This is a continued tale, do not review based on lack of knowledge. Previous chapters went into some outline, and characters will be revealed over time. Thanks for your patience.
Frank walked out from the underground 'office,' having every intent on follow the doctor's orders. Now Frank, he thought of himself like any average guy, only he was a bit shorter than most men. Standing five feet two inches, short, black stylish hair, with spikes of blond tips, brown eyes that he loved to contradict with a good pair of colored contacts, usually in violet, blue or crazy fades of the time. His suit, a dark blue, pin-stripped Gucci, with matching dark blue, leather shoes.
Frank looked younger too. A baby face. Too damn thin for anyone to find him a real threat. People did not't pay much attention to Frank in life. All he had were video games, fast food, and a pimpin' black pinto with purple flames painted, chipping and voted 'ugliest car' in high school. Strangely, Frank had a disorder that made him very passive, until someone pushed his buttons way too far. That disorder caused his anger to turn him into a raging idiot. One that usually got his ass kicked, and running home to his un-feeling parents to cry, alone.
But since meeting the doctor he has been learning how to channel his rage. All with the help of a special injections, giving him a real sense of purpose and belonging. Never had he been so accepted. Frank also noticed that with these injections, he possessed a sort of inner strength. Strength that made impossible things possible, and those pricks that had been pushing him around, quickly stopped.
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He arrived on 6th street in exactly, twenty-fives minutes after the doctor wished him to fetch Larry P. Frank quickly found the location described by the doctor. Upon entry, he was greeted by a tall black man, standing close to six foot four, two hundred and forty-seven pounds, dressed in a scientist's garb, and a huge pair of odd-shaped spectacles. In the tall man's hands were a pair of rods. He looked everything 'intimidating' and knew it too. Such presence!
"Who dares disturb my work?!"
Frank backed away from the front door, a bit startled, though quickly gained his wits. "Lucius wished five of your contraptions. He desired them within..." he paused, glancing down at his black, diamond Gucci watch, "Twenty-two minutes." With that, Frank took no more time in getting to know the man, or speaking. He did what he had been instructed.
"Ah, go tell him to eat shit and die. I'm busy damn you people! MY WORK! OH MY GOD! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU ALL, YOU HEAR ME! ALL OF YOU FUCKS WILL DIE! DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" The screaming continued long after Frank dismissed Larry P.
Frank knew when it was best to leave the man alone. His rage was not his concern, only his job and pleasing the doctor. Frank knew to expect Larry P at the office too. Of course, after his rage died down first. Little did Frank know, that little scene Larry P threw, half of the town would hear about within a matter of minutes. Exactly what the doctor had intended.
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