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Unexpectedly kind Frank - scary reputation
(Anonymous) 2016-04-27 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)I'm after anything where frank's scary reputation makes someone innocent (one of the cast, random civilian, etc) think he's going to hurt them, and being surprised by his kindness and protectiveness instead,
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(Anonymous) 2016-04-28 05:52 am (UTC)(link)BRB dying :D
[FILL] Re: Unexpectedly kind Frank - scary reputation
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Tanya keeps her mouth shut while Rock shows her off, moans while the clients take their money’s worth from her, and thanks Rock for the roof over her head when they’re done. She takes it and takes it and takes it, and when Rock and his crew sleep overhead on the main floor, she pulls her ratty mattress off the bed frame, cracks off one of the supporting planks, and whittles it into a stake.
She’ll turn thirteen in two days, and for the first time since Rock saved her from the streets she’s going to celebrate.
Only that’s not what happens.
The day before she turns thirteen, the front door, situated directly above her, slams open, and heavy, slow footsteps *thud thud* into the living room. Muffled, aborted shouts from Rock’s crew reach her, and then the *pop pop pop* of handguns. Tanya scrambles for her stake under the mattress and clutches it tightly to her chest. *Dakka dakka dakka* -- rapid fire, something she’s never heard before, something new.
An explosion rocks the house and the basement door crashes open, and dust falls from the shuddering ceiling. Tanya hides behind the musty armchair in the corner, splinters from the stake cutting into her skinny, shaking hands. She watches the warm light of flames dance across the concrete walls of the staircase, and she wrinkles her nose at the smell of burnt wood and flesh. She’s smelled worse.
A body falls through the door and knocks against the wall -- Rock, face bloody, a limp in his step and a phone to his ear. He stumbles down the stairs. “--the fuckin’ Punisher man, you gotta get the hell over here -- yeah, I will, I will, gotta get the girl first. No -- I don’t give a shit what you think; she matters to me.” He snaps the burner phone shut and scans the dingy basement, worry lines deeper than usual. Tanya ducks behind the chair, and someone screams overhead. She recognizes that voice. He doesn’t sound that way when he comes. She almost smiles.
“Sweetheart, Tanya, we gotta go,” Rock says, coaxing and gentle, like he sounded when they first met. Flames crackle overhead, and more rapid-fire hurts Tanya’s ears. There’s too much sound -- she can’t locate Rock in the room.
“Baby, come on.” His voice is closer now. “I know it sounds scary up there, but I promise I’ll keep you safe, okay?”
Safe.
I’ll keep you safe.
Safe. Safe. Safe safe safe safe safe. Safe means a roof over your head and food to eat. Safe means pain and stretching too wide and can’t-breathe-can’t-breathe-please-let-me-breathe and hot tobacco breath in her face and hands on her throat. Safe means apologizing when she’s too tired to perform well; safety means you-can-do-it-baby-just-a-little-more. Safe means tears and numbness and soothing hugs from Rock after the client’s left. Safe means earning your keep.
“There you are,” Rock says, limping around the chair, and Tanya turns thirteen tomorrow but she feels like she’s turning a hundred, like she’s withering. “Come on, baby girl.”
He pets her dry, too long hair with bloody hands, and he reaches for her arm. “What have you got there?” he asks, and he sounds so kind and more people scream and she’s not safe but Rock’s supposed to be safe--
He reaches for the stake.
She jams the stake into the bleeding thigh of his injured leg. “What the--?” He grunts, face twisting in anger, and the house is burning down above her and the men have stopped screaming and he’s never going to touch her again even if it means they both burn to ashes in this hell of a basement.
She stabs him in the throat, and she’s not strong enough to pull the stake out. He scrabbles at it, eyes wide and afraid, and Tanya backs away, numb.
She watches him as he crumples to his knees. She watches as he gurgles around the stake like a mouth around a cock. This time he’s the one who has to take it.
The ceiling creaks, and the light of the flames grows brighter.
She stares at Rock.
She stares at the body.
Footsteps thud-thud down the rickety staircase, and Tanya’s back hits the wall. There’s nowhere to run from the man with the skull on his chest.
