Rhinestone Eyes (Frank x Reader)

Chapter 4

You toyed with the paper in your hand as you went up to the apartment. The paper was now crumbled up and starting to wear, and you know you probably shouldn't have done that. As you exit the stairs to the 2nd floor, you exit into the hallway, and you can't help yourself but wonder if the strange man is going to appear once again. You wouldn't exactly mine, for the adrenaline during that last moment actually felt quite nice looking back. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't love that high. Besides, you have a gun with you. If anything was to happen, shoot the dude!

'God he's like some time traveler or something,' you thought to yourself. You look at the address. You are only a few steps away from the room. Nothing much is going to happen over than a pleasant conversation that's going to end Mr.Wilson's little scavenger hunt. You and the woman will laugh and chuckle about it, and maybe you two could become friends afterwards.

It's the apartment...

You swallow a lump in your throat and start to make a fist in order to knock. Something didn't feel right. Would it be too weird to explain what's going on to her? Will she feel uncomfortable? God literally have a gun on your hip of course she'll feel endanger. It was stupid for Wilson to give this gun to you, but it was also stupid of him to get himself involved in something that wasn't his business.
You go ahead and knock onto the wooden door, but it swung open with barely any pressure. That's odd...

"Hello?" You call into the apartment. You open the door some more revealing the trashed room. Curtains were torn apart, a leather couch ripped to shreds, and just junk everywhere across the dirty carpets. You enter, trying to avoid anything that is already broken. You set your right hand onto the handle of the gun, using your left to balance yourself out.

"Hello, this is Y/N L/N from Wilson Investigators, I'm just here to ask questions," you announce to the room. Still silence. Then you felt a chill run up your spine, along cane a flash of blue. You whip your gun out, pointing at Frank who was behind you. His mask's eyes locking onto your pistol. You two stare at each other, neither of you turning away.

"You must be Frank," you break the moment of silence between the two of you. He nods. "Not much of a talker?" You say as you do not break your stance. He gestures sorta in response. "Well then Frank," you start, "you are going to have to explain yourself. How are you involved in this, and am I someone I can trust?" After you ask, Frank points with his leather glove towards the crumbled paper in your pocket. You slowly lower your gun to take it out. Wham!

You fell to the ground, stumbling to get up. He had hit you with a brief case of some sort. You couldn't tell, your vision was getting blurry and the room was starting to spin. You try to pull yourself up while also attempting to reach the gun across from you. He kicks your elbow. Your head slams back to the ground.

As your vision goes black, you hear a faint sound. "Sorry it has to be like this," he whispers.