Enjoy guys, sorry about that bit of a cliffhanger, but that's what draws the readers in. :) Reviews are welcomed.
I also apologize for the delay on updating. The flu caught up with me and I've been in several mini comas. But no worries! I'm ok now. Here we go.
There was a long pause and I felt as if I would lose my lunch right there, but I swallowed the foul bile. I wanted to think that this was some cruel joke, or a horrible mistake. But the look on the Doctor's face showed that he was telling the whole truth.
"Why would someone want to kill one of us?" I heard Marilyn ask; her voice now full of confusion and fear.
"I don't know, but we need to find out why soon." He replied, "Let's get out of here: we're sitting ducks right now."
"Let's go to my apartment." Marilyn whispered, "I'll call a cab."
We all rode in silence, and I shifted my eyes around the car. The pampered leather seats offering me little comfort as I thought of Sue. She was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Why did someone want us? I felt dread replace the excitement that was there only mere minutes ago. From lunch with Marilyn Monroe to a murder mystery: half of me felt excitement for this new adventure and half of me felt dread for being in danger. I cursed at myself for trying to look at the positive side of this: there was no positive side. It was either find the killer or get killed.
"We're here." Marilyn said. We all quickly went into her massive apartment. Inside it was beautiful; a crystal chandelier and white leather couches. This wasn't the peak of her career, but this room did show some wealth. She motioned us to sit down, but I couldn't stand still, I paced back and forth.
"I've been thinking," I said out loud.
"We've all been thinking." The Doctor said a bit sharply, his brogue becoming thicker.
I just glared at him and continued talking, "I've never been in trouble with any sort of trouble with the law or any group: especially during this time." I shot him a look. "And I bet Marilyn didn't do anything illegal, right?" I asked hopefully.
"I've done some things that may not be totally good, but no, I've never done anything shady." She said.
"Then that just leaves you." I said, pointing at him, "You better explain yourself right now, and fast." He shot up from his seat and came face to face with me. He smelled like earth and clove. I expected his eyes to hold anger, but all they held was frustration and worry.
"I'm only going to tell you this once, dearie," he said in a low voice, "I think you knew what you were getting into. I told you, I'm a Time Lord. I travel across time and space, I am feared by many, and I am hated by many. But know that I will do everything to protect you."
"How can I trust that you'll be able to do that? You can't doge death."I snapped, but most I was afraid. He gave off a low chuckle.
"You have a lot to learn." He said teasingly, but I wasn't in the mood. I turned to Marilyn, who was awkwardly looking around. I felt my cheeks blush and felt bad for her having to witness us supposedly flirting.
"Marilyn," I said softly, "I think we should leave. We've already put you in enough danger." I bit my bottom lip. She turned to me, and gave off one of her soon to be famous smiles.
"And miss out on all the action?" she replied, "I haven't been this excited for years. Plus I have nothing better to do."
"Well come on then," the Doctor said with a flourish of his hands, "we've got a killer to find."
"How the bloody hell are we suppose to find a killer in the middle of Hollywood?" I asked, "Especially if we never saw the killer before!" we were walking down a pavement as people were walking by us; I flinched whenever someone brushed by us busily.
"Well, I have a hunch, but I'm not sure. We'll have to head back to the Tardis." The Doctor muttered.
"Tardis?" Marilyn asked, "What's that?"
"It's ah… Our way of transportation." I replied. She nodded, and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Belle," he said stopping, people pushing past us, "I want you and Marilyn to go to the scene of the crime. But be as discreet as possible, be safe. I'll meet you there."
"Wait-" I said, "what if I need to contact you?" he muttered as he told me to give him my phone. I handed over my iPhone as he discreetly scanned my phone with that funny looking pen or scanner. He bid us goodbye as he blended back into the moving sea of people.
"What's that?" Marilyn asked and I snapped back to reality and looked down at my phone. I felt my eyes widen: cell phones aren't going to be invented for over thirty years.
"Uh… It's a walkie talkie." I said quickly, hoping my memory of inventions didn't fail me right now.
"Oh," she said smiling, "a boy when I was little used to have one." I let out a sigh of relief and nodded.
"Come on, we better go back before anyone spots us." I said; Marilyn nodded and we headed off.
"There has to be something here! A clue, or something…" I said. We arrived at the area was Sue was killed. Everything was coned off: the blood still slightly staining the black tar ground. Everyone walked about, attending to their usually business, but you couldn't help sense the tension and terror in everyone.
"Careful, Belle," Marilyn said, "we wouldn't want any of us to remain behind here. Or we'll be suspects." I nodded, and abruptly sneezed. I smelled the air to see what bothered my nose, and I smelt something.
"Do you smell that?" I asked.
"What? I don't smell anything…" Marilyn replied. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.
"She was only 26…" I whispered: I didn't know where that came from, but somehow I knew it was true.
"Who? You mean Sue?" Marilyn asked, and I nodded. "Yes, she was. But how did-"
"Found anything interesting?" came a voice. We turned to see the Doctor return. This time he had his can with him and he was wearing a grey fedora. He looked up and smiled at us, and I saw a glint of gold in the back of his teeth.
"I like the outfit." I said sarcastically, but gave a small smile, "But we've got to find a clue."
"Well, seems like there's one right there." He replied and bent down with a handkerchief. He picked it up and showed it to Marilyn and me.
"It's a bullet. It shot Sue clean through." Marilyn said; she whispered a silent prayer and covered her mouth.
"What's that?" I asked pointing at the wavy lines across the bullet.
