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Replaceable
5 reviewsGerard gets into Frank's head, secrets he has told no one floating to the surface for Gerard to destroy.
2Ambiance
But I remember you,
and I will relate to you,
how our histories enweave...
Frank's P.O.V.
"Price…? Sir, I didn't come here to pay a price, I came here to get answers to questions and that is my job. I didn't come here to play a game. I won't fall like the other five did…" I replied sternly, or at least I tried to as his manically beautiful hazel eyes excavated the pores of my face, indulging in pupils that held no beauty when compared to his swirling black abyss. It's hard to try and sound intimidating when you are staring at a creature that seemingly has no fear in the world. I mean, what was the most they could do to him anyway? He was already in a prison with outstanding charges and a list of homicides tacked to his name that he proudly twirled in his fingers. He was indestructible.
"Oh, of course, Frank you simply must play the role of being so bold, with your fidgeting fingers picking at the weakening threads of your sleeves, plucking them from there seemingly carefully and tender hand woven families just as citizens and onlookers say I have done to those poor, poor innocent victims. Plucking them from a life whose very stitch mended and held their beloved hand crafted family quilt together. I laugh at that, I truly do, for just as that shirt that you so uncaringly dissect, those families weren't authentic and tenderly made, they were expertly woven by machines so finely experienced at creating fabricated lives. And just like that shirt that you so thoughtlessly corrode, those families won't just spontaneously combust into an array of mangled useless threads, the fabric of the family won't fall apart, there will just be a small gap missing, the rest of the family will carry on.
It's so simple really but it seems those small minded people never quite understand, but you understand, don't you, Frank? Just because I plucked a single leaf from a tree doesn't mean that the entire tree's system will fail. It will patch the abrasion without even the slightest thought put into their effort, the tree will continue, create a leaf to bloom in the raw of spring to replace it's spot, it's all the exact same, you see, Frank?" he questioned sincerely, his chin gently tucked warmly against the heal of his hand as his fingers gently spun around his raven locks. I nodded sheepishly, for what he said truly did make since I guess… except the part of replacing the person. I'm sure people could never have the heart to have a child to replace the one they lost, it just seems so… wrong. It's almost as if they were born a replaceable child and that is an almost sickening thought.
Gerard shifted quietly, fingers stills working like a spindle for those trickles or hair tickling his chin as a gentle smile crawled across his soft pink lips.
"A fairly smart creature you are, Frank, although I detect a bit of defiance in agreeing with my analogy. Why is that, Frank?"
"It's nothing, I mean, I agree with you for the most part, it makes plenty of sense" I mused quietly, rolling his words gently across my thoughts again knowing he was more correct than incorrect. He chuckled lightly, my eyes snapping back up to re-connect with his in confusion as he leaned forward, far enough away that my eyes needed not to refocus, yet close enough that his moist breath rolled over my face.
"It's funny, seconds ago you were trying to come of as such a confident, fearless, and bold agent that was determined to face me with a sort of superior dominance, yet you can't even bother stating your own opinion? As I've said before young Franklin, you have much to learn my dear amateur and inexperienced creature."
"I said I agree with you, sir, I'm sorry that you can't understand such simple words. Seems like more of a personal problem to me" I snapped in a rather weak and plastic voice, almost like one of the evil villain action figures whom seem so terrifying and defiant, yet when you press the little plastic button on their back, you get a stiff and unexpected voice that sounds nothing like the real villain, and not the least bit intimidating. Gerard grinned devilishly as he folded one of his knees against his body to rest his grey sweater sleeve concealed arm across it.
"There you go again, Frank, with your once again sad attempts in making me flinch. I'm sorry that you can't understand and hear all of your very own words, maybe even a sadder story since it's coming from the owner of the voice. You said that you agree with me for the most part rather than the entire analogy. So what is that supposedly small and unimportant part that you slightly disagree with me on, Frankie?" he prodded patiently, hand unwinding from his slightly wavy locks before lazily and intentionally fluttering to rest on the freezing scraped concrete surface, dangerously close to my black converse coated feet.
