Chapter Six: Bang Bang
I apologize for being so late, but life is coming at me left and right. I'm getting prepared for surgery and I haven't had time focus on this story as much as I liked. Also, the song that was put in here was something put together, I think it's terrible, but what's Jem and The Holograms without music?
Starlight Music - 8:47 AM
*Jerrica's P.O.V.*
Starlight Music; Jerrica's Office
She never thought it would come to this. The thought that a life hung so delicately in the balance resting solely on her decisions. To look insanity in the eye and see a darkness she never realized existed becoming something so terrible.
''Please, Eric you don't have to do this.'' Jerrica held her hands out in front of her. ''Jus... just put it down and let me help her.''
At his feet lay an older woman in a magenta colored dress jacket and skirt, one black heel was on the ground and the other was hanging off her foot.
''Janet has nothing to do with this, she needs help.''
''You were going to take everything, I couldn't let you.''
''I-I know Eric... but please, she... she's bleeding so much.'' Jerrica's voice trembled.
''You don't know, you don't! I have tried EVERYTHING to get you out of my way, but you kept coming back. You just had to get in my way.''
"Eric... please," Jerrica scooted forward, her eyes never leaving Eric's pacing form, she placed Janet's head in her lap.
Her breathing was weak, Janet was a new secretary that had replaced Gloria who retired last week. Janet was a hard working young woman fresh out of college, she didn't deserve to get shot. If only the woman hadn't been here that day, she would be fine.
How in the world did Eric get pass security?
"Eric," Her voice cracked. "You don't have to do this."
"You made me do this, I wish you were as easy to get rid of as you're father was."
Jerrica felt a deep coldness fill her body, the emptiness gripped her heart making her breath stutter.
"Eric... you..." His dark brown eyes looked at her as he raised the gun again.
"No, I didn't kill him, had nothing to do with it at all. I wish I did, but his own depression was his downfall." He choked on a chortle. "That's why it was so easy, you girls were so absorbed in your petty problems that you didn't even see him drowning in sorrow."
Jerrica felt her lip tremble.
"Eric, please just leave. Just LEAVE!" She sobbed.
"Not until you're dead."
Jerrica finally screamed as the bullet tore through her, the searing hot pain spread through her body, she hardly felt when she fell to the ground.
Earlier That Day - 8:30 A.M.
Stinger Sound
"I know Rochelle, would you stop badgering me!" Eric was in his office, speaking to his ex-secretary.
Eric had made a mistake one night and gotten the girl pregnant four years ago, they now have a three year old son named Jesse. She was demanding he care for his son and be active in his life.
He didn't understand why she just didn't get an abortion. He never wanted kids, they were too clingy and demanded too much attention for his own taste. He never craved the ideallyc family life like some others, all he ever needed was his money and that was it.
He started to rub the center between his eyes in frustration.
He was honestly considering having them both killed, Zipper would do the job easily enough.
It dawned on him then, Zipper was recently incarcerated in Russia.
Damn.
He supposed it couldn't be helped for now.
"Yes, I'm listening!" He hissed into the phone. "I can't talk about this right now!"
"I'll talk to you later." And he slammed the phone down.
"Ugh." He leaned his head back against the back of his chair. "What am I going to do?"
"ERIC!" He flinched.
He hadn't heard that in awhile, can't say he missed it.
"What is it now, Pizzazz?" He rubbed his hands over his face.
"What the hell is this Eric?!" She was properly foaming at the mouth as she slammed a 'Cool Trash' magazine on his desk.
Huh, He thought that magazine label had faded with the eighties, guess he thought wrong.
He didn't have to look to know what she was so angry about. "Pizzazz, there is nothing I can do about it. The board shares had voted-"
"I' am a member on Stinger Sounds' board of shares, remember? And my vote counts as the main contributor to it's funds." She hissed.
"I understand that Pizzazz-"
"You don't seem to understand anything Raymond! Our press release for our new album was pushed back for another month! If you don't fix this shit now, I'll take things into my own hands."
Pizzazz glared at him one last time for good measure then left his office in a huff of anger.
