*Frank's POV*
I drove us all down the road. We were on our way to an abandoned warehouse. The place was also a house. We drove around for about two hours. Glad we were running on a full tank. We finally found it. We pulled out our pistols. They had on mufflers so it wouldn't be too loud. I got unbuckled, same with the guys. We got out, and closed the doors. We all looked at each other and nodded. I glanced over at Gerard, and he looked nervous. I slipped my hand in his and intertwined our fingers. He beamed.
"Well, this is it. Do you think this is really the place he would be?"
"Don't you remember Mikey, this was his old house."
"How do you know this Gerard?" Ray asked.
"His mother used to babysit me, before Mikes was born." Gerard said. I heard something. It was very quiet, but I definitely heard it.
"Wait guys, shh be quiet." I commanded. There it was again, crying. I pointed to the bottom of the building, where a small window was located. We tip toed towards it. I crouched down, and inside, I could see two girls, high school probably, tied to chairs. In front of a girl who had tear streaks running down her face, was Korse.
I guided the guys to the window. Gerard gasped. He pulled me down, and what I saw, was boiling my blood. Korse hit the young girl. Once, twice,... five times. He then backhanded her across the cheek. She yelped , and her tears didn't even fall, but they did crash around her. (Hope you got that reference) That's when he raised his fist, and I could here him say, "Killjoys never die, huh?" Aww hell no! A Killjoy? We had to get the girls out of there. It seemed as though time slowed down as I pulled out my gun, shot the window, and stalled Korse from punching the young girl.
"What the h- Fuck! Killjoys!"
I jumped into the basement, same with Gerard, Mikey and Ray. We pulled out our pistols and pointed them at Korse.
"You know, you only have four fighters?" Korse asked. Gerard nodded, confused.
"Well, that's four against 11 my friends." We all looked at him, confused. That's when we heard footsteps running down the stairs. At least 10 pairs of feet. At the bottom of the steps, were suddenly 10 Dracs. Really? They started running towards us, no weapons apparent on them. We kicked at them, threw punches, and even head butted a bit. We were so caught up in the fight, we didn't notice Korse heading to the girl in the back, the one that didn't look hurt, and punch her square in the jaw. We also didn't see him leave. Once we got all the Dracs knocked out, Ray shot them.
"You believe it now Jet-Star?" Mikey asked. Ray looked at him, and nodded laughing.
"SHIT, Korse is gone!" Gee yelled. I looked around and saw the two girls. The one who got punched was starting to get a bruise on her jaw. Mikey went over to check up on her. I saw the one who got hurt the most. I immediately ran over to her. She was passed out. Poor kid.
I went behind her, and saw her hand was gashed up. Knife cut. I cut the rope that tied her hands to the chair. I unwrapped it. I saw two bags in the corner of the basement. I grabbed them, I saw girl's clothing at the top. Must be their bags. I brought them over to Ray and told him to hold them. I ran back over to the girl. She had long Brown hair, and the lightest freckles ever. She had pale skin, and she had black and red eyeliner smeared. Probably Revenge Era fan. She had on a puffy camo vest, grey skinny jeans, black and white converse, and under the vest, was a black and red shirt that said Pierce The Veil. I think that was a post hardcore band. At least she has good music taste. I lifted her up into my arms. She looked slightly familiar. I shook that thought off. She was surprisingly light. But she didn't look anorexic. Must be gifted. She cuddled up into my chest, and whimpered.
"Sshh, it's okay. We're taking you home." I cooed hoping it would soothe her. She eventually made soft, quiet little snores. I looked up and saw Gee crying. He hates seeing kids hurt. The kid had a black eye, her cheek was swollen, her lip was busted, and her hand had a gash in it. Poor kiddo. Mikey had the other girl in his arms, She was snoring softly, too. Ray held up their bags, and guided us out. While I was walking, I realized she had a hat on. It was black and gold. It was a GodSmack hat. I love that band. On the front of the hat, in small printing, was the words born sinner . We got the girls in the car. Since there wasn't enough room in the car, Ray drove, Gerard sat in the passenger seat, Mikey sat behind Ray, and I sat behind Gerard. The kid with the bruised jaw sat between us. The girl with the hat sat on my lap, holding on to me, soft whispers escaping her lips sometimes. I felt sorry for the girls. One of them looked to be roughly 15, the other looked to be 13. The older one had glasses, the frames broken. She didn't wear eyeliner it looked like. We drove for about half an hour, and stopped at a little shack looking thing.
"My friend Larson lives here. He's away in Hawaii right now. He said that we could crash here while we figure everything out." Gee said. I nodded, "Well, let's get some rest then we'll figure it all out."
"There's just one problem, there are only four beds. There are six of us." I thought about this.
"Mikey and Ray take a bed together, " I saw Ray give me a death glare, while Mikey blushed. "Me and you will share a bed, Gee." His cheeks turned to a shade of crimson that would make a firetruck jealous. I even felt my cheeks warm up, "Then each girl gets their own bed. They clearly need more rest." The guys seemed to agree once I said that. We carefully took the girls in, while Ray and Gerard took the bags. Inside the shack thing, it was pretty average. We found four rooms. Mikey dropped his kid off at a red and orange room. He headed to the room Ray went into. I took my kid to a room towards the back, it was black, dark blue, and dark green. I layed her down gently on the bed, grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it over her. She started crying, "Sshh, calm down. You're safe now sweetie." She stopped crying, and fell back asleep.
I left the room, and went to find Gerard. He was in our room, black and red, laying down. The only thing he had on were his boxers. I blushed profusely. I climbed in to the bed, after stripping to a shirt and boxers. I slipped under the covers. Gerard wrapped his arms around my waist, and I couldn't help but snuggle into the position. I was asleep within seconds.

Hi Killjoys,
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-----------TacoTurtles04