I could feel the pressure in my legs as they began trembling, my foot beginning to noticeably twitch at such a close contact with this man. It was like trying to force two magnets of the same side together, my body shook violently in my week control wanting to shoot across the room to smother safely against the wall and he knew it. He grinned as he leaned forward more, hand slowly creeping across the floor, capturing one of my untied shoe strings between his steady and skilled fingers. I sharply tugged my entire leg away, safely tucking it against my body.
"It's not important, okay? I'm not here for you to deliver me a questionnaire as to why I disagree with certain parts of your opinion. It's no big deal, let's move on now. Wh-"
"Is it that you know you were one of those children, Frank? One of those pointless little children whose only purpose of being born was to replace that older brother that you never knew? Because you know you were named his exact name, nothing more than a stunt double for them to look at and love the image because it fits your brother, not because they love you, because that is something they don't do, Franklin, poor vulnerable Franklin" he stated, sitting up straight, eyes boring uncaringly and viciously into my own, his sharp irises clouding with a yellow fog, like a child breathing against his glass eyes.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! They love me, they are my family, I love them and they love me!" I screamed, nails digging into the concrete as I forced myself closer to him, wanting so badly just to rip off that perfect face, that too beautiful face, faces like that shouldn't exist because their only purpose in life is to laugh in the faces of the ugly, people like me. He shouldn't know these things, these things that I told my mom I would never talk about with anyone… which almost makes what he says make sense... they were trying to forget him, completely.
"Or maybe it's your other brother, the one your family completely disowned years ago when they discovered he was a homosexual, a sick and disgusting fag. Maybe what scares you even more is the fact that you, the very replacement to such a despised and disgusting being, you too are exactly the same type of person that your brother was… a disgrace to god, an unnatural mistake that if found out will be disposed of like a broken baby doll and replaced. That scares you doesn’t it, Frank? The fact that you too can be easily replaced just like all your other brothers that your parents taught you not to call brothers, that they taught you to forget about, Frankie. You're scared of disappearing, losing the only people who you apparently have been forced to believe love you, isn't that right, young Franklin?" he asked quietly, leaning across the floor, elbow planted into the ground some distance from his body as his chin rested there, so close to me that if I sat forward anymore I would knock foreheads with him.
Close enough for me to remove the hidden gun from my pocket to press it to the soft flesh the stretched delicately across his face. I could feel the tears burning in the back of my eyes, the invisible hands clutching tightly to parts of my rib cage, shoving out untamable and painfully loud breaths as I fought back the pain compressing my throat that told me to just break down. Crying in front of him wasn't an option, showing any form of weakness in front of this cold hearted bastard was something I couldn't do because it's exactly what he wants.
"What is this? You're little way of getting off and feeling superior by taking a piss out of me? You think you are so fucking wonderful because somehow you've found something out about me that no one else knows? So what, maybe my parents did lose him, maybe they did have me because it hurt them not having a child to tuck in a kiss good night. Oh, and wonderful for you, go ahead, scrape me down about being gay all you fucking want, do it, I don't care. Maybe my parents would disown me for it, but they don't know about it, and they haven't disowned me yet, so it doesn't matter. I don't know how you know the things you do… I really don't know, but you're not any better than me just because you can rub it in my face, so if you would like to get the stick out of your ass and be civilized and answer some questions, that would be wonderful. I don't want to be here anymore than you want me to, just answer these and I'll leave you to talk to your fucking pictures" I growled angrily as I shoved backward, away from his face. How could I ever have thought of him as somewhat pleasant and beautiful with observations, I should have known… After all, most murderers are assholes.
"Be civilized says the cussing, disgraceful homosexual, what a wonderful example of being civilized. Although I must say your offer is quiet tempting, what a imprisoned murderer exiled and cut off from the rest of the world would do for a moment of silence, because it's just never quiet enough here in your opinion, is it, Frank? Why is it that you are so desperate to escape from this prison, Frank? Is it not that simply luxurious and comfortable caging that you hoped for it to be? What is it that you plan on even doing once you break free of these offices, dear Franklin?