Eric gripped his head in frustration. 'Why did all the women in his life push him around like he was some kind of puppet?'
His landline rung again, making him flinch violently. Eric ripped the phone cord out of the wall with a growl.
He needed a drink.
The Biz
By The Misfits
The world is watching,
Eyes all on you,
This life is addictive,
And it can break you,
(The Biz did it to her)
Little girls with dreams beyond their means,
The Business kills the little girl inside,
Breaking, twisting, strecthing her,
Stretching her beyond her means,
(The Biz did it to her)
She can't take it,
So she falls, she falls
When there's no one to catch her
(The pressure is on!)
And she can't breathe
(The world is on her back!)
The eyes are eveywhere
she can't escape
(She's drowning, she's drowning)
Because of The Business
(ooh, oh)
He was a boy with innocence in his eyes
A light in his heart that can never be copied
(He shined so bright-ly)
The moment he walked through those glass doors
That light was taken from him
(Where did that boy go..)
The boy, now a man has a darkness in his eyes
that can tell any lie
He's so blind to his own greed
(He can't see beyond his greed)
The boy, now a man can't hope to defend
When he finally reaches the end,
The limit is near and he's so aware
(He's gone, so gone)
Without a hope, without a care
These people don't care
The Biz is a cruel, cruel game
Longer than any other
For fortune, glamour, and fame
The Biz takes your life and soul
Sells it to the highest bidder
And no one will know
The biz
(Oooh, oooh)
The Biz
Eric walked out of his office, he really needed an early morning drink.
"Oh! Mr. Raymond?" He glanced back at his newly hired secretary, Angela or Angel something like that. She was a brunette and was a much more efficent worker than Rochelle was.
"What is it Angela?" He rubbed his forehead.
"It's Hazel, sir." She said cooly.
He gave her a bland face. "A woman named Rochelle asked me to leave you a note."
Eric's eyes flickered over to the petite brunette then down at a note in her hand.
He continued on his way, he wasn't in the mood for that woman.
"Mr. Raymond? Didn't you hear me?!"
He ignored the foolish woman calling after him. He wasn't interested in dealing with a female that falls on every word that the German-American man spoke. He dealt with Pizzazz when she was smitten with the man, he wasn't up for dealing with a 'compormised' secretary.
It's not like Riot will ever give her the time of day. Eric supposed the woman wasn't so smart after all, it kind of made him laugh.
Finding himself in the bottle of a scotch glass in a secluded club in the center of L.A. always seemed to make him feel like the world was tilted just right and he could relax, forgetting all his troubles for awhile.
Riot's P.O.V. - 9:02 A.M.
"Riot, What is this about our album being delayed another month?" He was surprised when Stormer had come into his office looking so angry. "Zazz was told the board decided to make cut backs and our album was on the chopping block."
"Who told you such a thing?"
She lifted a magazine he hadn't noticed was in her hand.
'Cool Trash!'
"You shouldn't believe too much from a magazine." Rapture sneered from the couch she sat on, next to her was Graphix, who laughed.
"Ignore Rapture dear, It's been awhile since she was on the cover of a magazine." Rapture glared across Riot's glass table at Minx.
"The mag only says our album was 'delayed'." She said before turning back to Riot. "Pizzazz asked Eric if it was true and he told her that the board decided that the money could be put to better use."
That was when he frowned. He didn't like to frown he perferred not to, it gave him headaches. Riot had given Eric a warning back in August about embezzeling money, it seems he will need to remove Eric from the company.
And he tried being so nice too, Alas it was in vain. He knew Eric never cared for Jesse, Riot wasn't even sure he has seen his son since he was born.
"Fear not my dear, You're album will be released on time." He smiled.
"Really?" She asked cautiously.
"Of course."
"That's a relief, thanks Riot." Stormer smiled back at him and left the room.
"What will you do now?" Rapture asked.
"What I should have done in August." He picked up the landline. "Hazel? Be a dear and let Eric know I would like to see him in my office."
"Of course, Mr. Llewelyn."