Playing with power //// Frerard

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DONT WORRY THE ENDING IS SO GOOD AND WORTH IT TRUST ME SLUTS

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Mikey was the first to react, his hand tightening around his gun and his teeth clenching for a long moment. He stared at Gerard's body with a look Frank could only describe as rage, the vein in his temple pulsing visibly as he shook.

"Fuck..." Ray breathed, his eyes wide and full of fear as Mikey strode towards his brother and pushed his shoulder with the toe of his boot. Gerard gasped and choked on a breath that ended in a gurgling noise. Frank felt tears drip down his cheeks as blood bubbled up between Gerard's lips and Mikey dropped to his knees, lifting Gerard's body enough to turn him to his side and allow the blood to run out of his mouth.

"Ray, go and call Julian and arrange for a doctor to come here. Bob, make sure everyone else is dead." Mikey ordered softly, his voice low and empty of emotion. Frank stared at him as he slipped his arms beneath Gerard's body and slowly hoisted him up. Mikey got to his feet slowly, carrying Gerard bridal style. He scowled at Jamia and then at Frank, his eyes seemed to be burning and Frank flinched as he looked away.

"Those two get put in the basement." Mikey whispered coldly before he carried Gerard up the stairs, shoving past Frank and making him stumble.

Ray looked shell shocked for a moment, his eyes drifting over Jamia and Frank for a second before Bob pushed him and he stumbled down the hallway to use the phone. Bob himself ignored the pet and the girl, instead he moved silently round the entrance hall, rolling each body onto its back and then shooting it in the head, square between the eyes.

Frank watched with an increasing feeling of sickness in his stomach. It was any wonder he hadn't thrown up already... He could only stare stupidly at the pool of blood where Gerard's body had been and wonder where he had been hit. It had all happened so fast, it had looked as though Jamia was going to be shot and then Gerard was just suddenly... there.

"Right, come on you two." Bob finished shooting the bodies and turned to fix his gaze on the two people still shaking silently. Frank looked at him and struggled not to fall over as his head span, his body swaying dangerously as he tripped down the stairs and to Bob's side. Jamia stayed where she was, tears making tracks on her cheeks.

"I said come on." Bob repeated, sterner this time. He took hold of Frank's wrist and held painfully tight, scowling at the young girl who looked too shocked to move. "Don't make me drag you..."

Bob's words seemed to fall on deaf ears, Jamia not even looking at him as she continued to shake. She couldn't believe what she had witnessed, she had never even seen a fist fight before let alone people getting shot. When she had gone to Bert for help she hadn't expected any of this to happen. The bodies lying around her were making her panic, her lungs struggling to take in air.

Bob sighed and tutted to himself, releasing Frank to collect the girl. He could tell she was freaking out but he felt no sympathy for her. This was all her fault. It wasn't the first time one of the family had been hurt, but this seemed to be the most serious. People in this business died every day and Bob had learnt to cope with it, but deep down it never got easy.

"Don't say I didn't warn y –" As Bob's fingers touched Jamia's wrist the young woman screeched loudly and jumped away from him, yanking her wrist away and cradling her arms to her chest as she turned wide, wild eyes on the blonde man.

"Get away from me!" She screamed as Bob walked slowly towards her. Frank looked at her before just bowing his head and continuing to stare at the blood on the floor. He could barely hear Jamia's frantic screams as Bob managed to seize hold of her and start to drag her across the floor. Frank thought of all the times he had fought against one of the men when being taken to the basement... now though he had no strength or motivation to try and fight.