A/N Here's a new perspective..ROCKY'S! If I only had a brain...well, he
does in this one! He's actually somewhat SMART! (think more along the lines
of the Rocky in a stage show, where he has lines....damn Peter Hinwood)
It's how he's torn, when at the end of the floorshow, Riff comes barging
in, and is about to kill Frank.
I stood there, shocked in horror. I stared at the man, my true creator, thereating to kill the closest thing to a father I'd ever known. As Riff stared in hate at Frank, I felt myself stiffen. (No not there, get your minds out of the gutter, I have a rating to uphold!) Frank was scared, you could sense it. I knew why Riff was doing this. Riff was the one who created me. It was all his work. I may not of been alive, may not have been awake, but I could still hear outside of the tank.
I could hear all of the things that went on outside my womb. How Frank beat Riff, how Frank claimed me as his own. And how spiteful Riff was because of it. I didn't know which one to side with. There was my true creator, threatening to kill Frank.
But Frank's the only thing that's been my steady. My first love, the nearest thing to a father to me. I loved him, but at the same time I hated him. I hated how he used people. When would I be cast out like the rest? How much longer would it be until I was just a man, taking up space, unwanted, except when he needed to be "serviced."
I don't know what made me do it, but as soon as I saw him fall from the curtain, I ran to him. I was filled with grief. The only thing that I only truly ever had was gone. Killed at the hands of my maker. My creator destroyed what was my father, my lover, the first and last thing I'd ever know.
As I picked up Frank's limp form, I felt the pierce of the laser. It stung. No, I take that back, I was in severe pain, but I ignored it, and kept on going. I kept climbing up that tower. When I reached the top, I just let go. I didn't feel as if I was falling, I felt as if I was floating. Like a leaf, or a feather. Just gently floating to the ground. And then, all went black. I smiled, knowing that I would see Frank again.
I stood there, shocked in horror. I stared at the man, my true creator, thereating to kill the closest thing to a father I'd ever known. As Riff stared in hate at Frank, I felt myself stiffen. (No not there, get your minds out of the gutter, I have a rating to uphold!) Frank was scared, you could sense it. I knew why Riff was doing this. Riff was the one who created me. It was all his work. I may not of been alive, may not have been awake, but I could still hear outside of the tank.
I could hear all of the things that went on outside my womb. How Frank beat Riff, how Frank claimed me as his own. And how spiteful Riff was because of it. I didn't know which one to side with. There was my true creator, threatening to kill Frank.
But Frank's the only thing that's been my steady. My first love, the nearest thing to a father to me. I loved him, but at the same time I hated him. I hated how he used people. When would I be cast out like the rest? How much longer would it be until I was just a man, taking up space, unwanted, except when he needed to be "serviced."
I don't know what made me do it, but as soon as I saw him fall from the curtain, I ran to him. I was filled with grief. The only thing that I only truly ever had was gone. Killed at the hands of my maker. My creator destroyed what was my father, my lover, the first and last thing I'd ever know.
As I picked up Frank's limp form, I felt the pierce of the laser. It stung. No, I take that back, I was in severe pain, but I ignored it, and kept on going. I kept climbing up that tower. When I reached the top, I just let go. I didn't feel as if I was falling, I felt as if I was floating. Like a leaf, or a feather. Just gently floating to the ground. And then, all went black. I smiled, knowing that I would see Frank again.