To run home crying, immediately nestling comfortably into the very corner he was so brutally murdered in just so that you can get a taste of his lovely scarlet liquid that splatters on the wall to this day, buried beneath your layers of dark paints. So that you might fantasize that you were the one who tore his flesh apart bit by bit, leaving behind a sloppy unrecognizable carcass for the other FBI buzzards to graze on. You so wished it, Frank, you wanted it so badly but when you walked into the apartment one day to find the messy and unorganized wreck caked in the corner, you wanted nothing more than to be in that position to save him, isn't that right, Frankie?" he asked quietly shifting closer as warm skin brushed gently over my hand for a brief moment before I yanked it away leaving his burning finger tips to float gently above the warm air space that my hands used to occupy.
He doesn't know this, why does he know this, why does he fucking know this and how? What is wrong with his sick, sadistic, bastard…? I shoved to my feet, towering over him for a minute, unable to hide the obvious burning and possibly reddening of my eyes as tears seeped over the rims, slicing across my dry white board face.
"I'm assuming this was the "price" to pay to get answers that I have yet to get?" I whispered quietly, refraining from letting any of my voice to break through and cause the sobs to rack my lungs. "Well I'm tired of this game… I haven't paid you any fucking thing. You might be able to bring back memories that hurt me, but you can't destroy me." He chuckled lightly, rising to his feet inches away from me.
"Believe me, Frank, I can destroy you in the most gruesome ways possible, and since you are somewhat different that the others… I'll have the pleasure of saving up the most morbid ways for you, my dear" he whispered quietly, slowly running his finger tips across the exposed skin that lies tight beneath my chin. It wasn't planned, never in my right mind would I have done it any other time… but when you have been plucked to a raw, there is nothing you fear anymore. I grasped his wrist tightly, my fingernails slicing into his soft and vulnerable flesh as I shook with fury, inhaling sharp and rapid breaths to refrain from blowing up in murderers face. His fingers froze against my skin, without him even daring to withdraw as an all too familiar grin stitched slowly across his lips. I dug my nails deeper into his flesh until I felt the sticky red liquid seeping out from beneath my fingernails, bubbling and fighting between the tiny cracks and pores of his skin to be free of his poisoned arteries.
"Then why don't you do it right now, Gerard?" I growled, snarling as the blood dripped across my hands, slipping across my palms and down my elbows before flinging themselves to their concrete coffins. A sinister grin settling upon his lips as a sudden unrecognizable emotion swelled through his smoldering ember irises as he lifted his free hand, catching a blood droplet and saving it from it's unjust suicide. It rolled across the palm of his hand, swelling like watercolors of rubies and sunset rays. I watched as it trickled and seeped through the lines and creases of his palms like scarlet rivers, and I almost wanted to say that it was beautiful in the most sickening way…
"Because, my young Franklin… I am having far too much fun with this…"
"And the fun is over" I mumbled releasing his wrists and stepping over toward the door, wrapping my fingers around the solid steel reinforcement. It felt so frigid as opposed to the warmth that still contaminated my flesh after radiating from Gerard's.
"You still don't know why they chose you, do you, Franklin, dear?" he questioned as I cracked the door open, the energy and electricity from such hostile situations seeping into the clean and pure atmosphere outside this room, corroding it's invisible skin. To be honest I never did understand why they picked me, the intolerable weakling who could be so very easily broken down without it even being in a persons intentions to do so.
"No… I don't, I can't even begin to understand…" I mused quietly as a chuckled dripped from his lips.
"I'll let you figure that one out yourself… although there will be so much more to it that you will be yet to understand… just remember, everyone is connected, Frank…" he called quietly and I swung the door open, locking it back before listening to the echo of my shoes pounding against the rough sticky floors of the hallway, my escape route from my potential defeat.
|_____________________Authors Note_________________________|
This was a 4 1/2 paged chapter, so I hope you enjoyed!
I hope you liked it, this has been one of the better chapters I think because you learn so much yet don't know hardly anyting.
Who is this person that Gerard is talking about Frankie finding dead?
Why did Frank's parents lose the first child before using Frank as a replacement?
Where is the other brother that was disowned by the family, what has become of him?
What does Gerard mean bye "all things all connected" and why [i]did[/i] they choose him?
So many questions!
So what ia your theory?
