Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 11 - A Bloody Gift

"Come on mein schöner Prinz... Come see the gift I set up for you."

When the dopplegänger speaks, you can almost tell what he's talking about. Was Francis dead? Was this the end for you? You were almost too scared to walk out of your hiding spot, but you had to be sure that what you were hearing was untrue. You wouldn't believe that it was true. Never in twenty million years would you believe it.

You unlock your hiding spot and go out on trembling legs. When the dopplegänger sees you, he smirks.

"Ahh... There you are."

Laying behind him was a bloody and bruised Francis. You hold back a scream that dared to escape your throat. This couldn't be happening.

"You... You monster." you manage to choke out through heavy streams of tears. "This is all your fault. Stupid dopplegänger."

"Now you wish you hit that button when you had the chance, don't you?"

"Shut up." you growl, pulling out a broken blade from a pocketknife you had before you fell down the stairs at your own apartment... Embarressing. It shattered in two.

"Let's not result to violence..."

"Oh I will. This is my last straw." you charge at the dopplegänger, but he's too quick. He catches your wrist and snaps it back, causing your eyes to go wide, gasping at the sudden numbness in your left limb.

"Now you can never get away from me." the dopplegänger purrs, smirking at you while you whimper and whine from the pain your snapped arm. Seeing your sobs, the dopplegänger frowns. "Please don't cry..."

"Don't talk to me. I don't want to hear your voice." you watch Francis' limp body behind the clone twitch, strained groans falling from his mouth.

"You... Bastard." Francis groans out, grabbing onto the dopplegänger's heel and tugging it roughly, forcing him to fall.

You immediately race to Francis' aid with your right arm—your other one being broken—trying to tend to his bloody face.

"Oh god... This is bad.." you murmur quietly, knowing your injury was much worse than his as yours was a snapped bone. It was likely it wouldn't heal very well...

"Yours seems worse, kleine maus..." Francis chuckles weakly, tugging you closer to him. "Please don't leave." he whispers in your ear quietly.

"I won't... No, I won't for a while." you reassure, hugging him close to yourself.

The dopplegänger slowly rises from his fallen state, glaring down at Francis and you with a hatred that rose above the lust he felt for you.

"Oh you traitor... Leaving me for that sick man."

"You're the sick one." you counter, glaring back at the clone, "A real boyfriend wouldn't chase his lover when he wants to be alone. A real boyfriend wouldn't attack someone because of the lust they feel." you growl, standing up with your blade now in your hand which happened to still be intact.

"No.. A real boyfriend loves his partner to death. A real boyfriend gets lovesick."

"Liar!" you shout, swiping the blade at the dopplegänger, causing him to lose balance and fall to the floor.

This would scar you for life, but it was the only solution. Stradding the dopplegänger's lap on the ground, you plunge the blade deep into its body, removing it and doing it again, and again, and again, and again.

When the dopllegänger stopped replying and stopped breathing, you finally noticed what you did, backing off with a fearful expression. "I killed him..."

"You did the right thing eine könig." Francis reassures, now pulling you into his lap to place soothing kisses against your neck. "He's gone now.. Everything is going to be okay.. Okay?"

You nod in agreement and lean back into Francis' touch, smiling to yourself and at the now dead clone's body on the floor.

"You did a good job, Y/n. I'm proud of you." Francis said before passing out with you in his lap. Soon after, you pass out too, clinging to him like a baby to its new mother.