( So heres My Dead Rising Fic. It sorts deviates from the main plot. Frank doesn't kill Kent, they don't get to leave the mall just yet.. Carlito gets taken care of. and I get to throw someone inot the mix so Kent can be more of an annoyoing little ass. So they're just cleaning up the mall to live in for awhile. Yes this will have a lemon (mxm) and umm thing you might not wanna read ahead of time so if its not your cup'o tea dunn read..)
Frank let out a
breath as he leaned against the wall of the descending
elevator.
He ** the shot gun ready to clean out more zombies from the mall.
He
and Brad had already shut the Entrance Plaza doors so no more
could get
inside, and now most of them took turns taking out
zombies so they could stay
safe until help arrived. As Frank made
to exit the doors, the familiar ding
echoed through the warehouse,
and the small phone Otis gave him began to
ring.
"Yes,
Otis, what is it?"
"Eh, Frank, seems there's someone
roaming around in TuneMasters."
"Is it Kent?" he
asked, knowing the other was probably still running around
in
Paradise Plaza after he'd let him go following the incident with
Tad.
"No it's not Kent. Looks like someone else, I've
never seen him before."
"Alright Otis, I'll check it
out."
Frank moved to
open the side door,
letting him out into the mall. A few zombies
shuffled around, but not like the
generous amount a few days
before. Their moans echoed the almost silent mall
as Frank started
to walk towards TuneMasters, killing the ones in his way.
Frank
found the roll-down gate to the store closed and locked. What
the
hell? This place was wide open the other day. He looked up to
see a figure
moving around in the back. "Hey! You in there!
Open the gate."
The figure
stopped whatever it was doing and moved towards the entrance, a
gun
in hand. As Frank watched, a tall, lithe man stepped from the
dark
shadows. He seemed to be no more than in his late twenties,
with platinum
blonde with black highlights. "I'd watch how
much you order people around, you
might get your head shot off,"
the man warned.
As he got closer to the door, Frank could make
out his facial features. Hard
ice blue eyes lined with black
eyeliner stared at him. Frank could also see
the man's two lip
piercings on either side of his mouth. Both ears seemed to
be
lined with safety pins, and he also had a large black and red dragon
tattoo
snaking down his right arm.
"So, just who are you?
And why haven't I seen you around here in the past few
days?"
Frank questioned the man.
Little did
the pair notice that Kent had been upstairs at
Colombian
Roastmasters. He'd heard Frank's voice and come down
to investigate. Kent
smirked to himself as he watched the pair.
"His name is Vash Malice, front man
and lead guitarist for
Gears of War. I'm surprised you don't keep up with
the up and
coming Frankie." Kent looked over to the blonde and
smiled
devilishly, his mind already working on how to get some
good shots of the man,
and maybe something more."So, where's
the rest of your band? I mean from all
the hearsay, you guys never
leave each other's side."
Frank rolled
his eyes some. "Ok then…Where have you been staying at
then?"
Vash glared at the redhead before moving to pick up a
Gibson Les Paul and a
mint condition Fender Stratocaster. "They're
dead…all of them. Who knows,
you might find them out there with
the rest of the living dead. I've been
staying up on the roof,
north side. Made a nice little pad, I just came down
to get some
essentials."
"You
can come back to the security room with me, stay with the rest of
the
survivors till we get the mall cleaned out," said Frank.
"I like
my privacy. 'Sides, I'm pretty sure some of them know who I
am,
and I'd rather not have a bunch of screaming fans. I can take
care of myself.
I'd rather stay up in my own little place of
security."
Frank
frowned then but nodded as the other man slowly opened the gate
and
strapped the two guitars on his back. He then held out his
hand. "Well,
you're always welcome to join us whenever you
feel like it. I'm Frank West
and that annoying little shit is…"
Kent quickly
popped Frank in the back of the head and moved to get close to
Vash.
"Name's Kent Swanson. If you don't mind Mr. Malice, I'd really
like to
hang out with you, maybe get a few pics and your story…
You know, how you
survived this whole ordeal thus far."
Vash shook
his head, even though one guy bothering him was better than a
group
of giggling females. Besides, he could be useful. "You weren't
listening
were you? Look, you can follow me around all you want,
but if you wanna hang
with me you're gonna make yourself useful.
And THEN I'll give you my story.
So why don't you grab me a few
yards of that cable back there and one of those
small amps? We can
get back up on the roof through the vent in Jill's
Sandwiches."
Frank stood
there, at a complete loss for words.
"Sorry Frankie, looks
like this scoop is all mine." Kent smirked, laughed,
and went
to grab said items.
"Eh…if you'll excuse me then."
Vash walked by Frank and headed towards the
restaurant.
Frank
reached out and grabbed the blonde by the arm. "I don't think
you
realize just what you're getting yourself into with him.
He's not mentally
stable…"
Vash shrugged the other man
off. "Who is right now, man?" He turned and
walked away,
soon was followed by Kent.
"You better not get any bright
ideas to cause any more trouble Kent. Next
time I might not be
such a humanitarian," warned Frank.
"Who me Frankie? I
wouldn't dream of such a thing. 'Sides, I'm going to
out-scoop
you and outclass you when I get these pictures of him.
Ta-ta
Frankie." And with that the redhead laughed annoyingly,
and quickly followed
Vash.
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I wanna take this time to thank Insane Anarchist-aka Allie for being my beta ^^