Chapter 6: To Cry
Ross walked next to Chandler in a hospital hallway. "So what happened?" Ross asked.
"We went down to the station, Officer Norton told us Daryl Huntley had broken out of the holding cell when being transported to the trial. Another officer trying to shoot at Daryl shot Sergeant Akin in the leg. His room is 239."
"Why didn't they tell you, call or something?" Ross asked.
Chandler shook his head, "So we wouldn't have to deal with it."
"This is crazy," Ross uttered miserably. He paused, "And Monica is at the apartment with Rachel?"
Chandler nodded. He stopped in front of a door labelled 239. He knocked once then entered, Ross close behind.
"Sergeant Akin, how are you?" Chandler said as he eyed the sergeant with bandages around his leg.
"Miserable, that ass got out," he said ashamed.
"He won't go far, he'll get caught." Ross said quietly.
"I hope you are right," Sergeant Akin declared.
Ross motioned to Chandler, "You got outside, call Monica and I'll stay here and talk to the Sergeant more." Chandler looked at him cautiously, then silently left.
Monica answered the phone, and Phoebe sat down next to her. "Hello?" Monica said.
"Mon, it's me," Chandler replied on the other line.
"What's going on?" Monica questioned immediately.
"Well, Ross and I came to the-," Chandler stopped mid sentence.
"Chandler?" Monica worriedly said.
"Oh my god," Chandler hushed.
"Where are you?" Monica pleaded for answers.
"I'm in the hospital hallway, look I'll call you later," Chandler said and the line hung up.
Monica stared at the phone in confusion and disbelief.
In the hospital hallway Chandler had been talking on the phone when he saw Daryl walking slowly down the hall. Chandler was in awe. After hanging up his phone, he quietly followed him down a hallway. Chandler wanted to turn away and go get a police officer, but he kept his paced distance behind Daryl. The hallway was cold and the whole hospital seemed to be still and silent. Chandler kept his pace. Daryl turned carefully, to see if he was being followed. Chandler turned quickly and pretended to be at a water fountain that he had seen a moment before. Daryl turned back around and entered a hospital room. Chandler followed and looked into the window situated on the door, it was covered by some kind of material. Chandler tried the door but it wouldn't open. He knocked once and slowly the door opened an inch. Angela stuck her head out the door.
"Angela?" Chandler questioned. She looked distraught and had tearstains down her face. The door opened more and Chandler found himself face to face with Daryl. Daryl grabbed Chandler's arm and pulled him into the dark room. Chandler looked warily at Daryl. He didn't take his eyes off him, to see any of the room or any of the people in it. Suddenly Chandler heard a slightly familiar voice from across the room. He took his eyes off Daryl, who had now pulled out a gun, and looked towards the voice.
"Dad?" The voice rang in his ears. Chandler focused his glare on Jaron, seated in the corner wearing overalls. He was larger than he was when he was four, and he looked sleepy.
"J-Jaron," Chandler stuttered.
Daryl grabbed Chandler's head and he refocused his gaze on Daryl. "We've taken care of this kid, and he's been with a lot of our family friends. We knew one of you'd find us and so we want to make sure we aren't found out." Daryl whispered.
"You haven't done anything to help that poor child," Angela screamed.
"Shut up Angie," Daryl said in monotone.
"You're a bastard," Angela said, tears streaming down her face. "How many more kids have you taken? I talked to Mom and Dad, they said you stole a little girl away from her babysitter, and once you took a seven-year-old girl right from her school playground. No one's kids are safe when you're around, hey Daryl?" She yelled.
Jaron was quietly crying in the corner, Angela walked over to him, Daryl following her with his gun. "Honey, you'll be fine, and you see, you're parents are fine."
Jaron looked like he wanted to rush to Chandler, but knew he couldn't, "Those kids stayed in the same places I did." Jaron said, hurt.
Chandler tested his voice, "Jaron, Mom's fine, and Uncle Ross and Joey, and Aunt Rachel and Phoebe they're all fine. They miss you."
Daryl kicked Chandler's leg, "Shut up! Stop talking to the kid!"
Chandler stopped talking and stood quietly.
Daryl spoke clearly, "I will let the kid go, he can go home, live with your wife and everything, but I want to be free. And the only way I can do that is to kill you."
"What?" Chandler hissed. "Are you insane?"
"I can't trust you," Daryl said. "I'll just let the kid go, and me, Angela, and you will go someplace and we can get rid of you."
"Get rid of him?" Angela screamed, "What are we in a James Bond movie or something?" She kicked Daryl hard in the leg, and he turned around and pointed the gun in her face, the tip touched her nose.
"You don't know anything, Angie," Daryl said. "So stay quiet." She stood astonished.
Chandler walked over to Jaron, and picked him up, "Let him go, I'll go with you, but let Angela go too."
Daryl paused, and decided. "Go, Angie, take this kid to his mother."
Chandler kissed Jaron's head, "I'm sorry this happened," Chandler said.
Minutes later, Chandler and Daryl were walking outside to a car Daryl had stolen.
