From Silent Dreams {1/4?}
Title: From Silent Dreams {3/5?}
Summary: Frank is a psychic who has only begun to realize his powers.
Author: me… mamoo13
Pairing: Frank/ Mikey
Rating: R (may go up)
POV: Frank
Disclaimer: Not real. Too lazy to come up with a clever disclaimer.
Author's Notes: Not sure if this will go far. I'll continue if people like it...
Warnings: Guns, homophobia, discrimination
Previous Chapters:
{Starless eyes for Heaven’s sake}
“Frankie, wake up,” Mikey shook me gently and I jumped awake. “Frankie? Babe, are you okay? You were thrashing and mumbling in your sleep.”
I’d been dreaming again. That awful dream. It kept coming. Again and again. Night after night.
I whimpered slightly, glancing around the darkened hotel room. Mikey wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head gently. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered helplessly into his chest. “I just don’t… know…”
“Please, Frankie?”
I closed my eyes tightly and snuggled closer to him. “I heard popping noises- gunshots, I assume. Everyone panicks, and starts running and screaming.
“My only thought is to keep a tight hold of your hand and run out. But just before we’re free,” I took a shaky breath, hot tears forming behind my eyes, “you get shot. Right through the heart.
“The gunman laughs, saying we’re fags. And then he shoots me.”
Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, soaking his t-shirt. I buried my face in the soft cotton.
He held me close, whispering sweetly to me and kissing my hair softly until I was asleep.
The rest of the night was dreamless.
~~~~~~~~~
I ran, harder, faster. Ran away from the terror. Ran away from the dream.
I ran all the way to the mall, and burst through the door to Borders’, still at top speed. I dashed though the store, to the back room, where I knew I would find Mikey.
I collapsed in his arms the moment I saw him, instantly dissolving in tears.
“It’s back,” I whimpered into his chest. “The dream, it’s back. And you weren’t there when it came, and… Mikey, I’m scared,” I ended in a whisper.
He pulled me closer, tightening his embrace. “It’s okay, Frankie. I’m here now. It’s okay.”
He held me that way for a few more minutes before realizing that he had to get back to work. He gave me a few dollars for the coffee shop, and with a little bit of hesitation, sent me there, saying to come find him if I needed something.
I sat on the soft couch of the Borders’ coffee shop a few minutes later with a cappuccino in my hand, still a little shaken up from that damned dream. All I wanted was for it to go away. For some reason, I knew it wouldn’t. Not unti-
“Excuse me, dear?” An old woman sat down next to me suddenly, pulling me away from my thoughts. I stared blankly at her, taking in a mass of frizzy brown hair, covered with a shimmering silver scarf. She had on two huge hoop earrings, a flowing fluorescent purple skirt, a sequin- encrusted black shirt, and seven extremely gaudy rings.
She smiled as she watched me observe her. “I’m Madame Scarlette. What is this dream you’re worried about?”
~~~~~~~~~
Once again, sorry for the tremendous delay. I've been having a serious case of writer's block. Thank you to anyone who is still reading this, without you, nothing would have come from this...
So I've decided to add a part two to chapter 1, because it was depressingly short. So now, with two short parts, ch 1 has grown larger!! I'll be moving on to chapter 2 soon. And by soon, I mean soon!! It's written, as is chapter 3, aaannddd chapter 4, and they only need to be typed and posted!! Hopefully my inspiration will last long enough to finish out this story.
Thank you again, anyone who is still reading this, I love you all!!
♥ Faith
Summary: Frank is a psychic who has only begun to realize his powers.
Author: me… mamoo13
Pairing: Frank/ Mikey
Rating: R (may go up)
POV: Frank
Disclaimer: Not real. Too lazy to come up with a clever disclaimer.
Author's Notes: Not sure if this will go far. I'll continue if people like it...
Warnings: Guns, homophobia, discrimination
Previous Chapters:
{Starless eyes for Heaven’s sake}
“Frankie, wake up,” Mikey shook me gently and I jumped awake. “Frankie? Babe, are you okay? You were thrashing and mumbling in your sleep.”
I’d been dreaming again. That awful dream. It kept coming. Again and again. Night after night.
I whimpered slightly, glancing around the darkened hotel room. Mikey wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head gently. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered helplessly into his chest. “I just don’t… know…”
“Please, Frankie?”
I closed my eyes tightly and snuggled closer to him. “I heard popping noises- gunshots, I assume. Everyone panicks, and starts running and screaming.
“My only thought is to keep a tight hold of your hand and run out. But just before we’re free,” I took a shaky breath, hot tears forming behind my eyes, “you get shot. Right through the heart.
“The gunman laughs, saying we’re fags. And then he shoots me.”
Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, soaking his t-shirt. I buried my face in the soft cotton.
He held me close, whispering sweetly to me and kissing my hair softly until I was asleep.
The rest of the night was dreamless.
~~~~~~~~~
I ran, harder, faster. Ran away from the terror. Ran away from the dream.
I ran all the way to the mall, and burst through the door to Borders’, still at top speed. I dashed though the store, to the back room, where I knew I would find Mikey.
I collapsed in his arms the moment I saw him, instantly dissolving in tears.
“It’s back,” I whimpered into his chest. “The dream, it’s back. And you weren’t there when it came, and… Mikey, I’m scared,” I ended in a whisper.
He pulled me closer, tightening his embrace. “It’s okay, Frankie. I’m here now. It’s okay.”
He held me that way for a few more minutes before realizing that he had to get back to work. He gave me a few dollars for the coffee shop, and with a little bit of hesitation, sent me there, saying to come find him if I needed something.
I sat on the soft couch of the Borders’ coffee shop a few minutes later with a cappuccino in my hand, still a little shaken up from that damned dream. All I wanted was for it to go away. For some reason, I knew it wouldn’t. Not unti-
“Excuse me, dear?” An old woman sat down next to me suddenly, pulling me away from my thoughts. I stared blankly at her, taking in a mass of frizzy brown hair, covered with a shimmering silver scarf. She had on two huge hoop earrings, a flowing fluorescent purple skirt, a sequin- encrusted black shirt, and seven extremely gaudy rings.
She smiled as she watched me observe her. “I’m Madame Scarlette. What is this dream you’re worried about?”
~~~~~~~~~
Once again, sorry for the tremendous delay. I've been having a serious case of writer's block. Thank you to anyone who is still reading this, without you, nothing would have come from this...
So I've decided to add a part two to chapter 1, because it was depressingly short. So now, with two short parts, ch 1 has grown larger!! I'll be moving on to chapter 2 soon. And by soon, I mean soon!! It's written, as is chapter 3, aaannddd chapter 4, and they only need to be typed and posted!! Hopefully my inspiration will last long enough to finish out this story.
Thank you again, anyone who is still reading this, I love you all!!
♥ Faith