Comments letting us know your thoughts of where the story is headed and what you think are wonderful [:
=Shaun
and I will relate to you,
how our histories enweave...
Frank's P.O.V.
"Price…? Sir, I didn't come here to pay a price, I came here to get answers to questions and that is my job. I didn't come here to play a game. I won't fall like the other five did…" I replied sternly, or at least I tried to as his manically beautiful hazel eyes excavated the pores of my face, indulging in pupils that held no beauty when compared to his swirling black abyss. It's hard to try and sound intimidating when you are staring at a creature that seemingly has no fear in the world. I mean, what was the most they could do to him anyway? He was already in a prison with outstanding charges and a list of homicides tacked to his name that he proudly twirled in his fingers. He was indestructible.
"Oh, of course, Frank you simply must play the role of being so bold, with your fidgeting fingers picking at the weakening threads of your sleeves, plucking them from there seemingly carefully and tender hand woven families just as citizens and onlookers say I have done to those poor, poor innocent victims. Plucking them from a life whose very stitch mended and held their beloved hand crafted family quilt together. I laugh at that, I truly do, for just as that shirt that you so uncaringly dissect, those families weren't authentic and tenderly made, they were expertly woven by machines so finely experienced at creating fabricated lives. And just like that shirt that you so thoughtlessly corrode, those families won't just spontaneously combust into an array of mangled useless threads, the fabric of the family won't fall apart, there will just be a small gap missing, the rest of the family will carry on.
It's so simple really but it seems those small minded people never quite understand, but you understand, don't you, Frank? Just because I plucked a single leaf from a tree doesn't mean that the entire tree's system will fail. It will patch the abrasion without even the slightest thought put into their effort, the tree will continue, create a leaf to bloom in the raw of spring to replace it's spot, it's all the exact same, you see, Frank?" he questioned sincerely, his chin gently tucked warmly against the heal of his hand as his fingers gently spun around his raven locks. I nodded sheepishly, for what he said truly did make since I guess… except the part of replacing the person. I'm sure people could never have the heart to have a child to replace the one they lost, it just seems so… wrong. It's almost as if they were born a replaceable child and that is an almost sickening thought.
Gerard shifted quietly, fingers stills working like a spindle for those trickles or hair tickling his chin as a gentle smile crawled across his soft pink lips.
"A fairly smart creature you are, Frank, although I detect a bit of defiance in agreeing with my analogy. Why is that, Frank?"
"It's nothing, I mean, I agree with you for the most part, it makes plenty of sense" I mused quietly, rolling his words gently across my thoughts again knowing he was more correct than incorrect. He chuckled lightly, my eyes snapping back up to re-connect with his in confusion as he leaned forward, far enough away that my eyes needed not to refocus, yet close enough that his moist breath rolled over my face.
"It's funny, seconds ago you were trying to come of as such a confident, fearless, and bold agent that was determined to face me with a sort of superior dominance, yet you can't even bother stating your own opinion? As I've said before young Franklin, you have much to learn my dear amateur and inexperienced creature."
"I said I agree with you, sir, I'm sorry that you can't understand such simple words. Seems like more of a personal problem to me" I snapped in a rather weak and plastic voice, almost like one of the evil villain action figures whom seem so terrifying and defiant, yet when you press the little plastic button on their back, you get a stiff and unexpected voice that sounds nothing like the real villain, and not the least bit intimidating. Gerard grinned devilishly as he folded one of his knees against his body to rest his grey sweater sleeve concealed arm across it.
"There you go again, Frank, with your once again sad attempts in making me flinch. I'm sorry that you can't understand and hear all of your very own words, maybe even a sadder story since it's coming from the owner of the voice. You said that you agree with me for the most part rather than the entire analogy. So what is that supposedly small and unimportant part that you slightly disagree with me on, Frankie?" he prodded patiently, hand unwinding from his slightly wavy locks before lazily and intentionally fluttering to rest on the freezing scraped concrete surface, dangerously close to my black converse coated feet.
