RENT Ch. 2
Collins POV-
"Yo! Roger! Throw down the keys!"
I screamed that into the phone, while backing up. I know Roger's throw when I see one. I hung up and stuck the phone back in it's place. When I caught the keys, they cut my hands!
"Thanks!" I mumbled, while trying to get rid of the blood. Sucking on the wound does'nt help much, either! I turned around from the phone booth, and there were so many of them, I couldnt belive my eyes! Thugs, everywhere. I turned around and ran. I don't, being called a wuss is WAY better than what the thugs would do to you. Bad story. I turned into so many alleys, I felt like it was a rat race, but I was holding the money.
Not good, I thought, right as the thugs came around in any way possible. I backed up against the wall, and managed to hit a piece of glass on the wall. More blood, dizziness, and even more thugs came around. It's not like I did anything to them, it's just that they like it better when you're not expecting it. Well, if you were, that wouldn't stop them any...
Yeah, I passed out.
Roger POV-
"Where is he?" I asked, getting up from the couch. Collins was nowhere to be found.
"Ouch!" I cried as I bumped into a candle. Well, there goes my light. It flicked out, and I didn't have a match left to light it again. I grabbed the candle, and walked out into the never-ending hall of stairs. I walked up, figuring Amy or someone had to be home. I knocked on door after door; no-one left to help. I tried going down, and I didn't get a response from anyone. I climbed back up the steps, waiting, maybe someone would have heard and come. I left my an,e, anyways. Curling up on the couch, I dropped the candle and grabbed the blanket. Covering up, many thoughtswent through my head. "Benny" was one. What if... No, never...
I shivered at the thought, flinched and clamed down, but still REALLY P.O'ed. "Christmas Eve, and I'm left alone, with the burned out candle, buliding and my horrible thoughts of the past. How nice..." I groaned at a sound from across the room, and threw myself down, somewhere, just falling from X-Mas stress.
Mark POV-
I ran down the steps, feeling bad for Roger. No one in the building, and he has no one to talk to. Collins was probably being jacked up right now, and I'm leaving to go meet up with Joanne, Maureen, and Mimi. "Wait", I thought.
"Three girls, 1 guy... Wrong... I should ask Roger to come! But, Maureen wanted this to be.. Well, oh well. She dumped me anyways!"
I ran back across the street, climbing the steps rapidly. Roger would be extatic! I climbed through the window and plopped my soft tush on the sill. "Roger? You home, dude?" I asked. He wasn't anywhere! I opened our door, and called his name about, whet, 300 times, but he had no response. "Maybe he went out too! Oh well, let him have fun..." I climbed back out the window, and started to head back towards The Catscratch Club, along with my wallet, full of money for this event. I laughed silently, but just kept quiet as I approached the building...