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Frank sat atop his purple silk sheets, his laptop plopped down in front of him. His hazel eyes scanned over the words in shock. In the last five months over thirty fertiles had gone missing, taken from places that fertiles should feel safe in such as, parks, roads on the way home, school and even from their own homes.
Frank couldn't imagine what it must feel like to the families how had lost their fertile. How the mothers must have cried, how the fathers must have despaired. Frank could imagine his mother, wallowing in her bed, how his father would search tirelessly for him, and Gerard. Slamming the top of the laptop down, he closed his eyes not wanting to think of how this would affect Gerard. Flopping back onto the bed, he let his arm fall over his face as though he were trying to hide from the real world. As he lay there he felt the bed sink to the left of him. His eyes flickered open to meet hose hazel ones that made him feel as though he was safe and hat everything would be all right.
“ What’s wrong sugar?” the voice sent soothing warmth down his body. He knew he loved this boy before him.
“ All of those poor fertiles Gerard. I want to know what is happening.” He saw the Dom above him flinch. Bolting into a sitting position he looked the Dom directly in the eyes.” You know something don you Gerard” he studied the Dom closely seeing him sigh in defeat.
“ You know the fertile David?” the Dom questioned tentatively.
“ Yeah he goes to school with us”. The fertile responded, feeling a sensation of dread resonate through his core.
“ We found his body this morning” nothing could stop the ice that shot down Frank’s spine. His eyes met Gerard’s and he could see how much this was affecting the Dom. he pulled Gerard to him and lay his head atop the Dom’s chest. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as his mind raced, thoughts of those bright green eyes that were so sweet and innocent, how his choppy chestnut hair framed his face, he was so kind and gentle. Frank’s thoughts couldn’t help but dash to Mitchell, David’s boyfriend. Frank’s heart broke at the thought of the pain that Mitchell had to be going through.
“ His body is under going an autopsy right now” Gerard said softly, holding the fertile to him. He felt anger bubbling in his chest at the memory of the body.
The pale flesh was mangled and torn, loosely dangling from the muscle and bone. The place where his eyes were supposed to be was now just empty, bloody chasms. His chest cavity was open for everyone to see the gourd hole his heart should have been in. his mouth open to scream his final scream. So much blood painted the blood around the small body.
Gerard felt his insides burn as he thought of the small possibility that, that could have been his Frankie. His arms subconsciously tightened around the mourning fertile. He felt that little face nuzzle into his neck and relaxed slightly, reminding himself that it wasn't his Frankie who he had found, his Frankie was here now in his arms, far away from harm. He hid his face in Frank’s hair not wishing to think of anything ill happening to Frank.
Frank could tell that there was something wrong with Gerard, he didn't want to push the topic how ever, understanding that it would be tender, that it would have something to do with David, and he would be best not knowing this minor detail. He felt the tears continue to fall when the door to his room opened and he looked up into the concerned eyes of his mother. As soon as his mother saw the tears that laced his vision, he bolted for Frank tearing the young fertile from Gerard’s arms, holding him tightly to his chest.
“ Oh Frankie what’s wrong?” his mother cooed, instantly wanting to protect his son from all of the evils in the world, as long as he would never see him cry again.
“ David’s dead momma” Frank muttered before hiding his face in his mother’s chest again tears pouring faster and harder now.
Gerard looked at the two fertiles nestled on the ground. He heard more footsteps and saw Shadows standing there, motioning for him to follow behind him, Gerard got to his feet and snuck past the mourning fertiles to follow the Dom. The atmosphere in the Dom’s office was dark, it was solemn. He looked and saw sadness etched on the face of the powerful Dom before him. He knew that the Dom could feel what he felt about the whole situation.
Something wasn't right; something was hidden deeper within the causalities. There was something much darker and deeper underneath all of this. He walked over to the window as the larger Dom was pouring himself and glass of whisky. Chugging back the drink Gerard watched him cringe at the bitter burn in the back of his throat. He waited patiently for the much older and wiser Dom to speak. The atmosphere growing more and tense by each second that passed. The air was thick with rage and sadness. These conflicted emotions were driving Gerard nuts he just wanted to get this over with, get everything that they had both been thinking out in the open.
“ You're a smart boy Gerard,” the larger Dom said before shooting back another shot of whisky. The burn sliding down his throat and helping to quell the emotions building up to the brink ready to burst.
“ Thankyou sir,” Gerard said bowing his head humbly to the wiser Dom. He analysed the tense motions of the other Dom’s muscles.
“ I am sure that you have figured out what is happening now haven’t you?” Shadows spun on Gerard and watched him closely. His muscles rigid and taught under his tense skin.
“ Yes I have sir.” Gerard looked to the elder Dom wishing him to confirm the fears swirling in the base of his gut. He jolted slightly when the larger Dom spun on him. His face deadly serious, a mask of anger and vengeance. Gerard knew what was coming next.