Angela turned up outside the door of the apartment. Monica answered it, clutching the phone. It's hadn't rung in five hours, but she was still clutching the phone. Monica looked at Angela's hand; she was holding the hand of Jaron. Monica screamed and threw her arms around her son. She cried, and yelled for Phoebe to come. Monica wiped away Jaron's tears. "Honey, do you remember us?"
Jaron leaned into Monica and she picked him up, "I remember playing in the park with you and Dad and we played on the bridge." Monica nodded, remembering.
"Do you remember Phoebe, Joey, Rachel, Ross?" Monica asked, wiping her tears.
"I remember watching Sesame Street with them one day when you and Dad were out."
Monica held back emotion, "Do you remember being taken away from us?"
Jaron shook his head and hugged her.
"Where's Daddy anyway?" Monica asked, glancing to Angela.
Phoebe walked up and was amazed by Monica holding Jaron. "What's going on?"
"Jaron's home," Monica said happily, "But where's Chandler; and Daryl?"
Angela's face was pale; "Chandler gave himself up for Jaron's life. Daryl is crazy. He really is. He's a psychopath." She stumbled on her words.
"What?" Monica yelped, "Where did they go? Is Chandler still alive?"
"Mrs. Bing?" Sergeant Akin said as she entered his hospital room. It was four days later.
"Hello, how's your leg?" She asked, showing little emotion.
"Good, thank you, how's your son? I heard you got him home safe," Sergeant Akin beamed.
"He's fine, he's resting a lot, since he's been back at the apartment with our friends."
"And your husband?" Sergeant Akin asked pleasantly.
"Actually, that's why I'm here," Monica proceeded. "He died."
Sergeant Akin's breath stopped, and he felt like stone, "How?"
Monica's eyes filled with tears, "He gave himself up for Jaron's life." She broke into tears, "I can live without my son, I have for two years, but I can't live a day without Chandler!"
"How do you know he's definitely dead?" Sergeant Akin begged.
"A witness saw Daryl and Chandler pick up gas at a local station, on the state border. Then, three hours later they found Daryl's stolen vehicle, with Daryl still in it, at the bottom of a lake ten miles away." Monica poured with emotion. "He's not been found, they said there is no hope. He would have been dead in minutes after being in the water for a few moments. The car door was closed, but one window was open, so they think," she sighed, "they think his body will turn up soon."
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Bing," Sergeant Akin consoled her.
"I came to tell you we are holding a memorial tomorrow, and if you wish to come, you can call me or my brother." Monica frowned and exited the room.
"God damn." Sergeant Akin muttered to himself. He began to cry.
Ross walked next to Chandler in a hospital hallway. "So what happened?" Ross asked.
"We went down to the station, Officer Norton told us Daryl Huntley had broken out of the holding cell when being transported to the trial. Another officer trying to shoot at Daryl shot Sergeant Akin in the leg. His room is 239."
"Why didn't they tell you, call or something?" Ross asked.
Chandler shook his head, "So we wouldn't have to deal with it."
"This is crazy," Ross uttered miserably. He paused, "And Monica is at the apartment with Rachel?"
Chandler nodded. He stopped in front of a door labelled 239. He knocked once then entered, Ross close behind.
"Sergeant Akin, how are you?" Chandler said as he eyed the sergeant with bandages around his leg.
"Miserable, that ass got out," he said ashamed.
"He won't go far, he'll get caught." Ross said quietly.
"I hope you are right," Sergeant Akin declared.
Ross motioned to Chandler, "You got outside, call Monica and I'll stay here and talk to the Sergeant more." Chandler looked at him cautiously, then silently left.
Monica answered the phone, and Phoebe sat down next to her. "Hello?" Monica said.
"Mon, it's me," Chandler replied on the other line.
"What's going on?" Monica questioned immediately.
"Well, Ross and I came to the-," Chandler stopped mid sentence.
"Chandler?" Monica worriedly said.
"Oh my god," Chandler hushed.
"Where are you?" Monica pleaded for answers.
"I'm in the hospital hallway, look I'll call you later," Chandler said and the line hung up.
Monica stared at the phone in confusion and disbelief.
In the hospital hallway Chandler had been talking on the phone when he saw Daryl walking slowly down the hall. Chandler was in awe. After hanging up his phone, he quietly followed him down a hallway. Chandler wanted to turn away and go get a police officer, but he kept his paced distance behind Daryl. The hallway was cold and the whole hospital seemed to be still and silent. Chandler kept his pace. Daryl turned carefully, to see if he was being followed. Chandler turned quickly and pretended to be at a water fountain that he had seen a moment before. Daryl turned back around and entered a hospital room. Chandler followed and looked into the window situated on the door, it was covered by some kind of material. Chandler tried the door but it wouldn't open. He knocked once and slowly the door opened an inch. Angela stuck her head out the door.
"Angela?" Chandler questioned. She looked distraught and had tearstains down her face. The door opened more and Chandler found himself face to face with Daryl. Daryl grabbed Chandler's arm and pulled him into the dark room. Chandler looked warily at Daryl. He didn't take his eyes off him, to see any of the room or any of the people in it. Suddenly Chandler heard a slightly familiar voice from across the room. He took his eyes off Daryl, who had now pulled out a gun, and looked towards the voice.
