I'm a little stuck on this, which is why it's come out a bit slower, but I'll have a lot of free time soon so I'll unstick myself.
"Frank..." Matt said in a whisper. He looked down at the body in between them, and then to the handgun in Frank's hand.
Karen came running seconds later.
"What happened?" she asked, blinking. "Frank, we were talking and you..."
"Yeah, I know, ma'am," Frank told Karen, but his eyes were not on her. They were absolutely locked onto Matt. Frank was staring at him, waiting for him to act. His eyes were terrified, but there was something else beneath that terror. Matt saw the spark of defiance, the spark of who Frank really was deep down. "I realized you couldn't do it, sir. Your form was down, you haven't slept..."
"You killed him," Matt whispered, still a bit surprised.
Then, he realized that was probably the wrong choice of words, because Frank was looking at him with a bit of a terrorized look of defiance. They had not beaten that last shred of it out of Frank, but that didn't mean the man wasn't scared.
"Ma'am, you should leave," Frank said, turning his attention to Karen. "I know that I went against your wishes, sir. Can I ask that she leave?"
"Why should she leave?" Matt asked. Then he paused and realization dawned over him. His heart beat a little faster and he stammered to speak. "Wait...I..."
"He's not going to punish you, Frank," Karen said finally, managing the words for him. "Ma...Daredevil, we need to go inside now and get you cleaned up, okay? I'll call the police and let them know about the...the body..."
"She's right; I'm not going to punish you," Matt said, trying to pretend above all things that he was calm. He was anything but, but Frank was in no mental state to know that. "You saved me, Frank, and that's all that matters. You're right. I wasn't mentally equipped to handle an attacker and I let him get the upper hand because my mind's been everywhere lately."
"I'm a killer," Frank told him, looking up with an intense stare that Matt could actually feel. "I'm a cold blooded killer and I deserve everything I got in the Slave Office, sir. I know that and you know it too, but you're far too kind to say so... You were relieved when I got put away. I could read it on you, sir. I won't forget that."
Fill - The Only Man - 9/? - Frank/Matt, slave au
"Frank..." Matt said in a whisper. He looked down at the body in between them, and then to the handgun in Frank's hand.
Karen came running seconds later.
"What happened?" she asked, blinking. "Frank, we were talking and you..."
"Yeah, I know, ma'am," Frank told Karen, but his eyes were not on her. They were absolutely locked onto Matt. Frank was staring at him, waiting for him to act. His eyes were terrified, but there was something else beneath that terror. Matt saw the spark of defiance, the spark of who Frank really was deep down. "I realized you couldn't do it, sir. Your form was down, you haven't slept..."
"You killed him," Matt whispered, still a bit surprised.
Then, he realized that was probably the wrong choice of words, because Frank was looking at him with a bit of a terrorized look of defiance. They had not beaten that last shred of it out of Frank, but that didn't mean the man wasn't scared.
"Ma'am, you should leave," Frank said, turning his attention to Karen. "I know that I went against your wishes, sir. Can I ask that she leave?"
"Why should she leave?" Matt asked. Then he paused and realization dawned over him. His heart beat a little faster and he stammered to speak. "Wait...I..."
"He's not going to punish you, Frank," Karen said finally, managing the words for him. "Ma...Daredevil, we need to go inside now and get you cleaned up, okay? I'll call the police and let them know about the...the body..."
"She's right; I'm not going to punish you," Matt said, trying to pretend above all things that he was calm. He was anything but, but Frank was in no mental state to know that. "You saved me, Frank, and that's all that matters. You're right. I wasn't mentally equipped to handle an attacker and I let him get the upper hand because my mind's been everywhere lately."
"I'm a killer," Frank told him, looking up with an intense stare that Matt could actually feel. "I'm a cold blooded killer and I deserve everything I got in the Slave Office, sir. I know that and you know it too, but you're far too kind to say so... You were relieved when I got put away. I could read it on you, sir. I won't forget that."
"Frank. Daredevil. Inside."
Both looked at Karen and then Matt nodded.