Zero Percent -Frerard-

the small man screamed as the inspector pressed the taser into his neck, making frank convulse violently. the inspector sent a painful blow to the back of his head, almost knocking frank unconscious. but frank was never that lucky. the taser was buried into his neck again, and again. becoming even more unbearably excruciating each time. the inspector stopped when frank began to cough blood.
"enough fun for tonight boys, we'll finish this off tomorrow."

Frank looked up, blood trickling down his chin and out of one nostril. His breathing was heavy and slow, taking deep, rattling breaths every time he breathed in. He was half walked, half dragged to a clear cell that still stank of blood and left there, eventually slipping into a fitful sleep.

He was awoken as his cel dor was draged open. he sta up and stared in terror.
"Please..." he whimpered.

gerard threw his phone against the wall. he couldnt beieve how stupid he was, thinking some hooker actually liked him. he was so pathetic. but still he tried to get hold of him. maybe frank was just working, maybe he was with a client. gerard seethed with jealousy, before realising how obsessive he was being. after the 34th time gerard was told that 'frank couldnt come to the phone right now and to leave a message after the tone' he gave up. frank wasnt calling him back, he was just going to have to go alone.

It was a couple of days Later when Frank was driven down to the backend of the city adn, beaten and bloodied, basically left for dead. He stumbled around vaguely for a while before finding a door, a red strangely bright within the surrounding monochrome buildings. He knocked weakly, deciding to ask if they at least knew where he was, because he sure as hell didn't. He didn't recognise the man ho answered the door, the rbight red hair throwing him as he trued to remember a face he was sure he'd seen before.

"frank?" gerard gasped, taken aback by the man stood before him. frank looked terrible, his eye sockets bruised and his lip busted. his eyes filled with tears as he fell in to gerards arms.
"i thought i'd never see you again. oh god what happened frankie?" gerard felt tears prick the corners of his eyes as he held the smaller man in his arms.
"lets run away."

Frank gave a small sob, yet didn;t pur out the details of this torture onto the man he barely knew. He buried his face in his chest, trusting the firt man who hadn;t treated him like dirt as he made a decision that would change his life.
"Ok."

gerard took frank into his house, leading him into a dingy little kitchen. frank hid slightly behind gerards shoulder as he saw another man in the kitchen. he immidiately jumped up and wrapped his arms around gerard.
"frank, this is mikey, my little brother."

Mikey looked at him like he would've smiled, but isntead his mouth stayed in a vague line.
"Yo Fronk" he said, swiping a hand through his hair "So you're the hooker Gerard told me about"

Frank whinced.

"mikey! what the fuck?" gerard shouted. shocked at his brothers outburst. he gave an apolagetic look to frank before turning back to his brother.
"we're leaving. like now. so pack everything you need and put it in the boot of the car. im going to show frank the trans am."

Mikey smirked "SUre thinG" he said,hedin up Gerards stairs "Remember we need to pick Ray up, and TRY not to get stopped bu dracs."

rank flincged at teh word.

gerard packed a small bag with a few shirts and a pair of jeans. he turned to frank, throwing the smallest shirt he could find.
"sorry if its a bit big. its the smallest shirt i have. i think ive got some jeans too in my closet. and mikey might have some shit that would fit you." frank smiled and pulled the shirt over his head, trying not to show how much the shirt drowned him.

Frank took the shirt and tie off, dumping them on the floor. He stood chewing his lip in an oversized shirt and skirt only jst sticking out underneath.
"Gerard, is this a good plan?"

gerard hesitated for a second, before working up the courage to step forward and take franks cheeks in his hands and pressing their lips together. frank pulled gerard in closer, making him emmit a small moan.
"i promise you, i'll never let anybody hurt you."

Frank smiled at him and scraped his hair out of his eyes, scratching his thigh slightly.
"Thanks, do, er, do you have any... spare underwear?"

gerard smiled down before finding some clean underwear for frank. he handed them to fraank who looked more than slightly awkward. gerard held franks hands to stop him picking at them.
"frankie, whats wrong?"

Frank stopped chewing n hisfingers atnd stared at the ground "Is thereany point coming with you? I mean, you've got your brother, and I'm not useful at all, In can just strip and whore myelf out..."

gerard sighed, looking at their interlocked hands. he really wasnt getting it was he?
"i want you to be with me, i... theres something about you and.... i know it sounds cliche but i think im falling for you." frank blinked at him in stunned silence.
"you know what, just forget it, im just being stupid, you can leave if you want to i just..."

Frank whined "I an;t leave, even if I wanted to I couldn;t." muttered Frank "If I go back I probably wouldn;t get payed because fp these bruises, and I'll be in trouble with any dracs that see me" he flahed Gerard a smile "But...well.. Noone falls for the hooker Gerard, it's not what happens"

"fuck how it works. you're a human being, not some fucking object frank. you have nothing to live for i this shit hole, but you're just too scared to leave because it's all you've ever known, its your safety blanket. i fucking know how that feels, but youve got to trust me frank or you're going to end up spending the rest of your life in some dead end job or even worse. and dont tell me that that's what you want because i know you don't."

Frank gve a small smile at the comparison and sighed.
"Fine, i'll come wih you, but I get into trouble and you abandon me, no heroicsOk?" he said, giving gerard a hard look as he attempted to pull the boxers on.

gerard averted his eyes after discovering that frank had no underwear on, feeling increadibly embaarrassed for some reason.
"i.. uh, sorry. and no, i wont leave you, no discussion, i'll keep you safe from harm anyway so i won t need to be hero." gerard smiled to himself, frank was coming with them.
"c'mon, hurry up and get changed, we gotta pick ray up before midday."

Frank nodded, pulling off the skirt and on some jeans that only just fit, the oversized shirt still fallingt about his knees, maing him look like a hil in his parents clothes. he caem downstairs, hair scraped out of his face.
"Do you mind if we stop by min? You know, so ican grab some clothes that it"

ikey just glowered at him, having just been tld off by his brother for how he treated him.

when they pulled up at franks shitty apartment block, his door was already ajar.
"does someone else live with you frank?" gerard probed, pointing to the door when frank was confused by the question. frank shook his head, eyes widening.
"i'm coming in with you, just to be safe. mikey, stay in the car and be our lookoout kay?" mikey nodded, sulking before turning on the radio.
"turn it off if someone comes."

"Yes sir" urmered Mikey, looking almost annoyed.

Frank walked p to his door, pushing it open and stepping in nervously, not wanting another encounter with draculoids like the last one.
"H-Hello?" he called. He heard a noise and told Gerard to wait n the doorway, that he'd scream if he needed help, and stepped quietly through to the next room.
"Hello?!"

the door slammed shut as frank entered, and a large gloved hand covered his face completely. the sounds of gerard kicking at the door and screaming made frank turn ghostly pale. it was happening again.
"let him go you sons of bitches. fucking let me in." gerard wailed, unable to mask the fear in his voice. he could feel the cheap wood of the door cracking at the mercy of his large boots. as the door gave way he pulled out his pistol.
"don't try and be a hero son. you're defending a fugitive, thats not gonna end well is it now?" a tall man said in a fluid voice. frank had a gun to his head, held there by a drac.
"just turn and walk away, pretend this never happened."
"what do you want with him?" gerard snarled.
"it seems here that this young man has been lying to us. and we dont tolerate liars. you see he was involved in a crime. but we got some information that it wasnt you who shot my good men down Iero. so tell us, who are you defending?" franks eyes were glassy as he said nothing, he looked at gerard as if to say good bye.
"not talking? fine then." the man turned to leave the room, walking past gerard and shouldering him before ordering,
"shoot him."