23| Falling Into Slumber

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"Sell your soul, not your whole self."
-The Neighbourhood

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Frans ignored the strong smell of ethyl acetate in the air. After all, he knew very well how to ignore annoying things, just like he ignored his ringing phone.
But he was way too busy to pick up, besides, he didn't want to face the reality so soon.

Thea chuckled, causing Frans to peek up and raise an eyebrow at her.

"It's just that... you're so focused."

Frans shrugged, glaring at the nail polish. He probably hated it more then he thought he would.

He got to bed rather early yesterday after leaving the Golden Cat studio. Meaning, he had the will to wake up earlier just to tell Pixie to let Marvel know he would have his morning off.

By the ringing phone it was obvious Marvel had not taken his morning off.

But since Frans was already at Thea's place, he would just have to let Marvel wait.
When Frans had knocked on Thea's door, not really knowing would she or someone even be there, he was surprised to find Thea struggling with red nail polish.
Frans had offered his help, not really knowing what he got himself into.

"You've been redoing it for at least six times by now." Thea mused.
Frown was on Frans' face as he tried to make it look near perfection.
Thea laughed as Frans cursed, he had messed it up again.

"Just leave it be, it looks alright tho."

"No it doesn't! It looks like you stuck your finger into paint and then-"

"Frans, it looks alright."
Thea assured him, trying so hard not to laugh. In her eyes, it was adorable.
Frans was not impressed, how can something as polishing nails be so frustrating and hard.

While polishing her nails, Thea had asked few questions about his job, questions for school project which was now almost done.

"Are you hungry or would you like a cup of tea?"

Thea asked while eyeing her nails, it wasn't half as bad as Frans claimed it to be.

"Well I-"

Frans was cut off as front door slammed, startling both of them.

"Oohhh Theaaa! Your food machine is home!"

The familiar voice announced, Thea's eyes widened as he looked at Frans, panicking. Frans couldn't help but chuckle, Victor was one of a kind.  
He stepped in the room and his light eyes narrowed slightly as he saw Thea sitting on her bed and Frans kneeling in front of it. This might just look a little bit odd.
Frans stood up, his back and knees cracking. How long had he been there already?

"Hey Victor! How's it going?"

He asked with a smile on his face. Victor had a odd smirk plastered on his face as his eyes jumped from Frans to Thea and from Thea to Frans again.

"I don't know, you tell me."

He said, winking at them. Frans raised an eyebrow, smirking as he noticed how embarrassed Thea was.

"Anyways, I'll leave you two to be and go make some cacao."

As he was about to leave he stopped and looked back.

"Or you want some t-" he coughed "hea?"

Frans laughed, the guy was impossible case.

"Victor!"

Thea scolded, hiding her face in her pink pillow.

"Cacao sounds good."

Frans said, turning to follow Victor out of the room, but his phone stopped him. It must  of been at least tenth time.

"You should answer it."

Frans knew he should, he's been playing on Marvels nerves for quite awhile now. 
He sighed, as he was about to pick up his phone, the ringing stopped. Frans frowned and slid his phone in his pocket. He'll call Marvel back after cacao.

He entered the small kitchen where Victor was placing mugs on the table. The small apartment was lately becoming his favourite place to be, it was like his own little hideaway, even if he had nothing to do with the place.
"So I-"

The loud knocking on the door cut Victors sentence off.

"Who the hell is that."

The light haired boy cursed as he went to open the door.
The old wooden door creaked opened, revealing no one else but the one and only, Marvel.
Not even glancing at Victor, Marvel pushed past him, ignoring his protests Marvel marched into the kitchen, almost like he knew Frans was right there.
On the door was Trent with two other bodyguards, standing like statues as Victor stared at them blankly. Almost like daring them to come in.

Frans' eyes widened as Marvel stopped in front of him, not a single emotion on his face.

"Car is outside."

He said with monotone voice, he didn't even look annoyed or grumpy. Marvel was always grumpy. 
His grey eyes looked the wall behind Frans, there was something fishy going on.

"Okay, I'll just say goodbye to-"

"Car is outside."

Marvels eyes snapped to Frans, the emotions were all swirling in his eyes, it was slightly terrifying. The way he held himself, so formal and tense was confusing.

"Sure, let's go then."

Frans left the kitchen, Marvel tagging along. He was surprised to see three other bodyguards there as well, one of them being Trent.
Victor was still staring at them, it was visible that Trent was already feeling a bit uncomfortable, unlike the other two who were just staring back.

"See you later."

Frans said as he was literally pushed past Victor, before Vic could say anything, they were out of the building and Frans was pushed in the back seat of an unfamiliar car. This one was not Marvels.

One of the unknown guards sat on his right as Marvel sat to his left.
The atmosphere was tense and Frans groaned mentally. What now.
  It was raining so hard outside, making it almost hard to see their location. People on the streets ran to shops, bakers while others were lucky enough to have an umbrella.

"Where are we going anyways?"

You would think they would go to another studio or business house, or even somewhere extra fancy but oddly, they were driving away from all the luxurious and fancy buildings.
Something was definitely up, what exactly, Frans didn't know. But it seemed he would figure it out soon.
  He realized know one had answered his questions, so he asked again. Maybe they didn't hear.

"Where are we going?"

He asked, a little bit more annoyed. No one even glanced at him, they were completely ignoring him.

"Marvel? Trent?"

Nothing, absolutely nothing. He raised an eyebrow.
Frans crossed his arms and leaned back, guess he just had to wait and see. There was quietness, not even radio was on as Marvels phone rung.
  He picked it up, listening to the person on the line.

"No. We are not coming there. We've got more important things to do."

With that, he muted his phone, locked it and slid in his pocket, turning away from Frans. Going where? And what important things?
  Frans' blood ran cold as the car stopped in front of a hospital. What had happened? Nothing bad, of course. He is just visiting some ill kids again, isn't he? He has visited kids in the hospitals before, he didn't mind, but why such a secrecy?
  The outside was full of people and paparazzis, it was crazy and he was actually glad he's got more then one bodyguard with him. He once passed out because he was alone in the sea of suffocating paparazzis. It's horrible what they are capable for a good front page line. They even had started pulling his hair for some kind of juicy story.

As they left the car, all cameras flashed in his face and questions were shouted. It was a bit hard to understand since everyone were yelling something, but some questions that terrified him he still heard.

"What exactly happened with Fredrick King?"

"Will your father be here as well?"

"How's Fredrick feeling?"

"Did he step on the road or did the car ran him over?"

"Do you think it was suicide attempt?"

As the doors closed behind them, cutting off all the unwanted attention, Frans was feeling more and more sick. What isn't Marvel telling him? What had happened with Fredrick?
    Not knowing was making him more and more anxious.
He was leaded to the elevators, to eleventh floor. People they passed didn't even look him with the usual hunger for a signature or a photo. Their eyes were filled with pity.

They stopped in front of a room 2710.
   He opened the door slowly.
There he was, laying on the hospital bed. Frans stepped in, not trying to make any loud noises. There were countless bruises on his face, arms and rest of the body.

He sat down next to his brother. Some of the bruises would surely leave a scar, but that wouldn't matter.

"What happened?"

He asked quietly, not daring to look up.

"He was heading to work when someone ran over him with a truck. The truck crashed into a shop, running him over."

"Did they caught the person?"

Frans asked, venom in his voice. He slid his fingers down his brothers injured arm. He noticed his other arm was in cast.

"The car didn't have a number, they think it was planned."

Planned? Who could want to hurt Fredrick and why would someone ever do that? Whoever it was, he was going to find them and they would pay.

"When will he wake up?"

"He is in a coma, Frans."

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