Hello, King Spike Rules here and here is the next chapter to Lonely Wars. Here is the end to the Itty Bitty fight and I hope you enjoyed the chapter with the building of Franky in it.

Chapter 18: Grand Voyage Part 2.

Franky looked at Itty Bitty, seeing the Stand and its user sharing a wicked smirk as they watched him from above. Readying himself, he jumped to the side just as Itty Bitty swooped down, its beak-like nose whizzing by at high speeds.

Even as Franky rose back to his feet, he saw the guy's hand descending towards him, ready to crush him against the counter. "Try keeping yourself focused, gnat. This won't be fun if you die too fast," the man said, his hand barely missing as Franky rolled away.

As the attacks kept coming, Franky began to panic. 'How do I get out of this? Why is it happening to me? How did things even end up like this?'


Franky grew up in a tough part of the city of Chicago with a strict mother, punishing him for even the smallest thing he did. His father was nothing more than a lowlife who spent more time with alcohol than with his son. According to them, all Franky ever did was make their lives worse.

This continued on until Franky's fifth birthday, where he dropped a fork he was using to eat his cake. But with that small mistake, his mother flew into a fury, smacking him around in the kitchen before sending him off to bed and throwing the rest of his cake in the trash.

That memory, horrible as it was, had never been forgotten. Because that was the last one he ever had of his mother.

Once he awoke the next morning, both of his parents were dead. Franky stood there in his pajamas, shocked at what he saw. Pools of red surrounded their bodies, bullet holes through their chests.

The sight was burned into his brain. From that day on, he couldn't look at blood without being violently sick. He had no family, and he had no justice. He barely had shelter, having been put in one of Chicago's many orphanages, and lost amidst a sea of faces. His only friend was a strange figure that nobody else could see. It didn't talk much, so Franky named it himself; Graceful Door.

At fourteen, he decided to just leave and head out on his own, becoming a tough guy to survive as best he could. This went on for two years, until he met a man who saw something in him. Something of value. To this day, Franky didn't quite know why Kite had let him join his group. But it didn't really matter that much to him; all that mattered was the feeling of being wanted. For the first time in his life, he had a home.


'You know what? I don't regret a thing.' Franky leaped out of the way of the hand only to see Itty Bitty flying towards him. Frank glared at it, standing proud against the insect.

"Come and get some, you bastard!" Franky yelled out, summoning Graceful Door to punch the counter and form a door. Before Itty Bitty could change direction, Franky pulled it up, slamming it into the Stand's face. The user's face began to bleed, and quickly covered it up with his sleeve. hoping that his targets weren't paying attention to the counter.

Seeing Itty Bitty's nose was stuck in the door, Franky smirked before sending Graceful Door to launch an attack. But before he could deliver the blow, Itty Bitty's nose popped off, much to Franky's surprise. Now freed, the Stand shot out of range moments before Graceful Door could act.

"You like my Stand's Nose Dislodge technique? Well, you'll love this; it has a second effect." the guy said, making Franky's eyes widen. He slowly turned around, and as he saw it start to beep, his eyes widened. Graceful Door rushed to make another door, Franky ducking under it just before the beeping stopped.

And in that moment, the beak exploded.

Franky, rocked by the sudden explosion, was left staggering for a few seconds. But a few seconds was all the enemy's Stand needed to swoop in and land a hit, piercing Franky to the door. Franky coughed up blood, looking down at the new beak pinning him to the wall.

Itty Bitty pulled its beak off once again and flew away from Franky, the bomb starting to beep. Franky looked at it in a haze of panic, feebly clawing at it. 'Blood! There's blood all over my shirt! Oh god, oh god!' Trying to focus, he shook his head and summoned Graceful Door. He had it grab the bomb, using all its power to break it off. The Stand tossed it into the air, leaving Franky to duck behind a utensil to escape the explosion.

But the damage had already been done. He clutched his stomach in agony, eyes trying not to look at the blood pouring from the hole in his stomach. 'Shit.' Franky thought, feeling the blood staining his hands. Dizziness began to overwhelm him, and he tried the best he could to avoid passing out.

"Oh, don't have a strong stomach for blood? Well, I guess you don't have a strong stomach for anything anymore," the guy said mockingly. "But I do have to clean up this mess, so I'll do you a favor." The guy picked up a dish cloth, and brought it down around Franky, making sure to wipe up all the blood. With Franky still inside, the guy threw the cloth off of the counter, leaving Franky thinking one thing. 'I'm about to die. Just like Mom.'

The man laughed in open glee at Franky's despair, the cloth getting closer and closer to the floor. Hearing that laugh caught Franky's attention, and he managed to snap out of his stupor. Looking around, Franky couldn't see anything to save him until he saw movement.