The Punisher. She’s heard about him from the news when Rock allowed her on the main floor. She’s heard Rock’s men whisper and warn each other. He’s smaller than she imagined.
“Hey, kiddo,” he says, and his voice isn’t as low as she expected.
The concrete of the wall scrapes against her back. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m so sorry.” She sniffs, but she doesn’t cry. They don’t like it when she cries.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he says, coming closer, and she slides away from him.
“I’m so sorry.” Her eyes feel hot and itchy. She’s not going to cry. She won’t. She wont’t. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
He keeps coming closer, eyes flicking up at the ceiling when it groans. He holds his hands up, palms facing out. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“I’m sorry--” Her back hits the corner, and tears spill. She clutches her hands to her chest, making herself small, keeping her head down so it’ll hurt less. “I’m--” she hiccups. “I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want--”
He kneels down in front of her, and she stops.
“Hey, hey, kiddo, you’re gonna be okay. The only thing I’m gonna do is get you out of this house, and then we’ll find you somewhere safe--
“No!” She darts away, but he grabs her by the arm. “Let me go, let me go! You’re not taking me anywhere!” Her heart races and she has to get away. She has to get away.
Something in the ceiling *cracks*, and the Punisher’s hand tightens around her arm. She sobs. “Jesus Christ,” she hears him say, and the next thing she knows, he’s tossing her over his shoulder. She beats at him and squirms and claws at the peeling wallpaper while he thud-thuds through the burning house, and the smoke makes her throat burn and her eyes water even more.
The next thing she knows, he’s setting her down outside on the lawn. Sirens wail in the distance. He steps away from her but keeps a hand on her shoulder, grip firm enough to keep her from running away.
“I’m gonna make this fast, kid, and I’m gonna be blunt,” he says. His voice drops to a mumble, and it takes Tanya a minute to figure out what he’s saying. “I ain’t a damn therapist” He raises his voice again and holds up the stake. It wakes some small part of Tanya up. She doesn’t even remember him stopping to get it. “When the cops get here, they’re gonna ask about the body in the basement. You tell them it was me, got it?”
She blinks up at him, and he sighs and kneels down in front of her again. Flames engulf the house now, hot enough to warm her even from four bed-lengths away.
“Repeat after me: The Punisher killed him.”
She blinks again.
“Say it.”
Some part of her, the awake part, says, “The Punisher killed him.”
“And then he got me out.”
“And then he got me out.”
“Again. All together now.”
She swallows. “The Punisher killed him, and then he got me out.”
The Punisher claps her on the shoulder. “That a girl. Think you can remember that?”
She nods, and he nods back. “Good luck, kid.”
The sirens get louder, and he pushes himself up and tosses the stake through a smashed window of the house, into the flames. Satisfied, he walks towards an old black car parked on the street. “Wait!” says Tanya, body strangely cold despite the heat of the house.
He stops and looks back at her, firelight twisting across his face.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” she asks.
His jaw tightens. “I don’t kill kids.” Something in his face goes all soft and earnest, like Tanya’s old foster mom’s used to. “And you don’t deserve to die, you understand?”
She nods, but he shakes his head.
“No, I want you to say it. Whatever they made you do, whatever you did, you don’t deserve to die, okay?”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“I don’t….” The sirens get louder, and, throat tight, she looks away, shaking her head.
“Kid, come on. You say it, and then I’ll leave.”
She swipes a hand darkened by ashes across her face. “I don’t deserve to die,” she whispers. It feels like a lie.
“You’re a good kid. You remember that.”
She watches him until his car disappears around the corner, right before the first fire truck arrives.
She’ll never see him again, but she’ll never forget him, either.
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I'll see yall in hell
Re: [FILL] Re: Unexpectedly kind Frank - scary reputation
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(Anonymous) 2016-05-02 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)This was fantastic, anon. It was incredibly true to character, and a brilliant character study of Frank. Thank you!
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(Anonymous) 2017-05-11 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)Then Rock's perversion of a rescue that poisons Frank's genuine attempt that gets shortcutted by the not-so-small issue of the collapsing, burning building. But all that makes his coaching of her outside all the more tender and beautiful. Frank rescues her on so many levels while her prison and abusers burn (with the distance in *bed* lengths!).