Call Me Zero (Frerard)

21: Take my fucking hand, and never be afraid again.

A/N: quick side note to address real quick - i made a tiny edit in the beginning of the last chapter. there was a little confusion as to who was singing 'i looove youuu' and it was not zero it was in fact frank. sorry to burst that little bubble :(

but here's the next one, and it's not the worst yet. that'll be the next one

anyways, small tw for a tiny bit of violence and blood (punching, short and non descriptive, only a couple)

can't really say enjoy for this one so...

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The clinking of the handcuffs closing sounded like gunfire setting off a race in the silence. And at that very second, Frank heard an aggressive scuffling and scraping coming from the opposite side of the car. He knew Zero was putting up a fight. Of course they would. But he also knew that would not end well.

"Zero!" he snapped hoarsely.

The scuffling stopped for the briefest second, then continued, even rougher than before. Frank couldn't bring himself to lift his eyes to the scene.

"Zero stop!"

It was the first time Frank had ever raised his voice like that to them, and as the echo of it rang out he was met with pure and utter silence. Then, ever so slowly, the almost inaudible noises of Zero's sobs reached Frank's ears. He could practically feel his heart shatter.

The agent's smile grew wider as his eyes shifted from Frank to Zero.

"Got some control over your pet there, I see."

"Don't talk about them like that."

Frank spoke in a soft, shockingly calm voice, though it began to grow shaky in the end.

"Oh, no? And what exactly are you gonna do about it?" The agent taunted him.

A flurry of movement appeared in the corner of Frank's eye, and by the time his head had snapped to the side, it was too late, and he just barely caught sight of another agent swiftly knocking Zero unconscious. Their knees buckled and they crumbled to the ground, hands still behind their back, and scraping their chin on the asphalt. The first agent in front of Frank whirled around, furious.

"I told you I don't want a scratch on that thing!"

"Yes, sir. Sorry s-"

"They're not a thing!" Frank shouted, fresh tears streaming down his face as he watched two SWAT officers carry Zero's limp body away.

They opened the doors of the back of one of the vans and heaved them inside, slamming the doors shut and forcing Frank to finally take his eyes off them. He glared at the agent with all the fury he could muster.

"Excuse me?" The agent mock-laughed.

Frank remained silent.

"Load 'em up boys. We've wasted enough time here."

The agent sneered at him one last time, then, without word, turned on his heels and strode triumphantly back to his own car. The cop behind Frank gripped his forearms roughly and yanked him to the side, guiding him to a second van.

"You gonna put up a fight too, little man?" laughed the voice in his ear.

"Fuck off," Frank spat.

Two more officers opened the back doors, and they were about to shove him in when Frank put his foot out to stop them.

"I want to be in the same van as Zero."

One of the officers laughed.

"'Scuse me?"