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    Frank pushed open the large glass door with his hip as he counted the money he had in his wallet. He was trying to do the math in his head of how much he would need to withdraw from his microscopic account. He had groceries to buy, college loans to pay, and bills. He scraped by with what he had but it was getting harder everyday. Frank had to work for everything he owned. Usually kids who were fresh into college had their parents help them pay stuff off but that wasnt the case with Frank. He didnt have a family who cared. He was out of the house and living with random friends way before he graduated highschool. He was use to living this life.


    Frank pulled out his I.D. card to access his account when he felt someone pass by him. He looked over his shoulder at who it was. Definitely no one he knew. He walked up to the counter and laid down his card.
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    Gerard kept assuring himself that this was all for Mikey. His little brother needed money to pay the loan sharks. This would save his brother; this was all for good. Gerard inhaled a very shaky breath as he entered the bank and stalked in knowingly. This place was going to go into shambles any minute now; he knew it. He was too busy surveying the area that he, by accident, brushed past some man. Briefly, they exchanged looks before the other, handsome man left for a counter. Gerard simply scoffed and went for the counter beside the man. Really, it didn't take long after the teller had greeted him before he held a loaded gun in her face. She let out a shriek, and then hell all went loose.


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    IC: Frank was still counting the change he had in his pocket when he looked up when he heard a shriek. O look the man from earlier was beside him. He looked back down before he snapped his head up. The man had a gun Frank couldn't help but draw a sharp intake of breath. Of course the one time he had money it would all get stolen by a stupid bank robber. Frank was petrified for the moment not knowing what to do. This man could shoot up the whole bank if he wanted to. Frank included. Frank gulped and thought about ducking down behind the counter.
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    Gerard hissed and hushed the teller before handing her a post-stick note; half a million dollars, Gerard demanded for. It wasn't a lot compared to how much some over bank robbers asked for, but Gerard had enough gratitude to take only what he needed. Gerard suddenly raised the gun and fired warning shots in the air, setting off more wails and screams from customers. "Alright, people. Get down on the ground!" He sing-songed, nearly too casually to sound sane.


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    IC: Frank stayed standing for a minute. He didnt want to get shot but this guy didnt seem like he would really go through with it. Sure, he had common sense but something about this situation was different. Frank bit down on his lip and slowly started to sit down on the ground.
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    Gerard began to smirk eerily at the sight of everybody else submitting to him. The things he could do holding only a gun, he thought as he surveyed everyone. Then, the found of sirens and helicopters caught his attention. So maybe the teller pressed the silent alarm button, but he didn't mind. He knew an easy way to avoid being caught, he concluded as he let his gaze linger on the man he had brushed passed merely minutes ago. As he liked to think, he only took what was needed.


    Suddenly, the phone began ringing and Gerard perked his head up before humming, "That'll be for me." He stalked to the phone and answered it, putting it on loud speaker. "Hello?" He asked casually, only to receive a reply from a very stern sounding guy. The two of them spoke for a while, the FBI agent notifying Gerard of what would happen if he didn't negotiate, but Gerard had different plans. He hung the phone up and trudged over to the man, his shoes a hair's breadth away from his face. He towered over him before squatting in front of him. "What's your name, kid?" He asked, cocking a curious eyebrow at him.


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    IC: Frank stared up at him with wide eyes. Of course this was just his luck. "Its Frank." He said quietly as he looked up at him. What did this man want with him? Was it because they brushed past eachother earlier? Did that somehow signify that he would be the first to be picked on by him. "And Im not a kid." He added even quieter than before. He hated being called a kid. He knew he was short but he wasnt that young.
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    Gerard scoffed at Frank's snarky comment and then gripped him tightly under the arm. "Hello Frank; I'm Gee, and you're coming with me, kid." He added just to irritate the guy further. He tugged violently on his arm as he held him in front, pushing him along as he threatened him with a gun to his skull. "Thank you for your time, people, and have a lovely day!" He sung before hissing in Frank's ear, "Alright, Frank. Lets blow this popsicle stand." Then, he pushed him out of the doors and onto the street where the police were waiting.


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    IC: Frank swallowed hard. What if the police thought he was involved in this now too. "P-Please. Dont. " He begged quietly. He didnt want this. He didnt want to be stolen by someone. Why did 'Gee' choose him? Well maybe it was better that it was him and not someone else. Someone with a family, someone who had a life to live. He didnt really have that so I guess maybe this is what he got.
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    Gerard growled in Frank's ear, "Shh!" before he began to walk down the side walk. He saw how the police backed up, all neatly aligned as they watched helplessly, and then the same FBI agent, Bob, stood up and spoke into a megaphone, "Gee, you don't have to do this. We can negotiate and you can stay safe." He spoke, but Gerard happily ignored him, holding Frank in front of him like a shield. "Do you have a car, Frank?" He asked casually, keeping a close eye on the cops.


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    IC: "Y-Yes." Frank replied shakily. "Why?" He asked hoping that the answer wouldnt be that Gee was going to steal it. He had worked hard for his car. He didnt want some psycho maniac taking it from him.
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    "Give me the keys." Gerard ordered, "We're going on a ride, Frank." He smirked, shoving Frank out of the cops' sight.


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    IC: "No." Frank replied simply and sternly. He really hoped that response wouldnt send a bullet through the back of his head.
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    Gerard narrowed his eyes and squeezed on his arm tightly, trying to dig his nails viscously into his skin. "No?... Wrong answer, kid. Give me your keys, now." He growled impatiently.


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    IC: Frank gulped and slowly reached into his front pocket and brought out a small keychain that held two keys on it. He held it in the palm of his hand. He didnt want to had the keys over to Gee. "Why." He stated plainly. He wasnt really sure how to deal with all of this. All he knew was that he had adrenaline coursing through his veins which gave him enough courage to speak.
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    Gerard, pleased with himself, happily grasped onto the keys and then whispered, "Shh, Frank. Don't speak." He then pressed the unlock button on the car, seeing one of the cars on the side walk light up. That must be the car. Gerard stalked straight towards it and opened the passenger seat. "Get in." He ordered dully.


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    IC: Frank did as he was told. "Where are we going?" He asked closing the door and putting on his seatbelt. He didnt know what kind of driver Gee was but he really hoped that a car crash wouldnt be the cause of his death.
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    Gerard climbed into the driver's seat, tossing the duffel back in the back seat. "Oh..." Gerard chuckled, revving the engine. "You'll see, Frank." He hummed, suddenly pulling out the parking space and onto the road.


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    IC: Frank pulled his knees up to his chest and watched out the window hoping to see some sort of sign that would tell him where they were going. His bravado was slowly wearing off and he wondered what Gee would do with him.
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    Gerard drove in silence for a while, constantly looking at the rear view mirror for anyone who may have followed. No one followed. Gerard concentrated on the road, squinting his eyes a little until in the distance he saw the right place. driving over, he pulled up outside a shop. Yes, a s*x shop. He cleared his throat before looking at Frank, "Lets go, Frankie, baby. Don't try play games with me, alright?" He hid the gun in his pocket before climbing out the car.