What If Franklin had been kidnapped by the chinese? What Michael and Trevor escaped from North Yankton, and Franklin was tracked down by the Chinese.
AU: Michael had gotten his family back before the Chinese, but when Trevor goes nuts and flies to North Yankton to see for himself what Michael was hiding, Michael ends up flying after him. Both manage to escape... But what about Frank
Michael sped down each road with the thought of Franklin. What if he was dead by the time he got there? Franklin should've never been brought in this mess.
If fucking Trevor hadn't been so fucking furious, Franklin would've never been tracked down. Michael had been using that app to track down something or someone, given by Lester.
He frantically kept looking down at his phone to see if he were closer to the red dot, sweat had been gathered together on his forehead, running down all sides of his forehead, the stinging pain in his eye when one drop would get into his eye.
"Fuck! Finally!" Michael cheered looking at his phone as he saw the red dot getting closer, it had led him to a Meat Locker.
He hadn't had much time to grab a good weapon, he flipped the glove compartment and grabbed his combat pistol.
Franklin hanged upside down, the blood pressure to his head was so much, he felt as it could explode, he lookes at his white t-shirt which used to be white was caked with crimson red in spots. He left eye was swollen shut and probably damange for life, and his ribs were probably broken. "FRANKLIN!" He heard his name echo in his head, followed by multiple gunshots. "Kid where are you at?!"
Followed by more gunshots, he thought it had taken forever for him to respond. He could barely move his fingers without letting a painful groan emerge from his mouth. "Mike! I'm over here dawg!" Franklin managed to get out before spitting blood onto the floor and prayed that he would make it out of here.
"Ah, there you are kid!" Michael exclaimed. "Cover your head."
Franklin didn't have time to respond before he felt the cold hard ground hit his body, he groaned in horrifying pain, he arched his back, and elbows pressed farther than his back.
Franklin grabbed a pistol from a dead Triad, and killed the remaining of the Triads. Franklin stumbled and struggled to get back up. Michael put Franklin's muscluar arm over his shoulder, they quickly limped outside. They fell foward when a wave of force sent them forwad to the ground, fire had emerged from the warehouse, and now it was burning to pieces.
"Come Frank, I'll take you to Amanda. She has a college degree in Doctrine." Michael informed.
The only response Michael heard was Franklin groan in pain. His once dark, brown skin was painted blood red, his once white t-shirt, was stained red in multiple places. His baggy paints were also painted red, and boots were stained with red.
Michael had speeded down each road, hoping to get to the De Santa house. He glanced at Franklin who had been silently looking out the window, he had been groaning and grunting every bump of the road.
He had seen the house in the distance, and breathed in relive. He had sped more in the distance, for some quite reason Franklin's body without a care sluggishly leaned forward and slumped against the passenger air-bag.
"No... No Frank... Shit!"
He quickly pulled in-front of the gate, he helped Franklin out the car and began to call for help. "AMANDA!!"
Amanda had been sipping her tea and sitting at the dining room table with Jimmy and Tracey, when she heard her husband scream.
"AMANDA! TRACEY! JIMMY!"
The three rushed from the table to outisde where they saw Michael carry a badly bruised, unconscious, Franklin. Tracey and Amanda had gasped when Jimmy had stood still.
"What happened, Michael?!" She questioned frantically helping Franklin into the house. They had lied Franklin down onto the couch, Amanda ran to the kitchen and nabbed the first aid kit.
She easily ripped Franklin soaked, worn out shirt, off exposing his badly bruised 6 pack. She had wiped blood from his head and mouth. His swollen eye made her want to puke, as he breathing became ragged.
He had began to choke and cough as he made out a word: "Closer..."
The De Santa family put there head closer to the badly bruised 25 year old.
"Take- c-c-care of Chopper...Tell Lamar, to stay alive... T-tell Tanisha... I loved h-her a-and to... have a good life... te-tell my Auntie..." Franklin had taken a final breath and closed his eyes.
"Franklin? Frank!" Michael had sighed and a tear escaped his chest, putting his head onto his chest. "Oh Franklin... I'm so sorry kid..."
He heard Amanda sniff, and Tracey sob. Jimmy had stood there, before walking out to the garage. Michael rubbed his thumb in circles around Franklin's cheek.
He heard thunder, and rain collasped down onto the windows. He had ran his hand through Franklin's short cut fade, Amanda had kissed his forehead. Michael didn't have a clue why she did, she barely knew him and nothing about him.
He had felt a rage inside him and dialed Trevor's number.
"Ah, so I see you made out alive." Trevor psychotic voice came through. "Why aren't you fucking dead?!"
"There's only one of us that are dead asshole!" He yelled into the phone. He heard Trevor's breathing slow down.
"Franklin..." He slowly breathed.
"The chinese tourted him, and killed him. He died in me and Amanda's arms. Stay away from my family, stay away from me. Or I'll rip your fucking head off your right off your goddamn shoulders!" Michael threatened. He hung up the phone and stared at Franklin body, which was becoming blue.
"Fuck..." Michael huffed as Amanda had put a blanket over Franklin Clinton.
"See you later pal..." He thought to himself. Chop had been at Franklin house and Michael had to go pick the old dog up and take care of him...
He had cried the whole drive there...