"It's… Writing!" Marilyn exclaimed. We all looked at each other and read the cryptic message.
You can't escape. Don't try to run. I will find you.
-KJ
"Who's KJ?" I asked; I felt my stomach flip and sink to my feet as I thought of KJ telling us that we can't escape.
"No one." The Doctor said sharply. He angrily stuffed the bullet in his coat pocket and turned his heel. He briskly started walking away; it took Marilyn and me a few seconds to react.
"Where are you going?!" I snapped.
"Finding our killer, and I suggest that you and Miss Monroe escort yourselves to the safest place possible." He sharply commanded.
"I'm not-" I started, but he didn't let me finished.
"You'll only slow me down. I don't need that kind of distraction." He snapped, but then said in a concern voice, "It is best if you don't see what's going to happen. I don't want you to get hurt."
"So?" I asked: it was all I could manage to ask.
His voice became cold once more, "So? Do you want to be killed?! Don't try to follow me or I will lock you in the Tardis." I slowed down and stopped as I watched him push through the crowd. What was his issue?
"Come on sweetie, I've got a gig down at Garry's pub. You can watch." Marilyn said; I nodded and smiled.
A half hour later, and some haggling with Garry the owner I was back stage. Marilyn was in a flowing white dress. She also had a halo and giant wings made with real feathers: she looked breathtaking.
"You look amazing." I said. Suddenly there was a trumpeting sound.
"That's my cue: watch and learn dear, this is the life." Marilyn said excitedly. She ran out: the lights shining down on her golden hair. There were some whistles and calls, but she stood firm.
She sang with a clear golden voice:
"Once I was headed for hell,
Once I was headed for hell;
But when I got to Satan's door
I heard you blowin' on your horn once more,
So I said, "Satan, farewell!"
And now I'm all ready to fly,
Yes, to fly higher and higher!
'Cause I've gone through brimstone
And I've been through the fire,
And I purged my soul
And my heart too,
So climb up the mountaintop
And start to blow, Gabriel, blow!"
At the end of the play there was a wave of applause and Marilyn bowed.
"Thank you!" she said and walked off; surprising with a bouquet of roses from someone.
"You were amazing!" I said. My mind was racing a million times: I can't believe that I was watching Marilyn Monroe perform.
"You're making me blush sweetie." Marilyn replied; she laughed a full and hearty laugh.
I felt myself say, "You're going to become famous someday, you know."
Marilyn laughed again and jokingly asked, "You keep saying that. Are you from the future or something?"
"Ahh…" but before I could deny or confirm the question there was a loud noise and people screaming. We gave each other looks and carefully leaned around the curtain and saw a man. He was dark, tall, and handsome (as Emma would say), but he help a gun and had a menacing scowl on his face.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me make it clear." The man yelled over the mayhem, "My name is Killian Jones and if the so called 'Doctor' comes with me: well, I'll just have to kill everyone here."
"Oh my gosh! It's the KJ guy!" I whispered to Marilyn.
"We have to get ourselves out sweetie." Marilyn whispered, she motioned us to leave, but I stopped her.
"What if he's going to kill everyone? We have to not let that happen." I whispered.
"Garry's already called the cops. He'll be locked up in no time. Come on!" she tugged on my elbow.
"Listen: go to your apartment, I'll wait till the cops come. Go, don't worry about me: I'll be fine." I said. Marilyn seemed reluctant for a moment, but she nodded and left. I turned back to the curtain and looked around. Killian was glaring at the crowd which was now on the ground warily looking at his gun. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and walked out with my hands in the air.
"Hey!" I yelled. He spun around and gave a confused look.
"You there! Come over here!" he commanded. I gave a silent prayer and approach him. He looked at me up and down.
"You're not from this century." He whispered.
"You're not either." I said noticing his cloths: which was a black leather jacket that I saw in a shop window just three weeks ago.
"I'll be the one talking here, missy." He said sharply.
"Fine." I replied, "If we leave everyone harm free and I'll lead them to the person you want to see." He grasped my arm and pulled me closer.
"Lead the way. Oh, and don't thing of running: or I'll shoot." He growled. I nodded. I walked in front of him, and I discreetly dialed the number the Doctor gave him. You better come quick… I thought.
Once we were out I said loudly, "Ok. He's just down here I believe. Follow me…" I cursed at my lack of acting, but shook my head. I have to focus: he's got a gun, and all I have is a gamble that the Doctor will hear my message and come find me. I turned left into a dark alley; great just great I could see the headlines now.
"So where is the 'Doctor'?" Killian said sharply interrupting my thoughts.
"Uh.." I shifted my eyes to a trash can in the corner of my eye. I slowly walked towards the trash can. I can do this; just spin around and whack him with the cover.
"My patience is really short, did I mention that?" he asked sharply.
"Ok." I said, grabbing the lid, "He's right… Here!" I swung around to hit him, but he seemed to expect this and simply dodged the lid. He roughly hit out of my grasp and clicked his gun.
"That was rather pathetic." He hissed, "Pity: you seem such a beautiful thing to kill."
"Why do what the Doctor so badly?" I asked.
"Why should I tell you?" he snapped.
"Because, you're going to kill me anyways." I said matter-of-factly. He cocked his head; considering my answer.
"I'm settling a score." He replied, "But right now you're in my way. And you know what I do with people in my way?" I kill the-" he suddenly stopped; his eyes rolled back and he collapsed on the ground. Standing behind him was the Doctor with his cane poised in the air. He looked at me and offered a hand.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
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