Sound Of Silence

34| Hourglass

"Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams"
- All Time Low

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There was absolutely nothing to hold onto. Nothing to bite down to and scream till one couldn't even make a sound anymore.

In a city like this, a city that's always in a hurry, was nothing to cling onto. Life would be easy if there were no feelings, none at all.

But those bloody feelings again. Fear, hatred and love. Three main feelings most people feel about other people, but if this person is your family, those feelings hit ten times harder than they should.

Frans ran down the street, he had no reason to take a cab, there was too heavy traffic, he can make it faster on foot.

He was going to make it.

He crashed into people, making them fall and curse at the boy who so well ignored them and kept running for his brothers life, and that was more important to him than his own downhill-gone life.
His lungs already hurt from the running, but he can and will worry about his lungs later. The rain was comforting as it poured down on his sweaty skin. There was nothing else to hear, nothing else except the heavy beating of his own heart, almost like mocking him. Telling him that if he wasn't fast enough his brothers heart would never beat another rush of blood through his veins ever again.

Was he really going to make it?

He knew the hospital Fred was, wasn't far now, in fact, it was just around the corner! He pushed his legs faster, forgetting all the soreness due to adrenaline bumping through his veins.
As he turned the corner, he came to a sudden halt, anger like a lighting, bolting through his body.

They were here, too. Of course they were, where else would they be?
He realized they never really left him alone, but this is madness. Pure, deep and utter madness.

He wasn't going to make it, was he.

The cameras turned his way, it was like they knew. Knew he would be coming from there and knew he wasn't in the building yet.
He didn't care, really he didn't. Besides, the amount of adrenaline in his body did its own job.

They tried to run their way to him, it was like race to them. But what they didn't know was how important the race against time really is.
They yelled their questions, answering them for him as well.

Frans didn't answer, in fact, he didn't even care what they asked or wanted from him.

"Get the fuck away!" he screamed aggressively in one of the reporters face, who seemed to be on live. But there was no time to feel guilty as the reporter was pushed deeper into the mass as others came forwards with the same questions and rumoured answers.

"Get out of my way! What don't you understand!" he was desperate now, it seemed almost impossible to get through them. But he didn't give up, he pushed his way through them, probably breaking a mic or two in the process.

He was ready to throw a punch as someone grabbed a strong hold around Frans' upper arm. He stopped his fist in mid air as he came face to face with Marvel.

Without another word, the man turned around and started dragging him away, his large built forcing the people to move out of his way.

Finally bursting through the front doors, Frans shrugged Marvel off and bolted down the long and pale hallway, hoping that they hadn't changed Fredrick's room.

There was a group of people waiting for the lift, therefore he didn't stay to waste his time. Frans took the stairs he had used the first time he had came here without anyone knowing, or in two words, broken in.

He gasped for air as he threw open the heavy metallic door. His eyes spotted numerous people in the hallway, but his eyes snapped to one person and only familiar face there was. Annie, who was being comforted by a stranger as the tears streamed down her reddening cheeks.

She stood up, leaning on the wall as she spotted Frans in the distance.

He had been too late. The heavy tears falling down Annie's cheeks was all he needed to know.

He had failed, again.

As he was about to take step towards his brothers dearest treasure, someone took a firm grip and pulled him back with force so strong he stumbled into the person.

"Where have you been! Boss will fire us if you keep running away like this, you idiot! You were supposed to meet up with Marilyn Price fifteen minutes ago!" the man angrily hissed in Frans' ear.

Of course his undone job comes back biting him twice as hard.
It was Oswald, and by the sound of it, he was pissed. But so was Frans. No humanity, no feelings, just hot anger.

"Let go of me, scheißkopf!" Frans growled under his breath, attempting to hit the man. But there was no use as Oswald started dragging Frans away.

He trashed, kicked and even bit him. If anything, one would describe Frans as being feral.

Anger, hurt and betrayal.
Three basic emotions that can turn a small amount of rain into a raging thunderstorm.

Anger.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, bruised knuckles and blurred world. Lance yelled at Frans, but he didn't listen. He shouted back, telling him what kind of a knucklehead he is.

Hurt.

He tried to hold in a sob driven by anger, his eyes stung as the feeling of vulnerability washed over him. The feeling hurt like hell, it was burning his lungs.

Betrayal.

He stopped as he realized the drama he had caused. And they had all seen it. Everyone. But he was just sucked into the whirlpool of emotions, and he hated it. Hated, hated, hated.

The car door was slammed shut angrily, and the vehicle started to move away from the place that was becoming awfully crowded.

Frans pulled his legs up to his chest, not noticing the way his shoes were making the seat dirty.
He wished for once there to be someone's arms around him, just for this once. It didn't matter who would hug him, he just wanted to feel someone's presence.

Only arms around his shaking shoulders were his own as he hugged his adrenaline tired body.

He didn't know where he was going or why. But he knew one thing, they were going to pay. He needed to get his revenge, no matter what's the price.