"Dad?" The voice rang in his ears. Chandler focused his glare on Jaron, seated in the corner wearing overalls. He was larger than he was when he was four, and he looked sleepy.
"J-Jaron," Chandler stuttered.
Daryl grabbed Chandler's head and he refocused his gaze on Daryl. "We've taken care of this kid, and he's been with a lot of our family friends. We knew one of you'd find us and so we want to make sure we aren't found out." Daryl whispered.
"You haven't done anything to help that poor child," Angela screamed.
"Shut up Angie," Daryl said in monotone.
"You're a bastard," Angela said, tears streaming down her face. "How many more kids have you taken? I talked to Mom and Dad, they said you stole a little girl away from her babysitter, and once you took a seven-year-old girl right from her school playground. No one's kids are safe when you're around, hey Daryl?" She yelled.
Jaron was quietly crying in the corner, Angela walked over to him, Daryl following her with his gun. "Honey, you'll be fine, and you see, you're parents are fine."
Jaron looked like he wanted to rush to Chandler, but knew he couldn't, "Those kids stayed in the same places I did." Jaron said, hurt.
Chandler tested his voice, "Jaron, Mom's fine, and Uncle Ross and Joey, and Aunt Rachel and Phoebe they're all fine. They miss you."
Daryl kicked Chandler's leg, "Shut up! Stop talking to the kid!"
Chandler stopped talking and stood quietly.
Daryl spoke clearly, "I will let the kid go, he can go home, live with your wife and everything, but I want to be free. And the only way I can do that is to kill you."
"What?" Chandler hissed. "Are you insane?"
"I can't trust you," Daryl said. "I'll just let the kid go, and me, Angela, and you will go someplace and we can get rid of you."
"Get rid of him?" Angela screamed, "What are we in a James Bond movie or something?" She kicked Daryl hard in the leg, and he turned around and pointed the gun in her face, the tip touched her nose.
"You don't know anything, Angie," Daryl said. "So stay quiet." She stood astonished.
Chandler walked over to Jaron, and picked him up, "Let him go, I'll go with you, but let Angela go too."
Daryl paused, and decided. "Go, Angie, take this kid to his mother."
Chandler kissed Jaron's head, "I'm sorry this happened," Chandler said.
Minutes later, Chandler and Daryl were walking outside to a car Daryl had stolen.
Angela turned up outside the door of the apartment. Monica answered it, clutching the phone. It's hadn't rung in five hours, but she was still clutching the phone. Monica looked at Angela's hand; she was holding the hand of Jaron. Monica screamed and threw her arms around her son. She cried, and yelled for Phoebe to come. Monica wiped away Jaron's tears. "Honey, do you remember us?"
Jaron leaned into Monica and she picked him up, "I remember playing in the park with you and Dad and we played on the bridge." Monica nodded, remembering.
"Do you remember Phoebe, Joey, Rachel, Ross?" Monica asked, wiping her tears.
"I remember watching Sesame Street with them one day when you and Dad were out."
Monica held back emotion, "Do you remember being taken away from us?"
Jaron shook his head and hugged her.
"Where's Daddy anyway?" Monica asked, glancing to Angela.
Phoebe walked up and was amazed by Monica holding Jaron. "What's going on?"
"Jaron's home," Monica said happily, "But where's Chandler; and Daryl?"
Angela's face was pale; "Chandler gave himself up for Jaron's life. Daryl is crazy. He really is. He's a psychopath." She stumbled on her words.
"What?" Monica yelped, "Where did they go? Is Chandler still alive?"
"Mrs. Bing?" Sergeant Akin said as she entered his hospital room. It was four days later.
"Hello, how's your leg?" She asked, showing little emotion.
"Good, thank you, how's your son? I heard you got him home safe," Sergeant Akin beamed.
"He's fine, he's resting a lot, since he's been back at the apartment with our friends."
"And your husband?" Sergeant Akin asked pleasantly.
"Actually, that's why I'm here," Monica proceeded. "He died."
Sergeant Akin's breath stopped, and he felt like stone, "How?"
Monica's eyes filled with tears, "He gave himself up for Jaron's life." She broke into tears, "I can live without my son, I have for two years, but I can't live a day without Chandler!"
"How do you know he's definitely dead?" Sergeant Akin begged.
"A witness saw Daryl and Chandler pick up gas at a local station, on the state border. Then, three hours later they found Daryl's stolen vehicle, with Daryl still in it, at the bottom of a lake ten miles away." Monica poured with emotion. "He's not been found, they said there is no hope. He would have been dead in minutes after being in the water for a few moments. The car door was closed, but one window was open, so they think," she sighed, "they think his body will turn up soon."
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Bing," Sergeant Akin consoled her.
"I came to tell you we are holding a memorial tomorrow, and if you wish to come, you can call me or my brother." Monica frowned and exited the room.
"God damn." Sergeant Akin muttered to himself. He began to cry.
