This is the second chapter to Falling out of Place.
Author: Wolfshifter2001
Disclaimers: I don't own Kindred the embraced nor the characters use
in Kindred the embraced tv. show.
Summary: This story is a about Frank.
email: honeyj7106@aol.com
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The loud pounding on the door continues. Standing on the other
side of the door stood a ruggish middle age man. For a man that was
closing in on fifty, he already had gray hair and was balding in the
middle. He stood tall at six feet. His clothes barely fit over his
overweight body.
The man lifted his chubby hands to the door to continue his
outragious knocking. To make matters worse, the man started to yell
out profanity to get Frank's attention.
Inside the home, Frank was finally starting to stir. Once his
hearing caught the sounds that were coming from outside his apartment.
Half awake he reached for his alarm clock. It took him a few seconds
before he could make out the time.
*What the hell? I only been asleep for a minute and someone is
already trying to bother me.* Frank angrly thought to himself. *Why
can't people get the hint that I don't want to be bothered.*
Frank stumbled out of his bed grumbling the whole time about
everybody kicking a man while he is down. He mad his way through the
living room and to his door.
"Alright. Alright, I'm coming. You can stop with all the
now." He had to yell just to be heard over all the ruckus.
It didn't seem to have any affect expect for making the man
outside get louder.
"What?" Frank asked angrly as he opened the door. His
patience already worn thin.
He didn't have time to think before he was punched right in the
jaw. Going on instinct, he grabbed the arm before it could hit him
again. He twisted the arm bringing the man around and slamming him
face first into the wall.
Holding him tight, Frank started to question the man. "Who the
hell are you and what the hell do you think you were doing hitting a
police officer? Do you know that I can arrest you right now for
assault? I can haul you off to the station right now." Frank told the
man in his most menacing voice.
"You killed my wife, you basterd. Does that give a clue to who
I am." The man sneered out.
Frank felt the shock run through and he losened his grip that
he had on the man. For the first time in days, he had completely
forgot about the shooting. A shooting that had cost an innocent woman
her life.
"I'm sorry for your lose. It was an accident. I didn't mean
to shoot her. I was aiming for a murder suspect. I did my best to
save her." Frank said softly to the man even though in his heart he
truly believed he could have done more.
"Your sorry?" The man growled out. "You shot and killed my
wife and now your saying that your sorry." The man got loose from
Frank's hold and attacked him like a lion would his prey
Finally the man got tired of beating on Frank. He left him
lying on the hall floor. It was thirty minutes later when Frank
finally opened his eyes or at least tried to. His left was swollen
shut and he could barely open his right eye. He took in a deep breathe
and soon regretted it as pain engulfed him. *Probably a broke rib or
two.* He thought as he tried to calm his breathing down to make it
less painful. He stood up slowly mindful of his ribs. He slowly made
his way inside his apartment. Once he got inside, he collasped in
exhaustion.
Author: Wolfshifter2001
Disclaimers: I don't own Kindred the embraced nor the characters use
in Kindred the embraced tv. show.
Summary: This story is a about Frank.
email: honeyj7106@aol.com
**********************************************************************
The loud pounding on the door continues. Standing on the other
side of the door stood a ruggish middle age man. For a man that was
closing in on fifty, he already had gray hair and was balding in the
middle. He stood tall at six feet. His clothes barely fit over his
overweight body.
The man lifted his chubby hands to the door to continue his
outragious knocking. To make matters worse, the man started to yell
out profanity to get Frank's attention.
Inside the home, Frank was finally starting to stir. Once his
hearing caught the sounds that were coming from outside his apartment.
Half awake he reached for his alarm clock. It took him a few seconds
before he could make out the time.
*What the hell? I only been asleep for a minute and someone is
already trying to bother me.* Frank angrly thought to himself. *Why
can't people get the hint that I don't want to be bothered.*
Frank stumbled out of his bed grumbling the whole time about
everybody kicking a man while he is down. He mad his way through the
living room and to his door.
"Alright. Alright, I'm coming. You can stop with all the
now." He had to yell just to be heard over all the ruckus.
It didn't seem to have any affect expect for making the man
outside get louder.
"What?" Frank asked angrly as he opened the door. His
patience already worn thin.
He didn't have time to think before he was punched right in the
jaw. Going on instinct, he grabbed the arm before it could hit him
again. He twisted the arm bringing the man around and slamming him
face first into the wall.
Holding him tight, Frank started to question the man. "Who the
hell are you and what the hell do you think you were doing hitting a
police officer? Do you know that I can arrest you right now for
assault? I can haul you off to the station right now." Frank told the
man in his most menacing voice.
"You killed my wife, you basterd. Does that give a clue to who
I am." The man sneered out.
Frank felt the shock run through and he losened his grip that
he had on the man. For the first time in days, he had completely
forgot about the shooting. A shooting that had cost an innocent woman
her life.
"I'm sorry for your lose. It was an accident. I didn't mean
to shoot her. I was aiming for a murder suspect. I did my best to
save her." Frank said softly to the man even though in his heart he
truly believed he could have done more.
"Your sorry?" The man growled out. "You shot and killed my
wife and now your saying that your sorry." The man got loose from
Frank's hold and attacked him like a lion would his prey
Finally the man got tired of beating on Frank. He left him
lying on the hall floor. It was thirty minutes later when Frank
finally opened his eyes or at least tried to. His left was swollen
shut and he could barely open his right eye. He took in a deep breathe
and soon regretted it as pain engulfed him. *Probably a broke rib or
two.* He thought as he tried to calm his breathing down to make it
less painful. He stood up slowly mindful of his ribs. He slowly made
his way inside his apartment. Once he got inside, he collasped in
exhaustion.