So I get these flashes of scenes in my head, and most of them end up being some sort of cliffhanger. So I've decided to keep a collection of cliffhanger scenes.
Enjoy the angst ;P
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. And this is unbetaed.
"My brother's innocent."
Shawn guessed the man who stood before him was in his mid 30s. Dark hair, dark eyes, typical of the scary villain variety, he mused. The stranger's palms and fingers were rough, calloused and greasy, which led Shawn to believe he worked in construction or as a mechanic. He looked strong.
"I'm glad to hear it, dude, but what's this got to do with me?" Shawn asked as he checked his watch. Juliet would be leaving the station for lunch soon, and he had some serious flirting to get in before then. If he could only get rid of tall, dark and hairy...
"I don't think you understand, Mr. Spencer," the hulk said, and Shawn's body tensed when he heard his name. A fair amount of people knew who he was, but he didn't like the way this guy said it; how he hissed it. "You see, I've wired a car in the parking lot. One little click and I can't control how many people get hurt."
The stranger held up a small device full of buttons, one of which was blinking.
Shawn snorted. "That doesn't even look like a detonator. Why don't you take your fancy cell phone and head down to the boardwalk, there's a ton of cute girls walking around this time of day." He took a closer look at the device. "But you might wanna trade this in, buddy, it doesn't even have a screen. How do you text?"
A small smile graced the man's lips. "Funny. But something tells me-" he scratched his chin, "something tells me you won't find it nearly as funny when I destroy Detective O'Hara's car on her way to lunch." The smile faded into a pure, cold-as-ice stare, and Shawn suddenly found his face growing warm.
"You're lying," he said. His voice cracked only slightly.
The man's grin came back, this time malicious. "Am I?"
Shawn's eyes darted around the parking lot, furious and quick. From one car to another, less than a second for each one, until the green Volkswagen stopped him. A greasy finger lingered over the blinking button again.
"Wait," Shawn wheezed, barely able to hear his own voice. This guy was serious. "What do you want from me?"
Dropping the device to his side, the man simply said, "Help."
"Fine, I'll help, whatever. Just leave Juliet out of this," Shawn said quickly. The tall stranger smiled again.
"Great," he said, and raised the device once more before he pushed the small button and grabbed Shawn's arm.
The sound was deafening.