Hello! It is time for me to attempt to write something suspenseful and dramatic. So . . . here it is. WARNING: There is a racist term below. Like, way below. That's about it. Enjoy!
I own nothing. The Almighty Larson owns it all. I'm serious. I don't even own the title . . . or Matt. I OFFICIALLY OWN NOTHING!
"Collins, are you done making out with my chest yet?" Angel asked her boyfriend, who was currently kissing and licking her bare chest while they laid on their bed.
"Why? Are your lips gettin' jealous?" Collins replied.
Angel giggled. "Just a little."
"Good." Collins went back to kissing and licking Angel's chest.
"Collins," Angel whined. "I want a kiss."
"I'm giving you kisses," Collins said, smiling.
"I mean on the lips."
"But I'm not finished with your chest yet."
"Come on honey." Collins was too distracted by Angel's chest to respond. "Kiss Pookie?" Hearing this made Collins' head shoot up.
"Did you just call me 'Pookie?'" he asked.
"Well, now that I have your attention . . ." Angel pulled Collins into a deep, loving kiss.
"You cheated," Collins complained after their lips parted.
"So?" They kissed again. "Honey, you love me, right?"
"More than anything." Another kiss. "Why?"
"I need you to do something for me." Kiss.
"What?" Kiss.
"I need you" kiss "to go" kiss "to the store" kiss "for groceries." This time there was no kiss.
"You want me to go to the store?" Collins asked in shock.
"Well . . . yeah. It's the only way we're gonna eat," Angel replied.
"But I hate goin' to the store. Besides, I wanna spend some time with you." Collins started kissing Angel's neck.
"Sweetie, did I not just scream your name loud enough for the entire state of New York to hear?" Angel asked, stopping Collins from going any further.
"Yeah, but I like it when you scream my name."
"Just go to the store."
"But I feel laaaaaaaaaaaaaazy!" Collins rolled off the bed. "Ow."
Angel looked over the edge of the bed. "Honey, you okay?" she asked.
"Yes," Collins said into the floor. Angel helped him off the floor and kissed him.
"Now that you're up you can go to the store."
Collins frowned. "You know I can't remember stuff that well."
"You're lying."
"How do you know?"
"Cause I have a list and you have a photographic memory."
"Damn! I knew that would be my downfall one day." Angel giggled and took the list out of the drawer of the night stand next to the bed while Collins put on underwear, pants, and his beanie.
"Collins, is that all you're gonna wear?" Angel asked.
"Yeah," Collins replied.
"Have you ever heard of the saying 'no shirt, no shoes, no service?'"
"Yup. What's your point?"
"Put on a shirt and shoes!"
"What if I don't want to?"
"You'll starve."
"Fine." Collins put on a shirt, socks, and shoes while Angel got dressed. "No drag today?"
"No. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Nope. Just askin'. You comin' to the store with me?"
"I would, but I have to pick Mimi up from work."
"You ain't got a car."
"Joanne's letting me borrow hers, remember?"
"Oh yeah. You goin' to drop me off at the store?"
"It's not that far from here."
"So what? I feel like bein' dropped off." Angel rolled her eyes and she and Collins left their apartment and got into Joanne's car.
When they arrived at the small store, Collins gave Angel a quick kiss, took the list from her, and got out of the car. He waved goodbye as she pulled off before going into the store. As he read his list, a little girl at the end of the isle holding a teddy bear and wearing a backpack on her back watched him. After staring at him for two minutes she walked up to him and tugged on his shirt.
"Excuse me mister," she said.
Collins looked down at her. "Can I help you?" he asked.
"Um . . . I was just wondering if I could take your picture."
"Well-"
"Susie, what did I tell you about bothering people?" a woman scolded the girl.
"She wasn't botherin' me. She just wanted to take my picture," Collins said in Susie's defense.
"Can I?" Susie asked.
"Sure."
"Yay!" Susie put her bear on the floor, took her backpack off, opened it, and took out a Polaroid camera. She then ran to the end of the isle, took the picture, and ran back to Collins. "It'll take a while to show up, but I think it's a nice one." She took a marker out of her backpack and gave it to Collins. "Would you please write your name on the bottom of this?"
"Okay," Collins said. He took the picture from Susie, wrote 'Tom Collins' on it, and gave both the picture and the marker back to her.
"You're name's Tom?" Susie asked, looking at his name.
"Yeah, but I don't like being called Tom. I like to be called Collins."
"Oh. Can I call you Collins?"
"Sure." Susie smiled.
"Come on sweetie. We have to get going," the woman that scolded Susie said. "My name's Linda by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Linda," Collins said, shaking Linda's hand.
