I got a new chapter up! Man, what's gonna happen to our Benson now? Let's read on.

*only own story and few ocs.

Chapter 20

His head hurt. That's all there was to it. The back stung like as if it were cracked, but feeling over it, it was only a scratch. Benson gently rolled himself over and faced the sky looking up at the Tower. He had felt someone throw him off the edge hoping to kill him. But here he lays on the grass with a headache to prove he survived. How could he have fallen from a 1063 feet building and live?

"Semble que nous soyons éveillés maintenant, n'est-ce pas?(looks like we are awake now, are we not)." Benson's blood suddenly ran cold. He knew that voice anywhere. And turning his head to his left to look only confirmed his fear. The black cape, red sad eyes, drooped ears, a bat-woman. The bat-woman that had prodicted her demise by his hand. The one that scares him to hell.

"Bonjour Benjamin," Angoisser said in an almost sarcastic remark. He tried to get up, but couldn't make his arms and legs cooperate for some reason. He stops and waits to see what she'll do. She laughed softly. "That could have be bad if you had hit the ground. Luckily I came in time to watch that pig-man knock you out with a shovel and throw you off the Tower."

So it was Mr. Gage that attacked me? Benson thought. Then out loud he asks the bat, "what about the newt I was with?"

"Oh right. The newt named Hugo. Naughty was he, to tell someone that much info about the supernatural. And even naughtier to give out hints to the casino crisis. What a jabber mouth. Of course, I'm not much to criticize," she giggled mischievously. "Now to answer your question, Death has taken him back to the otherworld. His 24 hours are long up."

Benson sighed. "Alright. Now what about my arms and legs? Why can't I move them?"

Her smile widened wickedly. "I froze the movement in them. You won't move till I say so," she turns her back in a dramatic way and walks a few steps. Then turns her head to look at him. "On to the explanation of why I did. You see, I thought I could draw you out by sudden decrease in population, but you were drawn to something else I hadn't planned on. This something out of plan is going to happen tonight at 11:00p.m. Something, how you say, big. It's something so bizarre that no one will ever mention it in history."

Her whole body is now facing his direction. She starts walking toward him. "This 'something' will destroy my fun. I have had a vision of you getting involved in it...and dying!" she hissed. She was just hovering above him. She bends down onto her knees close to his face. "I've frozen your limbs to keep you from getting involved. If you die tonight without killing me first, then my vision would have been wrong. And no matter what, I hate being wrong!"

Benson was trying to keep himself from showing fear, but he always had been terrible at doing so. However, he wasn't going to let her scare him into silence. "So you're just gonna keep me here? Out in the open? In front of Paris' greatest of landmarks?"

"Ah, but don't you think I had thought of that?" She evilly grinned again. She stands straight up, moves back two steps and waves her arms around in a gentle swaying motion like Tai Chi. A horrible scent passes through in his left nostril to where he started to choke. It didn't last as long as 30 seconds till it came out the other one. As he gasped for breath, he got a whiff of another terrible stench. "Gagh! What smells like a sewer?"

"A sewer, silly!" The Eiffel Tower and the whole area plus the night sky melted away into mud. Bricks appeared under the mush and there were pipes running here and there through them on the walls. Benson gazed around and concluded Angoisser had made up the whole place to divert him from realizing where they were. He wouldn't ever tell her how impressed he was that she had done that.

She gave a toothy grin and Benson figured she read his mind. Crap. She walked up closer to him again and he tried his arms and legs. "Calm yourself, you'll chafe," Angoisser tells him. He stops and looks at her as if she said something weird until he felt mud give way from his arms and legs.

"What the? You didn't freeze my arms and legs, you strapped them to a table you psychopathic bitch!"

"Such words! I never said exactly how I froze your limbs, did I?" She walked around the table in a taunting manner. "Besides it's the only thing keeping you from getting loose and falling to the ground."

"Fall to the grou-oooh crap," Benson cursed when the mud that was on him and that had made up the fake tower and sky slid and clumped together above- erh- below him. He stared at the bat whose cape and ears were now pointed toward the pile of mush. "You are one confusing mother fucker," he glared. She blushes and says, "you flatter me."

Angoisser hopped down and landed on her feet next to the mucky pile of mud. She stands herself up and looks at the watch she is wearing on her left wrist. She smiles, pleased with the time, and walks over to a wall and sits herself down, crisscrossing her legs. "Not long now."

Benson tried the straps again. It's no use, he thought to himself. I'm not going anywhere. Even if I get out of the straps, she can just put me back easy. Giving into a sigh, a loud growl erupted from his chassis. He blushed at his rumbling stomach as Angoisser was laughing her ass off below. "Someone hungry?"

He tried to ignore her and go back to the getting free situation, but her giggles made his embarrassment too much to handle. He just gave up and let himself hang while she rolled on the floor. She stopped suddenly and sat up listening for something. Then walked through a tunnel in the wall and came back in a flash. She scaled the adjacent wall to Benson with something in her hand. "Want a bite?" she asks and holds out a struggling rat by its tail.

Benson stares at the live rat and tries to shut his mouth as tight as he could just in case she actually tried to feed him it. Her eyes went back and forth from him to the rodent in her hand. She held it away and shifted it in her hand. Then taking her index finger and thumb, she snapped the squeaking rat's neck and held it out again. "That better?" Benson stared at the dead rat with pity for the thing. The bat shrugged then bit off its head, slurping down the rest of the body with a gulp (ew...).

MG: AHHHGHGHGHG! I CAN'T STAND THIS SUSSPENSE! WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?!

Me: Chill out (0-0)' Next chapter gets interesting. Hopefully I don't get sidetracted so I can upload sooner. Sorry about that everyone! Review please!