mikey's muffled voice came from behind them, making them both jump. Addison breathed out violently, her heart leaping in her chest from surprise.

"I-I didn't want to risk it," Addison said. "Besides, it just wasn't worth it anyhow. We all know how fickle men can be, and I didn't want to end up with a broken heart."

"You know how we Mafia ladies are," Alice snorted, "Bulletproof, every single one of us."

"Until the steel becomes brittle or the glass cracks," Mikey stated. Sometimes the girls would wonder how he could go from more-mature-than-he-should-be to spazzed-out to deep-and-emotional-advice-giver. Truly: he had multiple personality disorder, or something of the like.

"Yes, exactly."

"And so you spared yourself the possibility of love?" Alice asked, aghast. Usually Addison was so out-going and fun to be around, even for a killer.

"Shouldn't we be focused on getting to New York unscathed?" Mikey asked, changing the subject rapidly.

"Exactly," and so a comfortable silence filled the car, with Bowie's voice lapsing through the quiet.

EPILOGUE:

The story, my friends, ends like this: Revenge, Addison and Alice are now My Chemical Romance's biggest fans. My Chem is made up of two convicts, their intended target, and two of their friends from college. After the fan base grew so large, the Martin Mafia had no choice but to leave the Way brothers alone. The Ieros finally paid their debts to society, and everyone was happily married. At the moment, they are touring with their friends, not thinking back on that tragic affair.