"You too. Come on Susie."
"But I wanted to take more pictures," Susie whined.
"You can still take pictures. We just have to go." Susie picked up her bear and took a picture of a random man walking by. In reaction to the flash, the man grabbed Susie by her arm.
"What the hell was that!?" he asked angrily.
"I-I'm sorry," Susie stammered.
"Not as sorry as you're gonna be!"
Collins pulled the man's hand off of Susie's arm and she ran to Linda. "Hey, cool it," he said. "She's just a little girl." The man stared at Collins for a moment.
"I know you," he said. "You're the fag that's always with that fairy."
Fag? Susie thought. That means he's gay. Ew.
"Look, man, I don't call you a redneck, you don't call me a fag, okay?" Collins said, keeping as calm as possible.
"Whatever you say," the man said. He turned to walk away before saying, "Sodomy loving nigger." Collins grabbed him and slammed his head into a shelf earning himself a punch in the face. Another man came into the isle, rolled his eyes, pulled a gun out of his pocket, and shot it in the air. Collins and the other man stopped fighting and the rest of the customers, except Linda and Susie, screamed and dove to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing Matt?" the gunman asked the man (apparently named Matt) who was fighting Collins. Matt gave no answer.
"Gettin' his ass kicked," Collins muttered. Just barely hearing Collins' comment, Matt pulled out a handgun, pistol whipped him, knocking him to the floor, and kicked him in the stomach.
"That was a little unnecessary," the gunman said.
"He deserved it," Matt replied. He then looked over at Susie, who was clutching her bear so tightly it looked like its head was going to pop off. He grabbed her and she let out a frightened squeal.
"What the hell are you doin' now?" the gunman asked. "Let the kid go."
"She took my picture, Jack!" Matt said.
"N-No I didn't," Susie said.
"I think somebody's lyin'," Jack replied. While Jack and Matt paid attention to Susie, Collins got up and walked quietly toward the door. He stopped when he saw several police cars outside, which was at the exact moment he felt a gun pressed to the back of his head.
"Goin' somewhere?" a voice asked him. He turned slowly and noticed the man holding a gun to him was about an inch taller than him and carrying a bag full of money.
"N-No. I-I'm just stretchin'," Collins tried to lie. The newfound gunman looked out the door and saw the police cars.
"You called the police?" he asked Collins. Before Collins could respond, he saw Susie, who had lost her backpack, running for her life . . . towards him and the man holding a gun to his head. She stopped before she got to them and was grabbed by Jack, who held his gun to her head. He then looked out the door.
"Who the hell called the fucking cops!?" he asked angrily.
"I bet it was the fag," Matt replied.
"I didn't do nothin'! I swear!" Collins said.
"Let me go!" Susie cried, struggling to escape Jack's grip. Linda was running up behind Jack to help Susie, but was seen by the man holding his gun to Collins' head. The man aimed the gun at her and shot her, hitting her in the arm.
"Direct hit," he said, smirking.
"MISS LINDA!" Susie screamed as Linda fell to the floor.
"Damn," Matt said. "Nice shot, Nick." Nick just smiled as Collins quietly moved out of the way of the door.
"Anybody else wanna try somethin'!?" Jack yelled. He got no response. "I didn't think so! Let's get the hell outta here."
"How?" Matt asked. "There's probably cops out there for miles."
"That's why the word 'hostage' was created," Jack said, looking down at Susie, who was crying and hugging her bear tighter than ever.
"Why don't you just let the girl go?" Collins asked.
"Who the hell asked you?" Matt snapped.
"I'm just sayin'. She didn't do anything to you." Seeing the glares he was receiving from the three gunman, Collins instantly regretted saying anything.
"Ya know," Jack began, smirking slightly, "it'd be much easier to get outta here if we had another hostage." Matt and Nick smiled and looked at Collins.
"You," Nick said, pointing to Collins.
"Me?" Collins said nervously.
"Yes you. You're comin' with me." Nick grabbed Collins by his arm and forced him out of the store, followed by Matt, who had Susie, and Jack. The police, who had gotten out of their cars and were ready to shoot the first person who came out of the store, backed up at the sight of the two hostages.
"That's right," Jack said. "Back up or one of them gets it!" Matt and Nick forced Collins and Susie into a car before getting in themselves, keeping their guns on them all the while, as Jack continued talking to the police. "I see any cops at all followin' me, I'll kill one of them and send you a video tape and the other right in front of you!"
With that said, he got into the driver's seat of the car and pulled off.
Soooooooo . . . hope you guys liked it. If you did, I'll continue. If not, I won't. It's entirely up to you.