It's so shrt it's almost not worth poting, and I am not sure if anyone actually cares, but I wanted to finish this story, I hope someone enjoys. I'm gonna see if a few short one-shots help me get excited to write again, suggestions for one of those ar more than welcome :)



Just a Job 2- Finale


Frank and Ryan cuddled for a little while, neither in any hurry to get to the unpleasantness ahead. Frank was just taking his time and enjoying the moment, Ryan was hoping against hope that there might be a reprieve, that Frank might keep him as a pet or helper. Ryan didn’t know it, but Frank had hanged two of his OWN offspring over the years, it wasn’t going to happen.


The mail tube in the corner shuddered and thunked, delivering a letter canister and startling Ryan. Frank sighed and rolled over to go retrieve it, reading it as he came back and sat with Ryan. Another deep sigh “Hey little buddy, they need me to help on a project in just a bit. I hate to do it, but we need to get this show on the road”.


Ryan felt a brief spike of fear that dried his mouth and constricted his breathing. Frank stroked his pink hair and the feeling was replaced by resignation and sadness. Hot tears filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks, but he didn’t protest as Frank led him to the noose.


Frank tousled Ryan’s pink hair affectionately, then cupped his cheek and told the trembling kid “Okay Ryan, just look into my eyes okay. I’m right here, I’m not leaving you” Ryan nodded glumly as Frank pulled the knot down and got it snug. He helped Ryan step up on a chair, then retracted the noose so the boy was on his toes. Frank stood behind his trembling playmate and in one motion, pulled the chair out from under him.

Ryan felt the noose pull tight, but he was so light, it didn’t start as the crushing agony he had feared. It was more than enough to leave bruises, but Frank had choked him hard enough to do that during their lovemaking, and it reminded Ryan of that feeling, a peaceful thought


Frank held Ryan’s hand, using grip strength, facial expressions, and body language to tell how the cutie pie was holding up. Ryan tightened his grip after about 30 seconds, and his face showed the start of real pain. Frank took that as his cue, he hugged Ryan, wrapping his arms against those skinny shoulders “Almost done buddy” he whispered. Then Frank jumped up, putting his full weight on Ryan. There was an ugly cracking sound and the boy stopped struggling. Frank lowered his legs again, standing on solid ground. He smelled that fruity scented hair one more time and left to get to the other job, pausing only to recover the fluffy pink socks.


After Frank had finished his other work, and after Ryan had been butchered, Frank paid a visit to the Anderson home, returning the socks. Andi found herself only able to conceive a single time, so she went to the rope on her 16th birthday, and when she reported for her hanging, she wore the socks. And as her fear and pain faded, Andi saw her beloved brother again.