Backwards Part 2
Chandler woke up alone. 'Where is Monica?' he thought. He knew that she had probably gone into work early. Then he realized he had been sleeping on the couch. Monica would have woken him up when she left. He checked the kitchen table for a note. In the two years that they had been married, she had always left a note. However, there wasn't one now.
'That's weird.' Chandler was worried now. Monica was never as disorganized as to forget to leave a note. He tried to shrug it off, thinking that she was probably just in a hurry, but that worrying still stayed in the back of his mind.
They had been there all night. Monica was very tired. She had been too terrified to fall asleep all night. The men were demanding ten million dollars, one million for every two people. If the demands weren't met in 48 hours, they would blow the building sky-high with a bomb. She heard them say it over the phone, as well as everyone else. 'Why did I have to stop at the store?' The men had allowed them to sit up, and had moved all of them into a back room. At least one of the guys was with them at all times.
Monica was sitting in a very uncomfortable position, all scrunched up on the floor. There wasn't very much space in the room they were in, so everyone was sitting close and huddled up. The leader was with them now. Monica looked up and for the first time looked the man in the eyes. He felt her gaze and looked at her. What she saw in his eyes shocked her. She would remember that look for the rest of her life, and every time she thought of it, she would get chills.
It was the look of hatred. Pure hate, pure evil. No compassion for the people in here crying, not even fear for if they don't get the money in time. It really scared her and she looked away immediately. 'Chandler! I just want to go home!' She checked her watch. 10:34.
Chandler jolted awake. He had fallen asleep at his desk while inputing numbers. He looked at the clock on his desk. 10:34. Why did he wake up so fast? A dream! 'What was it about?' Then he remembered. Monica! She was scared. He decided to call her at work.
"Hello? Is Monica Bing there?"
"No, I'm sorry. She never came in to work today."
"I'm her husband. Do you know where she is?"
"No, we don't. She never called."
"Okay, thanks anyways." Chandler hung up the phone. 'Where is she?'
Just then Chandler's boss came in.
"Have you seen the news? Twenty people are being held hostage in a store a couple of blocks from here!"
"Oh my god!"
"I know! They haven't released any names yet."
Something clicked inside Chandler's mind. "Monica! I ha-have to go!" He rushed past Doug and ran downstairs. Chandler stopped to look at the TV.
"In the latest news, twenty people are being held hostage in the local store Quick Stop. Names have not yet been issued, and the men are demanding 10 million dollars for the release of these people."
Chandler had heard enough. He quickly ran over to the store. It was surrounded by ambulances, fire trucks, swat cars, and many police cars. He ran up to one of the policemen.
"Sir, you can't be here."
"My wife is in there. I-I think my wife is in there." Chandler said, his voice shaky.
"Are you sure?"
"I think so. Her name is Monica Bing."
"We are still working on getting names, as you might already know. The press is all over. Sorry for being so rude before, I was just a little irritated. You can wait here until we get the names."
"Thank you."
Inside, the guys had switched duties, the leader had left and the other guy was watching them. Monica was afraid, but she knew she had to. She looked into his eyes.
He was nothing like the other guy. In his eyes, she saw fear, resentment, and compassion. He was the nicer man. She had to try. If not for her for all these people. And of course, Chandler. He was probably worried out of his mind. "Umm...sir?" Everyone in the room looked up. It was a surprise to hear one of them talk, expecially to the men. "Would you mind getting our names down? Could you at least get our names to the police?"
The nicer man saw the look in her eyes, and knew that he couldn't argue with her. 'It couldn't hurt.' "All right," he picked up a spare piece of paper and a pen. "everyone put your name on this." He handed Monica the paper and pen.
"We have just recieved the names over the phone."
"Is-" Chandler took a deep breath, dreading the answer- "Monica Bing on there?"
The policeman paused. He always hated telling people their worst fears. You would think he would get used to it, but he never does, and he never will. "Yes, she is. I'm sorry."
Chandler took some deep breaths. He was trying not to break down and cry. "Have they- has anyone been hurt?"
"No. We have spoken to the men and we have a little over twenty-four hours before they start doing that."
"How much money do you have?"
"Three million. We are focusing more on talking them out of it."
"That means fourteen people will die."
The policeman could only look down. Chandler couldn't hold it in anymore. He broke down and started crying.
"Hey, Mike!"
"Come here for a sec!
The leader was calling the nice guy (Mike) into the other room.
"I have an idea," the leader whispered, holding the phone he was using to communicate with the police against his side. "We have to let the hostages talk to the police. You know, let the guilt set in. That might speed up the money process."
"All right," he agreed. Mike read the first name off the list. "Monica Bing, could you come in here?"
"Here is one of the hostages." The leader said into the phone.
