Barbed Wire Love

Frank sighed contentedly and tilted his head back slightly, allowing the raindrops to hit his face. Everyone started to run as the rain began, but on the contrary, Frank slowed right down, taking in the cold wetness on his face.

He took a seat on an already-wet bench, watching everyone from school run by, complaining about the weather. Frank's always been perfectly content not having friends, being alone. You see people every day, huddling together and traipsing after each other in the fear that they'd be seen alone, but it's what Frank prefers.

Within 10 minutes he found himself at his front door. He reluctantly took out his keys, rain hitting his hair and dripping down his face. Prolonging the last few seconds, he made his way inside.

"Frankie?"

He sighed inwardly. He really didn't like that name.

"Yes mother"

"What took you so long? You're soaked through!"

He sighed again and flipped his rain sodden fringe out of his eyes, seeing the small reproachful-looking woman standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"I'll be fine"

"No you won't, you'll catch a cold like that. Go change"

Frank nodded silently and dropped his bag at his feet, heading to his bedroom. When he returned back to the kitchen his bag had been placed on the table and the books spread out.

"Homework then dinner" Frank's mom said promptly, tying an apron round her waist.

"Okay. What are we having?"

"I thought I'd try to follow pursuit tonight. Vegetarian lasagne"

They didn't always get along, Frank and his mother. Ever since Frank's father had left they'd been somewhat distant. He could never fully bring himself to blame hides father, he simply wasn't in love anymore.

Frank gazed as she waltzed around the kitchen, and gave her a small smile as she glanced over at him. It was nice she was trying.

"Thanks mom"

*

7am, like any other day, Frank was awoken by Mrs. Iero knocking on his door, coupled with his exceptionally loud alarm clock. He reluctantly sat up in his bed, roughly rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

He took a shower, using a generous amount of his favourite lime shower gel. Granted, the scent was a little feminine, but in an odd way it suited Frank well.

He pulled on his battered old Misfits hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans, and once again began his trek to school with his earphones in and blasting.

To say that Frank slammed straight into someone on his way there was not a big surprise, considering the loud music banging away in his eardrums and with his head ducked low. The force of the blow and his short stature meant that he was sent tumbling backwards, almost losing his footing.

He looked up and saw a man, perhaps in his late twenties towering over him. He had strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, and a rather intimidating expression.

"I-I'm sorry" Frank choked out.

The man glared at him for a moment and took a small step towards Frank, until a slightly shorter man with dark -almost black- hair and hazel eyes placed a hand on his shoulder to push him on. The man shrugged the others hand off and looked back down to me.

"Whatever. Watch where you're going, kid"

Frank nodded quickly and jumped to one side, allowing the two men and another two behind them to pass by. Frank glanced back before shoving his earphones back in and shaking his head, continuing on. He didn't notice the group stop and look back as he walked away and turned into his school. The man with the dark hair and wicked hazel eyes cracked a sly grin.

"Boys? New plan. I think I found somewhere. Call backup"

*

Frank groaned internally. Goddamn school assembly. It was so pointless, all that ever happens is that the sports games scores are announced, then the principal makes an excruciatingly long prayer that you're forced to sit through, even if you're not religious. He reluctantly followed his class into the hall, sliding into a seat in the 2nd row.

As usual, the headmistress began talking and Frank slouched into his seat along with the other pupils that couldn't care less about rugby. His eyes began to drift close. If anyone tells him off, he could just say he was closing his eyes to fully take in what Mrs. Kyle was saying.

Her voice was becoming more and more vague, but the only thing Frank cared about was the satisfying feeling to his tired eyes being shut. Damn, how many hours of sleep did he get last night? He was sure he got enough...

Boom.

Franks eyes flew open to see no less than two dozen people dressed head to toe in black, bursting through the assembly doors with rifles in their hands, abruptly silencing Mrs Kyle and causing shrieks of horror from nearly half the room.

The taller of the masked men closed the doors and stood across them, blocking the exits and one of the smaller men advancing towards the headmistress with his rifle raised.

Frank sat frozen in his seat, too fucking terrified to speak or move. He was among most people, but some decided to scream and jump up, thinking that they are going to somehow be able to escape. Three more men instantly pointed their guns into the crowd of students, their voices loud and threatening.

"Sit the fuck back down. I will blow every one of your fucking heads off!"

Frank lurched under the cheap plastic chairs along with everyone else, clamping a hand over his mouth to stop himself from screaming. This cannot be happening. He's drifted off and is dreaming about this. Yeah, that'll be it.

He heard more yells and gave in to desperate curiosity, raising his head a fraction of an inch to see what the hell was going on. The man on the stage was screaming at Mrs. Kyle, the gun pointed directly at her chest. Over the sobs and whispers, Frank heard her voice, weak and wobbly resignedly speak a sequence of digits.

The tears seemed to freeze mid-stream down her face as the sound of a bullet being shot from a rifle. There was a chorus of repressed screams and gasps as 200 pairs of horrified eyes are glued to the front. They had shot Mrs. Kyle.

The few teachers that had been standing at the side, frozen in horror lunged forward. More shots. More bodies hitting the ground. There was another chorus of screams, and the men yelled back, pointing their guns towards the pupils to shut them up.

"Go" the man said roughly to one of the others, turning away from the crumpled body.

He finally turned to the students, glaring down at them. Frank whimpered and ducked lower. Despite the balaclava, Frank managed to lip read what the man murmured to his fellow gunman- "Go get a few of them"

The larger man nodded and started down the aisle, stopping and suddenly yanking a girl from Frank's year to her feet. She let out a blood curdling scream and struggled in vain against the huge man's strong grip.

The whole school watched in horrified silence as he grabbed another few girls and pushed them into the arms of his fellow gang members. He returned to the front and both men's eyes flashed around the room, the shorter man whispered once again and the other gave him a sly smirk, before returning to the crowd, directly towards Frank's spot. Frank's heart dropped. No no no no no, not him.

The man bent down and picked Frank up by the scruff of his hoodie, dragging him to the front with the rifle pointed to his head. Frank struggled weakly, the shock preventing him from trying to make a half decent getaway. Frank looked from the rifle to the man's face, his heart pounding away. Those piercing blue eyes.

They looked horribly familiar.

Notes

First chapter up! I've never put one of my stories up online before, and I'm not sure where I'm going with this one, but I thought I may as well. Let me know what you think (that's if anyone reads this story).
-killjoybyname