Title: Twisted
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Author's Note: First off, I'd just like to apologize for taking so long to post this chapter. I'm afraid that for the past couple of months I've strayed away from the Third Watch fandom. A lack of interest in both writing and reading fiction for the show has resulted in me staying away from it. However, I'm currently trying to renew my interest in TW and have decided to finish posting this story. Also, the fact that Fanfiction.net has been down for so long hasn't helped my cause. However, I'd just like to reassure everyone that this story is in fact complete and all that is left is for me to post up the remaining chapters and I'll try and do that as quickly as possible.
Secondly, I'd just like to thank Andorian IcePrincess and CCA for taking the time to both read and review my last chapter. Knowing that there are at least two people who are still both interested in, and taking the time to read this piece, means a lot to me. You're interest and dedication is much appreciated :)
When I first decided to write this story, I knew I wanted to do a stalker piece but I wasn't sure as to which characters I wanted to involve. Although at first I had wanted to write about Faith being stalked, I had decided to sway away from that notion. I felt at the time that it was too obvious. Then, the thought of it being Angela crossed my mind and I knew that it was perfect. I love Bosco's and Angela's relationship on the show and find it intriguing. Their relationship is so obviously strained and dysfunctional yet despite the awkwardness between them, Bosco obviously cares for his mother and she cares for him. Therefore, the concept of having Angela's life threatened by a psychotic individual had me intrigued. I wanted to see how Bosco would react if his mother's life were in danger. And, although I knew that a story focusing on Angela would not warrant as many reviews as a story revolving Faith and Bosco would, I felt that I had to go ahead and do it regardless, especially since I have a tendency for the unconventional from time to time. However, I never thought that I would have so few people reading this story. And, although that saddens me to some degree, I wouldn't change this story for the world because I really enjoyed writing it.
It was a story that had come fairly easily for me. I had written it in a week, however, real-life and a dwindling lack of interest in the fandom has resulted in long delays between chapters and again I apologize for that. However, as I was saying, I loved writing this story and I immensely enjoyed getting into the mind of a psychopath and writing from his point-of-view as well as from Angela's and Bosco's. So, even though this story doesn't seem to be attracting the attention that I feel it deserves, I feel that it is one of the best I've written as well as the most fun.
So, all of this is to say that I loved writing 'Twisted' and I apologize for the long period between postings. I promise not to do so again, now since this note seems to be longer than the chapter itself, lol, I will end it here. Once again, a heartfelt thanks to those who are still reading.
Sincerely,
Jewel
Chapter 6
The man sat in the bar; angered that Angela was nowhere in sight. He glanced at his watch and saw it was 11:30 p.m. He'd been sitting in the same spot for the past three hours hoping that she would show up. But, as the minutes continued to tick by, he knew that was not going to be the case. Anger washed over him as he thought about how Angela was purposely avoiding him. How dare she? He fumed his jaw tense. How dare she think that she can hide from me - avoid me, the bitch, after all I've done to ensure that we could be together? He said, thinking of the wrench he had killed so that they could live their lives together. If you think that you can avoid me Angela you're gravely mistaken, the man thought as he quickly got up and walked out of the bar into the cover of darkness. He got into his car and pulled out onto the street, hurriedly making his way to Angela's apartment.
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"Is that it?" Bosco asked his mom as he took in the large suitcase and carry on bag sitting by the front door.
"I think so." Angela said uncertainly, trying to remember if she was forgetting anything of importance.
"If you forget anything we can always come back for it tomorrow." He told his mother, instinctively knowing what she was thinking. Angela smiled sadly at her son's ability to read her mind. "Ready?" He asked her, hating to see her so obviously distraught.
"Yeah." Angela said, trying to put on a brave face for her son. She bent down and swung the carry on bag on her shoulder. Bosco quickly bent down and grasped her suitcase in his hand. He closed the light behind them and waited patiently while his mother locked the front door. He put his hand on his mother's arm as they made their way to his car. He placed her suitcase in the trunk of the Mustang as his mother climbed inside. A second later, he crawled in beside her and started the car, quickly making his way back to his apartment. Both of their minds so preoccupied with who could be sending the threatening letters, neither of them noticed the car trailing behind them at a safe distance.
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"What the hell is going on? Where are they going?" The man muttered to himself as he watched the blue Mustang two blocks ahead of him. His thoughts kept going back to the suitcases he had seen the young man walk out with and place in the trunk of his car. "Are they going on a trip?" The man asked himself frantically. "He's taking her away from me. He can't. I won't allow it." The man said, talking to himself, his panic mounting by the second at the possibility that he might never see her again. "I won't let him take her away from me. She's mine." He could feel his blood pressure rising, his face flushed. He made sure to keep them in his sights, afraid to take his eyes off of them for even a second for fear of losing them. He put his foot on the gas, accelerating lightly, trying to keep up with the Mustang but not being too obvious. He had to know where they were going. He had to stop them.