I could feel the pressure in my legs as they began trembling, my foot beginning to noticeably twitch at such a close contact with this man. It was like trying to force two magnets of the same side together, my body shook violently in my week control wanting to shoot across the room to smother safely against the wall and he knew it. He grinned as he leaned forward more, hand slowly creeping across the floor, capturing one of my untied shoe strings between his steady and skilled fingers. I sharply tugged my entire leg away, safely tucking it against my body.
"It's not important, okay? I'm not here for you to deliver me a questionnaire as to why I disagree with certain parts of your opinion. It's no big deal, let's move on now. Wh-"
"Is it that you know you were one of those children, Frank? One of those pointless little children whose only purpose of being born was to replace that older brother that you never knew? Because you know you were named his exact name, nothing more than a stunt double for them to look at and love the image because it fits your brother, not because they love you, because that is something they don't do, Franklin, poor vulnerable Franklin" he stated, sitting up straight, eyes boring uncaringly and viciously into my own, his sharp irises clouding with a yellow fog, like a child breathing against his glass eyes.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! They love me, they are my family, I love them and they love me!" I screamed, nails digging into the concrete as I forced myself closer to him, wanting so badly just to rip off that perfect face, that too beautiful face, faces like that shouldn't exist because their only purpose in life is to laugh in the faces of the ugly, people like me. He shouldn't know these things, these things that I told my mom I would never talk about with anyone… which almost makes what he says make sense... they were trying to forget him, completely.
"Or maybe it's your other brother, the one your family completely disowned years ago when they discovered he was a homosexual, a sick and disgusting fag. Maybe what scares you even more is the fact that you, the very replacement to such a despised and disgusting being, you too are exactly the same type of person that your brother was… a disgrace to god, an unnatural mistake that if found out will be disposed of like a broken baby doll and replaced. That scares you doesn’t it, Frank? The fact that you too can be easily replaced just like all your other brothers that your parents taught you not to call brothers, that they taught you to forget about, Frankie. You're scared of disappearing, losing the only people who you apparently have been forced to believe love you, isn't that right, young Franklin?" he asked quietly, leaning across the floor, elbow planted into the ground some distance from his body as his chin rested there, so close to me that if I sat forward anymore I would knock foreheads with him.
Close enough for me to remove the hidden gun from my pocket to press it to the soft flesh the stretched delicately across his face. I could feel the tears burning in the back of my eyes, the invisible hands clutching tightly to parts of my rib cage, shoving out untamable and painfully loud breaths as I fought back the pain compressing my throat that told me to just break down. Crying in front of him wasn't an option, showing any form of weakness in front of this cold hearted bastard was something I couldn't do because it's exactly what he wants.
"What is this? You're little way of getting off and feeling superior by taking a piss out of me? You think you are so fucking wonderful because somehow you've found something out about me that no one else knows? So what, maybe my parents did lose him, maybe they did have me because it hurt them not having a child to tuck in a kiss good night. Oh, and wonderful for you, go ahead, scrape me down about being gay all you fucking want, do it, I don't care. Maybe my parents would disown me for it, but they don't know about it, and they haven't disowned me yet, so it doesn't matter. I don't know how you know the things you do… I really don't know, but you're not any better than me just because you can rub it in my face, so if you would like to get the stick out of your ass and be civilized and answer some questions, that would be wonderful. I don't want to be here anymore than you want me to, just answer these and I'll leave you to talk to your fucking pictures" I growled angrily as I shoved backward, away from his face. How could I ever have thought of him as somewhat pleasant and beautiful with observations, I should have known… After all, most murderers are assholes.
"Be civilized says the cussing, disgraceful homosexual, what a wonderful example of being civilized. Although I must say your offer is quiet tempting, what a imprisoned murderer exiled and cut off from the rest of the world would do for a moment of silence, because it's just never quiet enough here in your opinion, is it, Frank? Why is it that you are so desperate to escape from this prison, Frank? Is it not that simply luxurious and comfortable caging that you hoped for it to be? What is it that you plan on even doing once you break free of these offices, dear Franklin?
