Author: Janet
Author's note: Hopefully, this won't be the only part...R/R
From the End of "Phase One"
Francie was standing in the kitchen of her restaurant waiting for Will to pick her up. He sounded so alarmed when he called her. He said something about going up to Tahoe, but it didn't sound like he was planning a romantic getaway. It sounded more like he was planning on hiding from someone. But she couldn't figure out why?
She began to think that maybe Will had started back on heroin. He was so paranoid while he was on that that he wrote all about that freaky SD-6 place. She knew he couldn't be on heroin now because he could barely afford a pack of socks from some "el cheapo store".
"Who is he running from?" she whispered as she stood at the counter in what she thought was the empty restaurant.
"Me," a voice replied. It sounded like her own, but it wasn't...unless the mushrooms she put in the soup were actually the drug kind, which she knew they weren't.
"Who are you?" Francie asked as she turned. She was astonished as she saw what looked to be a clone of herself.
"A friend."
"Whose friend?"
"Not yours."
Francie began to panic. This situation didn't seem right. Nothing was adding up, and she knew she wasn't dreaming.
"Whose friend are you?" Francie asked, her voice slightly quiverring with fear.
"A friend of a friend," the woman replied casually.
"Who sent you?"
"Why does it matter?"
"I need to know who to thank," Francie said as she grabbed a skillet and began to hit the other woman over the head.
"Now, now, Miss Calfo," the woman said as she blocked Francie's swing, "this is not the time to be fighting."
"Then, what time is it?" Francie asked, her voice filling with more intense fear and anger.
"It's time for you to die," the woman said as she pulled a gun out from her jacket.
Francie was frozen in fear. She couldn't understand why she was meant to die, or who would want to have her killed. She feared that it had something to do with Will or with her restaurant doing so well. There were so many things that she longed to do before she died, but she knew that her time was up. She saw the woman put her finger on the trigger.
"Now, I'll be you, and you'll be dead," the woman said.
Francie began to cry, "But I didn't do anything!"
"No, don't cry...it takes the fun out of it."
"Is it fun for you to kill people?"
"No, but it'll be fun for you to die!"
Author's note: Hopefully, this won't be the only part...R/R
From the End of "Phase One"
Francie was standing in the kitchen of her restaurant waiting for Will to pick her up. He sounded so alarmed when he called her. He said something about going up to Tahoe, but it didn't sound like he was planning a romantic getaway. It sounded more like he was planning on hiding from someone. But she couldn't figure out why?
She began to think that maybe Will had started back on heroin. He was so paranoid while he was on that that he wrote all about that freaky SD-6 place. She knew he couldn't be on heroin now because he could barely afford a pack of socks from some "el cheapo store".
"Who is he running from?" she whispered as she stood at the counter in what she thought was the empty restaurant.
"Me," a voice replied. It sounded like her own, but it wasn't...unless the mushrooms she put in the soup were actually the drug kind, which she knew they weren't.
"Who are you?" Francie asked as she turned. She was astonished as she saw what looked to be a clone of herself.
"A friend."
"Whose friend?"
"Not yours."
Francie began to panic. This situation didn't seem right. Nothing was adding up, and she knew she wasn't dreaming.
"Whose friend are you?" Francie asked, her voice slightly quiverring with fear.
"A friend of a friend," the woman replied casually.
"Who sent you?"
"Why does it matter?"
"I need to know who to thank," Francie said as she grabbed a skillet and began to hit the other woman over the head.
"Now, now, Miss Calfo," the woman said as she blocked Francie's swing, "this is not the time to be fighting."
"Then, what time is it?" Francie asked, her voice filling with more intense fear and anger.
"It's time for you to die," the woman said as she pulled a gun out from her jacket.
Francie was frozen in fear. She couldn't understand why she was meant to die, or who would want to have her killed. She feared that it had something to do with Will or with her restaurant doing so well. There were so many things that she longed to do before she died, but she knew that her time was up. She saw the woman put her finger on the trigger.
"Now, I'll be you, and you'll be dead," the woman said.
Francie began to cry, "But I didn't do anything!"
"No, don't cry...it takes the fun out of it."
"Is it fun for you to kill people?"
"No, but it'll be fun for you to die!"