A million things crossed Monica's mind, but she pust past them and walked into the next room. Mike handed her the phone. "It's the police."
"Hello?" Monica said, her voice shaky from fear.
"Hi. This is Officer Johnson. We are working on raising the money. What is your name?"
"Monica Bing."
"Okay Monica, please don't panic. Wait!"
"Yes?"
"I believe someone wants to talk to you." Officer Johnson motioned for Chandler to come over, then handed him the phone.
"Hello?"
"Chandler! Oh my god!"
"Monica! Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Monica couldn't help but start crying. "I miss you so much! I love you!"
"I love you t--"
Chandler was cut off by the leader grabbing the phone away from Monica. "Your turn is up."
"Wait! Chandler!" Monica was crying as she was being dragged away from the phone.
"If you ever want to hear her voice again you better get what we want fast!" The leader shouted at Chandler before slamming down the phone. Monica was bawling. Mike pushed her into another storage room.
"Chandler! Please!" She looked into Mike's eyes. "I just want to see my husband again."
The leader barged in. "Will you shut up!"
"Let me go! I want to see Chandler!"
"Dammit! Shut your mouth!" He pointed his gun at Monica. He was about to fire when he heard a loud crashing noise coming from the storage room where the hostages were being held. "Dammit! You do it!" The leader handed Mike the gun. "Go ahead!" He left the room.
Mike pointed the gun at Monica. "I don't want to do this."
"Then don't. You don't have to."
"You don't understand--"
Monica was terrified, but she pressed on, "Yes I do. You have to stand up to him. All these peoples' lives depend on you." Monica paused and looked into his eyes for the last time. "Please?"
He sighed and stepped into the other room. Monica watched the whole thing from the doorway. "This isn't going to work."
"What are you talking about?"
"We aren't going to get away with this."
"How do you figure that? Of course we're going to get away with this."
"There are swat teams all over the place. Look, we can either surrender now, no murders, or we can die along with twenty other people. I'm not ready to die. Are you?"
The leader angrily looked at him. He walked out, with two hands in the air.
TWO HOURS LATER
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I told you a thousand times I'm fine. When will you listen?"
"I'm working on that."
Monica smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too." Two years and they still love each other as much as they did when they first discovered each other's feelings.
One more chapter to go! There is an interesting twist in the end of the next one, so the more reviews I get, the sooner I will post it!
Chandler woke up alone. 'Where is Monica?' he thought. He knew that she had probably gone into work early. Then he realized he had been sleeping on the couch. Monica would have woken him up when she left. He checked the kitchen table for a note. In the two years that they had been married, she had always left a note. However, there wasn't one now.
'That's weird.' Chandler was worried now. Monica was never as disorganized as to forget to leave a note. He tried to shrug it off, thinking that she was probably just in a hurry, but that worrying still stayed in the back of his mind.
They had been there all night. Monica was very tired. She had been too terrified to fall asleep all night. The men were demanding ten million dollars, one million for every two people. If the demands weren't met in 48 hours, they would blow the building sky-high with a bomb. She heard them say it over the phone, as well as everyone else. 'Why did I have to stop at the store?' The men had allowed them to sit up, and had moved all of them into a back room. At least one of the guys was with them at all times.
Monica was sitting in a very uncomfortable position, all scrunched up on the floor. There wasn't very much space in the room they were in, so everyone was sitting close and huddled up. The leader was with them now. Monica looked up and for the first time looked the man in the eyes. He felt her gaze and looked at her. What she saw in his eyes shocked her. She would remember that look for the rest of her life, and every time she thought of it, she would get chills.
It was the look of hatred. Pure hate, pure evil. No compassion for the people in here crying, not even fear for if they don't get the money in time. It really scared her and she looked away immediately. 'Chandler! I just want to go home!' She checked her watch. 10:34.
Chandler jolted awake. He had fallen asleep at his desk while inputing numbers. He looked at the clock on his desk. 10:34. Why did he wake up so fast? A dream! 'What was it about?' Then he remembered. Monica! She was scared. He decided to call her at work.
"Hello? Is Monica Bing there?"
"No, I'm sorry. She never came in to work today."
"I'm her husband. Do you know where she is?"
"No, we don't. She never called."
"Okay, thanks anyways." Chandler hung up the phone. 'Where is she?'
Just then Chandler's boss came in.
"Have you seen the news? Twenty people are being held hostage in a store a couple of blocks from here!"
"Oh my god!"
"I know! They haven't released any names yet."
Something clicked inside Chandler's mind. "Monica! I ha-have to go!" He rushed past Doug and ran downstairs. Chandler stopped to look at the TV.
