Enchanted - Frerard

Chapter Twenty Five

Gerard cursed silently under his breath and slowly stood up, stepping away from Frank who was still sprawled on the floor, powerless.

"Good boy." His father praised falsely. "Took you long enough."

"It's too late, you can't do anything now. The battle has started." Gerard said in a monotone voice.

"HA! I'm pretty sure you'll figure something out, that of course if you don't wish your whore dead." He spat. "I am not gonna lose my beautiful kingdom to that pathetic excuse of a leader!"

Gerard slowly turned to face his father. He was holding up an AK-103 pointed at him and Frank, a mad look in his eyes. Gerard knew that his father was gone, replaced by the desperation and love for authority, the ghost of a great king that once ruled over a great kingdom.

"Father, you don't have to do this." Gerard spoke calmly.

"I am not your father, my son is not a faggot!" He snapped. "MOVE!"

"Okay, just please put the gun down." Gerard stepped in front of Frank instinctively.

"I will only put it down when you go out there and fix this situation!" he screamed. He had completely gone off the edge, he didn't process that it was a lost cause.

"Listen, I can't-"

"My lord, I've been looking for you everywhere! The battle is lost." Bert burst into the room, a hidden sparkle behind his eyes but it soon died out when he saw the scene unfolding in front of him.

"YOU!" Gerard growled, angry. He was about to shank his ass but his father stopped him.

"STAY STILL!" He bellowed and Gerard stilled.

"Gerard, no." Frank croaked out, he tried to stand up but his body failed him and he crumbled down again. Gerard tried to get down next to him to help him, but his father bellowed again.

"I SAID STAY STILL!" He demanded and shot at an empty target to prove a point.

"Sir, please let the gun down. The battle is already lost." Bert spoke calmly again, but it only pissed him off more.

"ONLY I DECIDE WHEN IT'S DONE!" He freaked out, clutching the gun harder.

"Fine, have it your way then." Bert replied, the menacing glint back in his eyes.

Almost immediately the door was ripped off its hinges by a strong force, and there stood a tall fair man... in a sparkly suit.

"Master." Bert bowed politely and stepped aside.

"No, no way." Gerard's father shook his and pointed the riffle at the new arrival. "Stay back!" he ordered.

"Donald, king of Agapetos." He smirked, amused. "I've heard a lot about you, never thought you'd be actually this foolish."

"It's Domhnall!" he objected. "And the only fool here is you for thinking you'd be able to take my precious kingdom from me!" he spat venomously and reloaded.

"Ugh please, give me a break." Brendon rolled his eyes distastefully. With a swing of only two fingers, the riffle was yanked out of the former king's arms and skidded to halt across the room. "Now we may have a civilized conversation."

"You'll never take away my kingdom!" He chanted like a broken record, it was really sad actually, but Gerard had better things to worry about at the moment.

"Sugar, are you okay?" He fell to his knees next to Frank. The latter nodded weakly.

"That's Brendon?" he managed a chuckle, Gerard nodded smiling a bit too. "He's cute."