“ A war is Coming”
Frank couldn't imagine what it must feel like to the families how had lost their fertile. How the mothers must have cried, how the fathers must have despaired. Frank could imagine his mother, wallowing in her bed, how his father would search tirelessly for him, and Gerard. Slamming the top of the laptop down, he closed his eyes not wanting to think of how this would affect Gerard. Flopping back onto the bed, he let his arm fall over his face as though he were trying to hide from the real world. As he lay there he felt the bed sink to the left of him. His eyes flickered open to meet hose hazel ones that made him feel as though he was safe and hat everything would be all right.
“ What’s wrong sugar?” the voice sent soothing warmth down his body. He knew he loved this boy before him.
“ All of those poor fertiles Gerard. I want to know what is happening.” He saw the Dom above him flinch. Bolting into a sitting position he looked the Dom directly in the eyes.” You know something don you Gerard” he studied the Dom closely seeing him sigh in defeat.
“ You know the fertile David?” the Dom questioned tentatively.
“ Yeah he goes to school with us”. The fertile responded, feeling a sensation of dread resonate through his core.
“ We found his body this morning” nothing could stop the ice that shot down Frank’s spine. His eyes met Gerard’s and he could see how much this was affecting the Dom. he pulled Gerard to him and lay his head atop the Dom’s chest. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as his mind raced, thoughts of those bright green eyes that were so sweet and innocent, how his choppy chestnut hair framed his face, he was so kind and gentle. Frank’s thoughts couldn’t help but dash to Mitchell, David’s boyfriend. Frank’s heart broke at the thought of the pain that Mitchell had to be going through.
“ His body is under going an autopsy right now” Gerard said softly, holding the fertile to him. He felt anger bubbling in his chest at the memory of the body.
The pale flesh was mangled and torn, loosely dangling from the muscle and bone. The place where his eyes were supposed to be was now just empty, bloody chasms. His chest cavity was open for everyone to see the gourd hole his heart should have been in. his mouth open to scream his final scream. So much blood painted the blood around the small body.
Gerard felt his insides burn as he thought of the small possibility that, that could have been his Frankie. His arms subconsciously tightened around the mourning fertile. He felt that little face nuzzle into his neck and relaxed slightly, reminding himself that it wasn't his Frankie who he had found, his Frankie was here now in his arms, far away from harm. He hid his face in Frank’s hair not wishing to think of anything ill happening to Frank.
Frank could tell that there was something wrong with Gerard, he didn't want to push the topic how ever, understanding that it would be tender, that it would have something to do with David, and he would be best not knowing this minor detail. He felt the tears continue to fall when the door to his room opened and he looked up into the concerned eyes of his mother. As soon as his mother saw the tears that laced his vision, he bolted for Frank tearing the young fertile from Gerard’s arms, holding him tightly to his chest.
“ Oh Frankie what’s wrong?” his mother cooed, instantly wanting to protect his son from all of the evils in the world, as long as he would never see him cry again.
“ David’s dead momma” Frank muttered before hiding his face in his mother’s chest again tears pouring faster and harder now.
Gerard looked at the two fertiles nestled on the ground. He heard more footsteps and saw Shadows standing there, motioning for him to follow behind him, Gerard got to his feet and snuck past the mourning fertiles to follow the Dom. The atmosphere in the Dom’s office was dark, it was solemn. He looked and saw sadness etched on the face of the powerful Dom before him. He knew that the Dom could feel what he felt about the whole situation.
Something wasn't right; something was hidden deeper within the causalities. There was something much darker and deeper underneath all of this. He walked over to the window as the larger Dom was pouring himself and glass of whisky. Chugging back the drink Gerard watched him cringe at the bitter burn in the back of his throat. He waited patiently for the much older and wiser Dom to speak. The atmosphere growing more and tense by each second that passed. The air was thick with rage and sadness. These conflicted emotions were driving Gerard nuts he just wanted to get this over with, get everything that they had both been thinking out in the open.
“ You're a smart boy Gerard,” the larger Dom said before shooting back another shot of whisky. The burn sliding down his throat and helping to quell the emotions building up to the brink ready to burst.
“ Thankyou sir,” Gerard said bowing his head humbly to the wiser Dom. He analysed the tense motions of the other Dom’s muscles.
“ I am sure that you have figured out what is happening now haven’t you?” Shadows spun on Gerard and watched him closely. His muscles rigid and taught under his tense skin.
“ Yes I have sir.” Gerard looked to the elder Dom wishing him to confirm the fears swirling in the base of his gut. He jolted slightly when the larger Dom spun on him. His face deadly serious, a mask of anger and vengeance. Gerard knew what was coming next.
“ A war is Coming”
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