Attracted by the scent of blood, a fly was buzzing around underneath him. Under the cover of the cloth, Franky jumped towards it and landed right on top of it. "Hold on," Franky murmured, holding onto the fly's antenna and using it to steer them out of the man's field of vision. "This isn't over."

"Hey, orders up," the chef said, getting the guy's attention. He smiled, heading to the window to get it. Hiding his face to keep the ruse up, he placed the plates on the counter, smiling wide and looking at the food on them.

"Now that the pest is out of the way, I can take care of them all now," he said, taking out more patches and pouring them into the food. Of course, he made sure to put it inside burgers, stirred in a milkshake, sprinkled in with fries. Satisfied that it was well-hidden, he put the food on the serving plate, and carefully carried it to the group while smirking at his disguised friend.

Franky saw all this from his mount of the fly and flew down, bussing around the others' faces in an attempt to get their attention. "Damn fly," Kieth said, swiping at it a few times. Suddenly, he pulled out his revolver, causing Allan and his partner to stop in their tracks. They both stared at Keith, desperately hoping that he hadn't just figured them out.

"Are you out of your mind? It's a fly, for God's sake!" John shouted, putting the gun down and looking at the waiter with a reassuring smile. "Sorry about that, he has a tendency to overreact." The guy and Allan both let out a sigh of relief. An audible one, which Kite managed to pick up on through the noise of the diner. He put a hand on his chin, staring thoughtfully at the table.

"Damn it, they can't see me," Franky said, flying around and looking at them all from above. Sweat poured down his face, and he raced for any kind of solution. 'Come on Franky, you need to figure out how to stop them from killing your friends and taking Mary away. Think, think, think.'

A thought popped into his head and he looked down. His eyes narrowed before he zoomed down towards the guy. Franky continued to stare at the guy, inching closer and closer towards him before letting go of the fly and falling into the back collar of the guy's shirt. Franky used Graceful Door to punch his back and make a door. Opening the door, he stared at the red liquid underneath. Taking a deep breath, Franky dived in.

"Huh, what w-auggghhhhh!" the guy screamed, dropping the food all over the floor, gaining the attention of the whole diner.

"What the hell is wrong?" Kieth asked him. They all looked at the guy, who was reaching for his back and looking like he was in utter agony. Allan was worried even more, but he saw Kite stealing glances at him, and didn't want to break his cover.

Inside the guy, Franky held his breath and floated through the vessels, using Graceful Door to get through them quickly before arriving at his heart. Glaring at it, he summoned Graceful Door and sent him to unleash an onslaught.

"DORDORDORDORDORDORDORDORDOR!" Graceful Door shouted out while punching the guy's heart several times. Innumerable doors appeared all over him, and with a final punch, all the doors opened simultaneously.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the guy screamed out in pain, holding his chest with blood running from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. Finally, he fell to his knees, falling still. The whole group looked at him, sharing horrified or confused faces before he fell to the ground. Dead.

"Jackson!" Allan yelled out, getting up to look at his friend. Slowly, he realized what he did. Looking over at the group, whose eyes were now fixed on him. Before he could do or say anything, Franky slowly began to grow to his normal size. The group was shocked as they looked at Franky, his hair wet with blood and running down his face.

Despite their concerned expressions, his eyes were focused only on the guy in front of him, glaring at the imposter. The guy looked frightened, and opened his mouth to say something...before throwing some silverware at him. He used this as a distraction and ran for the door, smiling as he was getting away from them.

"Graceful Door." Franky summoned his Stand and punched at the window, forming a door before the guy could even get out of the diner. Seeing Franky, the lookalike turned to run, only for Graceful Door to punch his legs, making a door that separated his ankle from his body. With a loud thud, he fell to the ground.

"You two put me through a lot of hell today," Franky said, walking around Allan. He knelt down to look him in the eyes, giving the guy a look of his furious face before he continued, "But you helped me get over my blood problem, so I would like to thank you and ask you to do me a quick favor."

"W-what?" Allan asked, looking at him and his eyes, fearing for anything he could say or do to him in this instant. Franky took out a comb and used it to slick back his hair while posing with his hands in his hair.

"Tell the devil to make room, because the Major and the rest of you assholes will be joining Jackson in HELL!" he yelled as Graceful Door appeared. It began to unleash a barrage of punches, each one forming a door, and each one hitting him with such force that he was knocked into the air. All at once, the doors opened, and Allan yelled out as his body was cut into pieces. His cry cutting out, he fell to the ground.

A few hours later, the group had done their best to explain everything to the employees. Of course, they hadn't been able to see much, but what they had seen had convinced them that something supernatural was afoot. They quickly accepted money under the promise that they wouldn't tell the news about what happened. And once that was done, the group were on the road heading on Route 66.

"Franky," Kite said from the back of the van. Turning his attention from the currently empty road, Franky looked back to see his leader gazing at him with a proud smile on his face. "You did really good today." Franky smiled and continued to drive on over the road.

TBC.


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