Okay, I apologize for not posting last night AGAIN.
(I'm pretty sure this new medication is making my body's bedtime at 9:00 now.)
So here's an early morning chapter.
:)
(Also, I'm feeling WAY better today and last night. Thanks again for your concern.)
EVERYTHING BEYOND THIS POINT IN UNEDITED, YET AGAIN.
Thanks for all the reviews and well-wishes, guys.
I should be fine by the weekend,FYI...
but waking up in the early hours of the morning with you heart beating as if you're having a heart attack isn't fun.
Trust me-
I know.
BloodLily16 (Chapter 20):
Yep. At exactly 3:29 I texted my mom at work and said "I HAVE BEEN UP FOR EXACTLY 12 HOURS."
Fun times.
Lepardlover (Chapter 20):
Awww...thank you! *hug*
Also, it's not really that I'm tired (the prescription cases both tiredness AND loss of sleep, so I guess I'm getting the tiredness end of it.), it's just I wake up feeling like I'm having a cross between an anxiety attack what I think a heart attack would feel like at like- 3AM. It throws me off and puts me on red alert for the rest of the day.
A Lonely Angel (Chapter 20):
You hit the nail on the head...except for Dr. Horrible. I've ever seen that, so I don't really know if he'd be like The Master or not. :/
raggedymadness (Chapter 19):
Why thank you! :D
raggedymadness (Chapter 20):
OH MY GOD.
WHAT IF THE DOCTOR DISGUISED HIMSELF AS A HIPPIE IN THE 70'S AND THE MASTER IS ONE OF THOSE ANTI-HIPPIE GUYS WHO ARE ALL BUSINESS AND POLITICS AND HE'S COMING FOR HIM.
But, anyway: Yes. You are completely right.
Paradox Predator (Chapter 20):
Trust me, it's gonna get a little violent form here on out.
No big, detailed murder- but just some more shooting.
Chapter Twenty One- The Offer
The Master looked down at his handiwork, the two bodies lying haphazardly on the hard ground, pools of blood already formed around him. He pocketed his gun, and walked off and out of the alley, not a single trace of murder on him as he walked along the other people of New York. Suddenly, he felt someone tap on his shoulder, he turned only to see a man in a fedora that his his face, holding out a scrap of paper to him. The Master grabbed it, the other man walking off as quickly and secretly as he could in the other direction. He unfolded the paper, reading a bold, sweeping script:
I see potential in you.
If you come to the alley at 38th & Ford, I'll make you can offer you can't refuse.
The Master crumpled up the paper, putting it into his pocket. He knew what was happening. He had just been too lovestruck and preoccupied to realize one simple flaw: Who was Jackie Masters? He couldn't have just had a duplicate Master in this world who bit the dust. He couldn't have had anything, unless he had done what he was about to do at that very moment. He knew in his mind that this was for the best, since if he didn't, it would have been likely that himself and Jessie would have gotten shot in the head while tied to chairs. He walked outside of the alleyway nonchalantly, turning, and deciding he had unfinished buisness. He walked back in, stepping over the bodies and the pools of blood accumulating around them. He then wuickly turned, realizing he should probably leave a little something...a calling card of sorts. He grabbed a tied-up newspaper from a nearby garbage can, and dipped it in the blood, writing 'J.M.' in a beautiful swooping script. He then walked away, heading for 38th and Ford.
When he finally reach the alley on 38th and Ford, he was surprised to see a single man in the back of the alley. He wore a dark suit with light pinstripes, and gray fedora. The Master watched as he shifted, revealing a very large rifle in his hand, holding it haphazardly, not believing that he'd have to use it during this conversation. He had short blonde hair, hazel eyes, and looked roughly in his 30's or 40's. "Well, well, well...look who it is." He said, walking a few yards foreword. "The new kid on the block who took out those street rat 'robbers'." He said making air quotes. The Master merely nodded, not thinking of it as his greatest achievement. "I can tell by the way you're lookin' at me that you ain't proud of that. Not the 'oh,it's so unethical!' not proud, but 'I should have cut up the bodies or somethin' not proud. See, I work for a very secretive corporation, and we need guys like you. Guys who don't think twice and are quick on their feet and think fast." He began, holding out a hand.
"So, boy...you interested?"
Again, I want to apologize for not posting at night for the past two days. I feel bad when I don't. :(
Also, I just wanted to let you guys know that there might be double or triple postings tonight- my mom has a company Christmas party tonight until 6 or 7, so I have about 3 to 4 hours of alone time, which I'll either spend in bed on my phone, drawing, sleeping, or possibly writing a chapter. But, who knows. My mom could be back by 4 for all I know. Hopefully i'll have some time!
...maybe I'll have an incentive to write chapters instead of sleep if I get some reviews form you guys. (hint hint)
;)
Review? Pwease? For the crippled sick person who writes this?