Rescue Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade and/or any of the characters.
A/N: Wow. I
can't even begin to explain how much of an apology I owe to everyone
waiting for an update .
I am so sorry that I've taken so
long. I did get your messages and pleads for updates, and I am very
glad to know that so many people love this story.. Thank you guys so
much. You guys make me keep writing D
Anyway, I could drabble all
day, but instead I'm just going to write. Enjoy this, it's all for
you!
Chapter 10; Trouble in Troublesville
It was a long day for Ivy, indeed. She waited in the surprisingly spacious apartment for any word or trace of Tala that never came. To fend off boredom, she'd taken a shower, watched TV, daydreamed, taken another shower, cleared the living room of liquor bottles and dirty socks, cleaned Bryans' mess in the kitchen, and discovered that someone in the 'family' had owned a pet ferret. Needless to say, the day dragged on for far too long.
Somewhere around five, a buzzer rang on the wall by the door and Spencer emerged for the first time to answer it. Apparently, he hadn't been informed of her stay, and shot her a confused glance before pressing a blue button on the speaker and asking who was there. A voice clouded by some static answered with a name, that sounded like 'Peggy', but it could have been Meggy, or Betty or anything else, really. Regardless of the name, Spencer just sighed and pressed a red button on the speaker that Ivy figured would unlock the doors downstairs. Her idea was confirmed, when moments later a knock came to the door. Spencer walked over to it, opened the door and let the girl in.
"Strange looking chick", Ivy thought, as she glanced over the woman, who had crossed to the kitchen table and sat down. She had to have been in her forties, but she certainly didn't dress the part. She was tall and thin, but had no real feminine shape about her. She reminded Ivy of a long wooden plank. She was wearing tight blue jeans covered to the knees by black suede boots, and an orange halter top. Ivy appraised her face, from the bottom of her bony chin to the tips of the frizzy red mop that surrounded her head like a perfect, round bush.
"So Maggie.. what brings you here?" Spencer had taken a seat at the table beside her, and his tone was polite enough, but the look on his face was annoyed and tired. Maggie's crimson lips curled into a smile, revealing large white teeth. The smile did not look friendly. "Well, my dear, I would have thought that you would be the one to remember the inspection dates. I know that Tala and Bryan don't pay as much attention to details as you do." Spencer leaned forward in his chair. "We were inspected less than 6 months ago, and I know that you don't do house calls, Maggie. What do you want?" He lost all politeness this time. Everything about him, from his tone to his posture, went rigid and defensive.
He paid Ivy no attention, and neither did Maggie, who, at the sight of his new stance, seemed to simply glow with delight. "Now, now, Spencer! I've only come for a little chat and to look around a bit. Is there any harm in that?" She asked, her wicked smile growing wider. Ivy didn't like the way she worked. Ivy was slimy, but this freak took the cake. She pushed herself away from the table and got to her feet, appraising her surroundings as a potential buyer would a new house. Spencer remained seated, but his eyes followed her everywhere. "You know I'm not that stupid. Drop the act, and get out. I will not sit here and let you manipulate your way into hurting us." Maggie's smile faded a little, and she turned toward Ivy, looking at her for the first time. "Why don't you leave us, dearie? We have.. private matters.. to disscuss." Ivy looked at Spencer, who was still staring at Maggie. She sighed, and, stealing one final glance at the woman in front of her, walked down the hallway and back into Tala's bedroom.
A few moments passed as she sat on the bed, listening for any sign of a fight, before the door opened and Bryan walked in. He plopped himself down beside her with a can of coke in one hand and an apple in the other. "Who's that?" Ivy asked, as Bryan bit into the apple. He narrowed his eyes a little, choosing his words carefully as he chewed. He swalled his bite and turned his gaze to her. "She's the bitch that runs the place that lets us stay out on our own." He answered, offering a bite of the apple to Ivy, who shook her head. "Why wouldn't you be able to stay on your own?" She asked, her interest piqued. "Because of our past." He answered simply, popping open the top of the can. "I know you guys aren't exactly the epitome of goodness, but what could you have done to society that was so bad?" She challenged.
Bryan looked at her with a smirk on his face. "Come on, girl. Open your eyes here. Look around at what we live in. Tala is town-reknowned for his connections and his sex, I'm the one you go to when you want someone tracked, and Spencer... Well, he might look like the friendly one, but he's the one they should really be watching. He's the guy you go to when you want someone offed." He finished, taking a third and final bite, and tossing the unfinished apple into a wastebasket in the corner. Ivy raised an eyebrow. "Spencer? He kills people." She said, amused. Sure, he was big and kind of intimidating, but she killed for a living herself, and knew he didn't have the right personaltiy. Bryan caught on to her train of thought and his smirk broke into a grin. "You don't believe me. Well, I guess you'll find out sooner or later, for yourself. But right now, Spencer is playing 'outsmart the bitch'. She wants to prove that we're still being violent, and scheming, blah, blah, blah. She wants us out of here and back into the abbey. She thinks that Tala is the ringleader and that we're the pawns. What she doesn't realize is that Tala is just the one who pays the rent and she's about 30 seconds away from the end of her life." He took a long sip of his coke. Ivy shook her head, taking it all in. She went over his speech one more time in her head, hitting the part about Maggie's death just a few seconds too soon. As if on cue, a garbled cry came from down the hall.
Ivy jumped to her feet, surprised, and ran out into the kitchen. And there, almost as if to simply prove that Bryan's allegations were true, Spencer stood holding the struggling Maggie by the throat, about two inches off the floor. His face was calm and collected, showing no sign of effort at all on his part, while Maggie let out a gurgling sound and went limp in his hand. Spencer dropped her onto the floor as though she were just a doll, and looked at Ivy, who stood gawking at the whole scene in front of her. His face evolved from calm and uncaring to a cold smile. "And she does this for a living? You'd never tell, by the look on her face."
Ivy didn't notice Bryan behind her. He walked out in front of her and examined the body on the floor. "Damnit, Spencer. We have to bath the fuckin' bitch now. You used your bare hands." Spencer laughed softly. "Well, I didn't have much of a chance to grab the gloves. You decided to leave the door open and tell her-" he pointed to Ivy "-Everything where Maggie could hear it!" Bryan's face broke into a clumsy smile. "Oh yeah... I did do that, didn't I? Oh well... What's any better than bathing a corpse before dinner?" He said cheerfully, as he picked up the dead lady's foot and dragged her into the bathroom. "Where shall we dump her?" He called back behind him, turning on the water. "Wait 'til Tala gets home. He'll know." Spencer said. He looked at Ivy, his face serious again.
"We haven't been formerly introduced. I'm Spencer. By the way, have you seen my ferret?"
A/N:
well,
there's a chapter that's a bit longer than usual. I was going to put
two chapters together, but I figured that this would be a better
place to leave it. And how about Ivy? Not so much of a bitch when
she's around people more dangerous than herself P
I have to
say, of all the villains I've ever come up with, and there were many,
she's my favorite. She's the one you love to hate. Anywho, I'm off.
reviews are nice XP
Byes!!
