No reason

Francis was huffing, warmth turned cold as the blood that had spurted itself on him chilled his body. His skin paled as he realized what he had done. Seeing Bianca in that position made him remember his mom and her… incident. He turned cold and for some reason that same damned position he saw Sam and Erika in mixed images turning his emotions into a frenzied cocktail. His rage overtook him as he drew his knife. Now that he was cooling down he felt absolutely sick. His stomach churned and he threw up all over the man's body. He was trembling as he wiped his mouth but only smeared blood all over his face. The putrid iron and acid from his bile mixed and made him feel sicker.

Bianca stared silently as the young man trembled. Her knees finally gave way as she collapsed onto the floor. The body of the first man still slightly spasming only a few feet away from her. She was frightened beyond belief because of the events that occurred in her home, her eyes shook as she tried to piece together some semblance of thought. She felt scared and filthy, her thighs began to soak in the blood pooling near her. Her ripped underwear reminded her just how dangerous this was to her. She started sobbing quietly.

Next she felt a wet embrace, Francis was hugging her as she wept and softly brushed her hair. His strong and hard body had a hint of tenderness and warmth. "You're ok, you're safe" he whispered softly. She felt safe in a man's arms for the first time in her life. She wept louder and hoarse as she clutched onto Francis.

When Francis saw Bianca'a fatigued and sad expression he broke out of his haze and walked toward her. The only thing he could think about was how his mom caressed him whenever he hurt himself playing. So he held her just like his mom did . She cried louder and Francis couldn't help but think this was a mistake but continued to hold her as her grip on him intensified. While she was immersed in crying Francis' calculating mind began to spin. He texted Martin that something happened. He needed two body bags and a clean up crew. He made sure to start off by saying Bianca is safe just frazzled. When Bianca finally calmed down she began to take in the fact she held and cried into this young man's arms she slowly looked up, and saw two gleaming emeralds and a soft smile. "Are you feeling better?" Francis did his best to hold it all in but his eyes and lip would twitch occasionally. He did his best to comfort her but the truth was, Francis was already a broken man. He wanted nothing more than to join her in sorrow and wail, but he swallowed that pain deep into a pit and focused on the young woman. "Martin and your Sister will be here soon, you all are going to sleep in the club tonight." Just then a knock on the door, it was hurried and rash. As he slipped away from her and went to the door, a small gasp escaped her lips.

"Bee!?" Before anything could be said Aria ran straight to her sister, she inspected her and noticed her ripped underwear. She glared at the bloodied young man but before he could be chastised Bianca spoke " I am fine, Francis stopped them before anything could happen." Aria approached Francis and slapped him. "How did you let them get this far?!" Francis had his cold stare back which only made Aria more infuriated. That was until she noticed the bodies in the room, the iron smell and the blood on her hand from her slap gave a squelch when she slapped him. Taking in the scene she ran into the restroom and started vomiting.

Martin walked in with two other men and whistled. "Damn! This all you Frank? I know some cold blooded killers that can pull a trigger but few people can pull off the kind of murder you just did." He kicked one of the bodies turning it over. "Bee, go to your sister and take a shower. We will get you some clothes from the closet. Until we clean this place up and make sure you are safe to come back you ll stay at the club."

Bianca slowly made her way to the bathroom, as she walked by Francis heard a weak "thanks". Martin puffed on his cigarette, "Did you have to butcher them like this? We are gunna need a lot of bleach and cleaning supplies now." Martin sighed and shook his head. He than gave him a large coat, and hand towel with a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Clean yourself up, then go get the suitcases from the car" he then unfolded a large tarp and the other men lay the bodies on the tarp. When Francis came back he saw the men in plastic painter's jumpsuits. The gruesome scene continued but Francis was charged with driving the girls back to the club.

When he reached the parking lot Aria gently led her sister inside and only gave Francis a small thanks for doing his best. It seems Bianca had a small conversation with her back at the apartment. Francis drove himself home, while parked outside he finally let himself go. All the stress and emotions he had bottled when he saw Bianca sitting their lifeless came flooding back into his body. "Aaaaagh!" He screamed and cried as he clutched the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. When he finally calmed himself enough to walk up the sun started to peak over the horizon. He walked inside his house and realized that there is no longer a reason to hold back. He went to his room and took out some of the things most important to him. Some clothes and a few framed photos were stuffed into his duffel bag. Then he packed up his laptop and a few documents and packed them in as well. As he was finishing up he heard a voice.