"In the latest news, twenty people are being held hostage in the local store Quick Stop. Names have not yet been issued, and the men are demanding 10 million dollars for the release of these people."
Chandler had heard enough. He quickly ran over to the store. It was surrounded by ambulances, fire trucks, swat cars, and many police cars. He ran up to one of the policemen.
"Sir, you can't be here."
"My wife is in there. I-I think my wife is in there." Chandler said, his voice shaky.
"Are you sure?"
"I think so. Her name is Monica Bing."
"We are still working on getting names, as you might already know. The press is all over. Sorry for being so rude before, I was just a little irritated. You can wait here until we get the names."
"Thank you."
Inside, the guys had switched duties, the leader had left and the other guy was watching them. Monica was afraid, but she knew she had to. She looked into his eyes.
He was nothing like the other guy. In his eyes, she saw fear, resentment, and compassion. He was the nicer man. She had to try. If not for her for all these people. And of course, Chandler. He was probably worried out of his mind. "Umm...sir?" Everyone in the room looked up. It was a surprise to hear one of them talk, expecially to the men. "Would you mind getting our names down? Could you at least get our names to the police?"
The nicer man saw the look in her eyes, and knew that he couldn't argue with her. 'It couldn't hurt.' "All right," he picked up a spare piece of paper and a pen. "everyone put your name on this." He handed Monica the paper and pen.
"We have just recieved the names over the phone."
"Is-" Chandler took a deep breath, dreading the answer- "Monica Bing on there?"
The policeman paused. He always hated telling people their worst fears. You would think he would get used to it, but he never does, and he never will. "Yes, she is. I'm sorry."
Chandler took some deep breaths. He was trying not to break down and cry. "Have they- has anyone been hurt?"
"No. We have spoken to the men and we have a little over twenty-four hours before they start doing that."
"How much money do you have?"
"Three million. We are focusing more on talking them out of it."
"That means fourteen people will die."
The policeman could only look down. Chandler couldn't hold it in anymore. He broke down and started crying.
"Hey, Mike!"
"Come here for a sec!
The leader was calling the nice guy (Mike) into the other room.
"I have an idea," the leader whispered, holding the phone he was using to communicate with the police against his side. "We have to let the hostages talk to the police. You know, let the guilt set in. That might speed up the money process."
"All right," he agreed. Mike read the first name off the list. "Monica Bing, could you come in here?"
"Here is one of the hostages." The leader said into the phone.
A million things crossed Monica's mind, but she pust past them and walked into the next room. Mike handed her the phone. "It's the police."
"Hello?" Monica said, her voice shaky from fear.
"Hi. This is Officer Johnson. We are working on raising the money. What is your name?"
"Monica Bing."
"Okay Monica, please don't panic. Wait!"
"Yes?"
"I believe someone wants to talk to you." Officer Johnson motioned for Chandler to come over, then handed him the phone.
"Hello?"
"Chandler! Oh my god!"
"Monica! Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Monica couldn't help but start crying. "I miss you so much! I love you!"
"I love you t--"
Chandler was cut off by the leader grabbing the phone away from Monica. "Your turn is up."
"Wait! Chandler!" Monica was crying as she was being dragged away from the phone.
"If you ever want to hear her voice again you better get what we want fast!" The leader shouted at Chandler before slamming down the phone. Monica was bawling. Mike pushed her into another storage room.
"Chandler! Please!" She looked into Mike's eyes. "I just want to see my husband again."
The leader barged in. "Will you shut up!"
"Let me go! I want to see Chandler!"
"Dammit! Shut your mouth!" He pointed his gun at Monica. He was about to fire when he heard a loud crashing noise coming from the storage room where the hostages were being held. "Dammit! You do it!" The leader handed Mike the gun. "Go ahead!" He left the room.
Mike pointed the gun at Monica. "I don't want to do this."
"Then don't. You don't have to."
"You don't understand--"
Monica was terrified, but she pressed on, "Yes I do. You have to stand up to him. All these peoples' lives depend on you." Monica paused and looked into his eyes for the last time. "Please?"
He sighed and stepped into the other room. Monica watched the whole thing from the doorway. "This isn't going to work."
"What are you talking about?"
"We aren't going to get away with this."
"How do you figure that? Of course we're going to get away with this."
"There are swat teams all over the place. Look, we can either surrender now, no murders, or we can die along with twenty other people. I'm not ready to die. Are you?"
The leader angrily looked at him. He walked out, with two hands in the air.
TWO HOURS LATER
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I told you a thousand times I'm fine. When will you listen?"
"I'm working on that."
Monica smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too." Two years and they still love each other as much as they did when they first discovered each other's feelings.
One more chapter to go! There is an interesting twist in the end of the next one, so the more reviews I get, the sooner I will post it!