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By Lolita Synyster-Vengeance
This has been in my head for a while. Hope you like it. I don't own
They all look like the Black Parade era so Frank's hair is short nd Mikey has
black hair nd no glasses
The dark-haired teen sighed as he watched the vicinity. He was up in a tree and
spotted a kid walking around the bush and glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. Suspicious
behaviour, not normal for a twelve year old boy. Frank mused. Frank spotted the boy's puppet strings
and gave off another sigh. To himself, he was a freak. Frank came from a long line of Italian Gypsy
puppeteers, it skipped his father but not his grandfather. How Frank loved that man, he was a
drummer but Frank chose to be a guitarist. Frank's grandfather taught him his powers, how to control
it and how to cope with it. Frank remembered the old man's words.
My boy, we are maestro burattiani. Master puppeteers. I shall show you the
tricks on how to connnect your strings to people's puppet strings.
That old man was his hero. Frank managed to learn all the Gypsy Puppeteer's ways
in a few years. Now he can connect to people and animals, controlling them for his entertainment.
Sure he gotten a few people in jail but it was fun. Only for exposing themselves in public, not
killing or anything.
The young boy who he had been keeping an eye on now was sitting under a tree,
and hastily grabbing something from his jacket pocket. The boy unrolled the packet and Frank saw
dozens of pills inside it. Holy shit! This kid is doing drugs!!! I gotta go stop him! Frank thought,
alarmed and concerned. He lifted his palm and silver beams of light invisible to people others than
Gypsy Puppeteers shot from his fingertips and connected with the boy's puppetstrings.
The young boy froze, and his arms wouldn't respond to his commands. His hands
moved on their own as he crumpled the packet into a ball and helf it tight. "Tony? Tony where
are you?" A voice called from a distance. The boy now known as Tony froze, he heard a rustling
and saw his older brother Darren. "Tony? Are those my pills?!" The older male asked.
"Yes, I took them away because I don't want to see you hurt Darren." Tony cried. The
bigger male broke down and embraced his brother. "I'll stop, I'll stop for you." Darren
cried. Soon he buried the pills and the two walked home.
Frank smiled to himself from his position on the tree, it felt good when things
like that happened. He helped people stop from commiting suicide, proposing to their loved ones and
even helping bullied kids by controlling them to defend themselves. Yes Frank was a secret hero, and
he prefered the mask he's wearing rather than the show all tell all lifestyle
Frank hopped off the low branch and leaned back against the smooth trunk of the
tree. He was lonely, and he knew it. Puppeteers are supposed to find their partners, by connecting
their puppetstrings they will find their soulmate. The only problem is, Frank likes men and not
women. His parents accepted the fact, and were quite encouraging.
Frank's thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone slear their throat, his
head snapped to the side to meet the eyes on none other than Mikey Way.
Mikey, he was Frank's best friend. The two were like brothers. Mikey had a
brother whom Frank is quite close to. But Mikey... that kid had a special place in his mind. The way
he smiled was cute, and his obsession for unicorns was interesting. Frank would feel butterflies
wearing hobnailed boots stomping in his stomach recently. I think I'm crushing on Mikey, God...
Frank thought worriedly. But the greatest surprise didn't come from him.
Mikey lifted his hand up and silver beams slowly shot from his fingers.
Puppetstrings? Mikey's a maestro burattinaio? Frank stepped back and tripped over the root of the
tree. The puppet strings stopped and Mikey looked down worriedly and helped his friend up. "You
okay?" Mikey asked concerned. "You're a maestro burattinaio!" Frank gave a cry of
disbelief, Mikey's eyebrows shot up and he gasped. "How did you know?" Mikey asked,
obviously confused. Frank lifted his hand and the same silver beams sprung from his fingertips and
entwined itseld with Mikey's strings. Instantly, a dim glow was emmited from the strings and it
tugged them both together until their palms were against one another's. Mikey soon entwined his
fingers with Frank's calloused ones and drew Frank closer with his other arm. "Frankie, I love
you. I knew there was something special about you." Mikey whispered to the shorter one's ear.
"I'm glad I found you too, la mia anima gemella." Frank replies as he plafed a soft kiss
on Mikey's lips. The two in a loving embrace under the sunset.
Finished and I hope you enjoyed it. Srry if it was really crappy but I just
had a panic attack when I saw another lizard in my room. I am Herpetophobic, which means I have a
fear of small lizards. I either get a panic attack or start crying... yes I am that lame... Anyways
review and tell me if you found the story or my fear of lizards amusing. Oh! and la mia anima
gemella means my soulmate in Italian
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