"Where are you goin?" Francis stared at Jacob, his gaunt face had traces of crying, he chuckled at the fact that he probably looked just like the man he resented. "I am leaving Jacob, I ll see you around I am sure but there is no reason I why I should live here."

Jacob was shocked, he knew the day would come but was still unprepared. He was a negligent father but would selfishly find comfort in seeing his son at home. "Where, how will you live? You don't have enou.."

"Money?" Francis interrupted his father. "I have plenty, between working, and receiving royalties from my copyrights I have more than enough."

Jacob felt a knot in he throat "son, about Erika…"

"Stop! We aren't a couple anymore, whatever it is you want to say. I don't care." Jacob was surprised, why would she crawl in to bed if they were broken up. Perhaps that was why she tried to jump on Francis?

"It's not like I want love advice from a man like you…" as Francis slowly muttered that last line he walked out and drove to Colonel Johnson's house. He pulled up across the street and walked into the garage. He showered to try and get rid of some of the smell left from last night, at least Martin helped him clean himself up enough to have fresh clothes and little blood on his body. He scrubbed his skin until it was raw trying to get rid of that lingering feeling on his skin. The warmth from the blood was sickening, the sensation his hand felt as his blade slid into those men's bodies was fresh in his mind.

He got out and dressed in some nice jeans and a button up shirt. As he was dressing the Colonel came in. "Just finished working out huh? Getting a late start myself, I tell ya age is a bitch…" then he stopped as he got near to Francis. Francis gave the colonel a weak smile and said "I ll take that drink now…"

Moments later they sat on a side table with a couple of foldable chairs, the colonel poured a couple of glasses with beer. Francis looked up in surprise. "What? Don't go start fussin it's too damn early for some holy spirit and it's your first time drinking let's start with some gold nectar first." Francis smiled and took a sip, it was certainly bitter but not half as bad as he thought it would be. "So what's going on kid? This is all new, you definitely aren't yourself."

Francis thought about telling him everything, he felt there was trust with the colonel but decided against telling him last night's events. "My… my girlfriend cheated on me and I got into a couple of fights last night. It's just been a shit day." As he spoke those words he gulped as he finally admitted to someone what he saw.

"I see, that why you been down in the dumps, first things first." He slapped Francis as hard as he could and he fell from his chair as he tumbled to the ground. He held his cheek and looked up "Wake up boy! Women will come and go, they may break your heart but your future is still right in front of you. If they decided to step out on you it's their loss. You are a good, kind and generous youngin. She not gunna find that easily in the ducked up world. Last thing you need to do is change, keep being a good man. Continue to make that mom of your's proud. I know she probably been watching over you as you protect the meek and save for college." Francis regained his composure and the colonel's words sank bone deep. As he sat back down at the table the colonel continued. "Don't get me wrong it's ok to feel whatever you feel, just don't do something that will determine your life, you ll regret it later on. I knew a guy once, came to train him when I got a call from a friend of mine. The man was dead inside, and seemed every young marine girl pent up from being away from their boyfriend would visit him so he can lay down some pipe if you know what I mean. Honestly, I was put back at first, don't get me wrong these girls are marines, their bodies were tight, curvy and man do they have stamina. I was put back because he spent the night with just about any girl that walked in his office, it was almost like a free massage business. I learned later that his wife had cheated on him and he hadn't confronted her yet. He drowned his grief with brief intimacy from the girls on base. Adel was a good man though, it's sad his wife cheated on him. What I am trying to say is people handle their grief in many ways, in his case he just slept around. In your case I don't EVER want to smell blood from your clothes every again!" Francis eyes opened wide, as he was about to speak the colonel stopped him. "I don't want any excuses or lies, I just want you to know that you are dealing with a lot of emotions, just be careful and don't do something you ll regret ok kid?" Francis nodded silently as they worked on finishing their beers.