Chapter 2: Pasta, Thunderstorms and Killers
Monica reached in her cabinant in her apartment, even with her new family she couldn't let the place go. A well deserved weekend belonged to her, stress free, her children were at her parent's house for the week.
Finally she retireved her box of dry pasta. She was cooking a meal, with Chandler on a boys night out with Ross, she planned to invite Phoebe over for dinner. She turned to her boiling pot of water and dropped the stiff noodles into it.
It sizzled at first but eventually died down. She flipped the lid of the the sauce and it was nearly done, as was the rest of the meal. Suddenly Phoebe burst into the room.
"Hey Mon." she said approaching the table.
"Hi Phoebe, everything is almost done." Monica said greeting her friend.
Then an odd beeping sound filled the air, it was faint but noticable. It seemed to be a cellphone coming from Monica and Chandler's bedroom.
"What is that?" Phoebe asked.
"I think it's Chandler's cellhpone, I thought he had, I'll go check it real quick." Monica said walking into the room.
She had to dig through the pockets of a pair of Chandler's jeans that was in his hamper, before she retireved the phone. She flipped it open and spoke.
"Hello." she said.
She received no answer at first just a cold sillence, it was odd that it peirced her nerves and made her as stiff as a board but she said again.
"Hello, this is Monica." she spoke in a shaky tone.
She heard breathing, in an odd fashion almost twisted. Then Monica's lips curved into a smile and she began to chuckle.
"Chandler, you think prank calling
me is funny, well HA-HA." Monica said.
"Well we know who
isn't getting any tonight." she continued then with a follow
through of hanging up.
She never was sure it was Chandler, but she relly wanted to believe so. She returned to the kitchen where she found Phoebe scanning through a magazine.
"It was Chandler doing a prank call." Monica admitted without being asked.
"Oh, what did you say when you found out?" Phoebe asked.
"I just hung up." Monica said turning off the stove and emtying the water from the pan of pasta.
"Well, I'm sorry that I am late, a lot of people are trying to get home, it's going to storm any minute now." Phoebe said.
"Well it won't ruin our night, I rented a movie." Monica said getting out bowls.
"Oh what one?" Phoebe said getting excited.
"Cassinova." Monica replied.
"Oh." Phoebe said loosing all enthusiasum.
Once Monica got the plates on the tabe and sat down, it began to storm outside.
"Wow, it's really coming down." Phoebe said.
"Yeah, but anyways, what did you do today?" Monca asked.
"Oh, I saw that case on TV with Mike, about that New York Muderer. Did you know they linked two murders to the same guy and haven't caught him yet." Phoebe said.
"Yeah I read about that in today's morning paper, it is really freaky." Monica said spooing some pasta into her mouth.
Suddenly the power went out.
"Oh, the damn storm must have hit a wire or blown a fuse." Monica said going to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Phoebe said.
"I'm getting some candles." Monica said from under her sink.
Then the Chandler's cellhpone began to ring.
"I'll get it." Phoebe said.
She saw it glowing by the balcony window.
"Hello." Phoebe said.
"Hello Phoebe." said a scratchy voice.
"Hi, who is this?" she asked.
"My name is irrelvant just call me X. Now you may have seen my work in the paper, those two murders, well I want you to know that your next." X said.
"What?" Phoebe said shocked.
"Yes, and if you even think of calling the cops, I will kill Ross and Chandler, I can see them right now panicking. So go ahead and tell Monica. I'll be on the line." X said.
"Who is it?" Monica whispered coming out of the bathroom with a handful of candles.
"It's the killer from the paper." Phoebe said.
"Yeah right, wait where did you find Chandler's phone?" Monica said in a puzzled voice.
"It was right here, by the open window." Phoebe replied.
"I didn't leave it there and that window wasn't opened before." Monica said.
Both the girls had an awe-stocken and firghtened face, then Phoebe heard the phone click, X had hung up.
