Vixen was still running, though very slowly from exhaustion and all the books and papers she was carrying weren't helping much either.
She finally stopped and leaned against a building, breathing heavily. She looked up and noticed she was right across from the street from the other place she works! "Hmm…it's probably almost four o' clock. I guess I should get to work…"
She thought aloud, walking across the street and stepping into the big building. She got into the elevator and pressed the 15th -floor button. As the elevator went up, she started to mumble to herself, "Second floor: hardware, children's ware, ladies lingerie…"
The elevator stopped at the 8th floor and the doors opened and a man with short brown hair and wearing a business suit walked in. "Oh…good morning Mr. Tyler," She greeted the man and he gave her a smile. "It's four in the afternoon Vixen,"
She tittered a little, "Sorry, I'm just a little mixed up today."
"Understandable," The doors then opened once again and tall, beautiful and shapely woman walked in. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a short and tight black dress with matching high-heels. She also reeked of perfume.
"I'm surprised to see you're still working here Vixen, after that duct-tape accident," The woman said and snorted. "I'm surprised you're still marinating in that 'eu de toilette' perfume Sheryl,"
Vixen got a little cartoon in her head of Sheryl filling the bathtub with perfume, then jumping in and smirked to herself. Sheryl ignored her and jumped into Mr. Tyler's arms. "Hello Tyler," she cooed. "Hey Sheryl," They then kissed passionately and Vixen looked away, pretending to be interested in her frog.
The elevator shook, then stopped, the horrible noise of squeaking metal making Sheryl and Tyler cover their ears, but Vixen didn't mind the noise.
"Oh great! Not again!" Sheryl cried, then glared at her. "This is your fault Vixen! You're a jinx!" "Say one more word and I'll open this jar and throw the frog on you." She instantly quieted. 'Heh. That shut her up, the querulous bitch.'
"Since we're stuck, we might as well make the best of it…" Tyler said, giving Sheryl a lecherous grin. She got the same idea and pretty soon they were making out on the floor. Vixen scooted to the corner of the elevator, then set her things down and hopped up on the railing.
Seeing people kiss or do anything lovey-dovey always made her uncomfortable, if not a tad jealous. She wished she had her headphones with her so she could drown out the sounds of the two lovebirds. She shut her eyes and plugged her ears, and her thoughts drifted back to Johnny…
Why did he make her go? Was he afraid he might hurt her? Possibly. She had already known he was the infamous Johnny C, the man behind all those horrible murder cases. Her friend used to tell her all about it. She exhaled loudly. She was very confused.
Was he a friend, or just an acquaintance? Sure they hadn't talked much, but he had helped her more in one day, than most other people have in her whole short life. She remembered how he had thrown her one of his knives when she raised her hand.
It was like they had some sort of…connection. The sounds of love in the elevator was now piercing through her thoughts and Vixen snarled, standing on the rail, then jumping down on the floor, un-jamming the elevator.
The doors opened and she grabbed her things then ran out, heading for the stairs, but not before yelling back, "Tell the boss I took off today! I gotta see someone!"
Okay, now I'm in a rut. I'm not sure what should happen next, I haven't fully figured out the plot of this story ^^;;; any ideas?