To run home crying, immediately nestling comfortably into the very corner he was so brutally murdered in just so that you can get a taste of his lovely scarlet liquid that splatters on the wall to this day, buried beneath your layers of dark paints. So that you might fantasize that you were the one who tore his flesh apart bit by bit, leaving behind a sloppy unrecognizable carcass for the other FBI buzzards to graze on. You so wished it, Frank, you wanted it so badly but when you walked into the apartment one day to find the messy and unorganized wreck caked in the corner, you wanted nothing more than to be in that position to save him, isn't that right, Frankie?" he asked quietly shifting closer as warm skin brushed gently over my hand for a brief moment before I yanked it away leaving his burning finger tips to float gently above the warm air space that my hands used to occupy.
He doesn't know this, why does he know this, why does he fucking know this and how? What is wrong with his sick, sadistic, bastard…? I shoved to my feet, towering over him for a minute, unable to hide the obvious burning and possibly reddening of my eyes as tears seeped over the rims, slicing across my dry white board face.
"I'm assuming this was the "price" to pay to get answers that I have yet to get?" I whispered quietly, refraining from letting any of my voice to break through and cause the sobs to rack my lungs. "Well I'm tired of this game… I haven't paid you any fucking thing. You might be able to bring back memories that hurt me, but you can't destroy me." He chuckled lightly, rising to his feet inches away from me.
"Believe me, Frank, I can destroy you in the most gruesome ways possible, and since you are somewhat different that the others… I'll have the pleasure of saving up the most morbid ways for you, my dear" he whispered quietly, slowly running his finger tips across the exposed skin that lies tight beneath my chin. It wasn't planned, never in my right mind would I have done it any other time… but when you have been plucked to a raw, there is nothing you fear anymore. I grasped his wrist tightly, my fingernails slicing into his soft and vulnerable flesh as I shook with fury, inhaling sharp and rapid breaths to refrain from blowing up in murderers face. His fingers froze against my skin, without him even daring to withdraw as an all too familiar grin stitched slowly across his lips. I dug my nails deeper into his flesh until I felt the sticky red liquid seeping out from beneath my fingernails, bubbling and fighting between the tiny cracks and pores of his skin to be free of his poisoned arteries.
"Then why don't you do it right now, Gerard?" I growled, snarling as the blood dripped across my hands, slipping across my palms and down my elbows before flinging themselves to their concrete coffins. A sinister grin settling upon his lips as a sudden unrecognizable emotion swelled through his smoldering ember irises as he lifted his free hand, catching a blood droplet and saving it from it's unjust suicide. It rolled across the palm of his hand, swelling like watercolors of rubies and sunset rays. I watched as it trickled and seeped through the lines and creases of his palms like scarlet rivers, and I almost wanted to say that it was beautiful in the most sickening way…
"Because, my young Franklin… I am having far too much fun with this…"
"And the fun is over" I mumbled releasing his wrists and stepping over toward the door, wrapping my fingers around the solid steel reinforcement. It felt so frigid as opposed to the warmth that still contaminated my flesh after radiating from Gerard's.
"You still don't know why they chose you, do you, Franklin, dear?" he questioned as I cracked the door open, the energy and electricity from such hostile situations seeping into the clean and pure atmosphere outside this room, corroding it's invisible skin. To be honest I never did understand why they picked me, the intolerable weakling who could be so very easily broken down without it even being in a persons intentions to do so.
"No… I don't, I can't even begin to understand…" I mused quietly as a chuckled dripped from his lips.
"I'll let you figure that one out yourself… although there will be so much more to it that you will be yet to understand… just remember, everyone is connected, Frank…" he called quietly and I swung the door open, locking it back before listening to the echo of my shoes pounding against the rough sticky floors of the hallway, my escape route from my potential defeat.
|_____________________Authors Note_________________________|
This was a 4 1/2 paged chapter, so I hope you enjoyed!
I hope you liked it, this has been one of the better chapters I think because you learn so much yet don't know hardly anyting.
Who is this person that Gerard is talking about Frankie finding dead?
Why did Frank's parents lose the first child before using Frank as a replacement?
Where is the other brother that was disowned by the family, what has become of him?
What does Gerard mean bye "all things all connected" and why [i]did[/i] they choose him?
So many questions!
So what ia your theory?
Comments letting us know your thoughts of where the story is headed and what you think are wonderful [:
=Shaun
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