Disclaimer: (sigh) Nothing! I own nothing! Got it? Good! (Oh yeah, I
do own Lisa. Heh. Whoops....)
A/N: Ok, cliffhanger is ending in a few seconds (or minutes, depending on how fast you read). I have had a reviewer who would like to know when the mystery woman is coming, and the answer is soon. Once again, please, please, please review! I'm on my knees!!!! Pretty please review!!! O.K. now back to the story...
"Lance?" Chris asked in disbelief. Lance smiled evilly.
"Chris, you are so dense." Lance said (kind of gay-like I might add) "Of course it was me. As a matter of fact.." Lance leered at Lisa "I've already had that special pleasure with-" Lance was cut off by a swift punch to the face.
"You jackass!" Chris yelled. "Which one of our group did you waste huh? Which one?" Lance grinned as a drop of blood slowly rolled down his chin.
"Matt." He said simply. They both turned at the sound of a grown man squealing and begging for mercy. It was Paul. Lisa had one foot slowly applying pressure to the soft spot of every man.
"Take down the glass, Lance." She said threateningly. "I know that you have the remote."
"What if I don't?" Lance asked. Lisa shrugged.
"Then somebody's night is going to be ruined." She said. Lance didn't say anything. Chris lunged at him. He could control his anger no longer. Lance dropped the remote, and Chris picked it up. He quickly punched all of the buttons and after hitting the last one, the glass came down. Chris punched Lance a couple more times for good measure and then stood up. Lisa ran into her brother's open arms. They hugged for a few minutes, and then Lisa took a step back. After that, she punched him right in the crotch.
"Oh god...." he said falling to his knees. He took a couple of deep breaths and regained his composure.
"What was that for?" He asked, almost infuriated.
Lisa shrugged. "For taking too long. You deserved it." Then they walked through the door, to the sounds of approaching sirens.
A/N: Ok, cliffhanger is ending in a few seconds (or minutes, depending on how fast you read). I have had a reviewer who would like to know when the mystery woman is coming, and the answer is soon. Once again, please, please, please review! I'm on my knees!!!! Pretty please review!!! O.K. now back to the story...
"Lance?" Chris asked in disbelief. Lance smiled evilly.
"Chris, you are so dense." Lance said (kind of gay-like I might add) "Of course it was me. As a matter of fact.." Lance leered at Lisa "I've already had that special pleasure with-" Lance was cut off by a swift punch to the face.
"You jackass!" Chris yelled. "Which one of our group did you waste huh? Which one?" Lance grinned as a drop of blood slowly rolled down his chin.
"Matt." He said simply. They both turned at the sound of a grown man squealing and begging for mercy. It was Paul. Lisa had one foot slowly applying pressure to the soft spot of every man.
"Take down the glass, Lance." She said threateningly. "I know that you have the remote."
"What if I don't?" Lance asked. Lisa shrugged.
"Then somebody's night is going to be ruined." She said. Lance didn't say anything. Chris lunged at him. He could control his anger no longer. Lance dropped the remote, and Chris picked it up. He quickly punched all of the buttons and after hitting the last one, the glass came down. Chris punched Lance a couple more times for good measure and then stood up. Lisa ran into her brother's open arms. They hugged for a few minutes, and then Lisa took a step back. After that, she punched him right in the crotch.
"Oh god...." he said falling to his knees. He took a couple of deep breaths and regained his composure.
"What was that for?" He asked, almost infuriated.
Lisa shrugged. "For taking too long. You deserved it." Then they walked through the door, to the sounds of approaching sirens.