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Bosco pulled the car into his parking space. He sat there for a second before popping open the trunk. He got out of the car and took out his mother's bags. He made sure the car was locked, the alarm activated, before leading her inside.
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The man drove down the street and saw the blue Mustang parked in front of an apartment complex. He continued down the street and parked his car a little ways before heading back on foot to where the man lived. He stood across the street, hidden in the shadows, before fixing cold eyes on the building before him. Although relieved that Angela and that son of a bitch she was with weren't leaving anywhere as he had first surmised, the knowledge that she was moving in with him, or at least staying with the man, was enough to make him angry. His body tensed at the knowledge that Angela was purposely trying to avoid him. Angered that his note had not made her heed his warning as it was intended to, but rather pushed her further into the arms of the man he wanted to rip apart with his bare hands. He cursed himself, Angela, and her lover before vowing to rid of him. Once he had done that, Angela would have no choice but to admit that they belonged together.
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Bosco quickly unlocked the front door and ushered his mother inside. He turned on the lights and made sure to lock the door behind him. He brought her bags into his room, placing them by the closet before going back into the living room to join her. "Do you want anything to drink?" Her asked her nervously, running his hand through his hair, not quite sure what to say to her. Angela shook her head before sitting on the couch, still in disbelief over what was happening. Bosco walked over to the window and looked outside trying to see if there was anyone suspicious lurking about. He stayed that way for a few minutes before closing the blinds, not having seen anyone. He could feel his mother watching him and turned around to face her. "There's no one there." He reassured her before sitting on the couch next to her. They sat together in silence, before Bosco took a deep breath, the silence unnerving to him. "Look, ma. I know you're worried and scared but don't be, okay? I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. Not ever." He told her. Angela stared at him; her eyes brimming with unshed tears, the stress finally getting to her.
"Baby, I don't understand." She told him, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I don't understand why that man would write those things. I mean what did I ever do to make him hate me? Was it something I said? Something I did, because I just don't-" Angela began before being cut off.
"Hey, I want you to listen to me and I want you to listen to me good, okay? Because I'm only going to say this once. You did nothing wrong, ma. This is not your fault. There are a lot of sick bastards out there in the world, I don't know why they do the things they do or say the things they say. If we're gong to sit here and try to think of why this psycho is obsessed and wants to hurt you, then we're going to be sitting here for a really long time." Bosco said, his jaw tense, his voice strong. "I don't know why people do the things they do, but I do know one thing. You did nothing wrong. What's happening here is not your fault and I don't ever want to hear you blame yourself again, are we clear? And I'm going to tell you one more thing. I will not let this guy hurt you. I promise you that."
Angela gazed fondly at her son, pride washing over her that she was blessed to have someone as strong as him in her life. She knew that she hadn't always been there in the past when he had needed her, that she had failed him numerous times when he was growing up. She was so grateful that despite all of her faults, he was still by her side, willing to protect her. "Oh, Maurice baby, I love you so much, you know that right?" Angela said as tears gathered in her eyes.
"I love you too, ma." Bosco told her. Angela enveloped her son in her arms, grateful to have his strong presence by her side.
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The man stood in the safety of the shadows, his cold fixed eyes on the apartment window of the man he despised with every fiber of his being. He had seen the man look outside, had watched his form framed by the window as his eyes had darted along the street. He had promptly backed further into the shadows, a thrill going through him when he realized that the man had failed to see him, even though he was only so many feet away. He fixed unblinking eyes on the window before him, just making out the two silhouettes, clearly making out Angela's form. What he saw next made his blood boil. He could see the silhouettes embrace and pure, hot rage flowed through him. Visions assaulted him of Angela and her lover in a passionate embrace, their lips locked, hands caressing one another, their naked bodies writhing in pleasure. Vision upon vision assaulted him as he tried vainly to block them from his mind. "Stop it!" The man screamed into the deserted night as he banged his fist against the brick wall of the building he was leaning against. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." The man muttered over and over again as he bashed his hand against the brick wall, oblivious to the pain. Finally, he pulled his hand away, seeing how the blood oozed from the raw and abraded knuckles even in the dark. He slowly opened and closed his hand a few times, wincing slightly at the pain. He fixed murderous eyes onto the apartment before him. " I will kill you, you son of a bitch for touching what's mine. And then Angela, I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson. You'll learn first hand what it's like to cross me, you traitorous bitch.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Author's Note: First off, I'd just like to apologize for taking so long to post this chapter. I'm afraid that for the past couple of months I've strayed away from the Third Watch fandom. A lack of interest in both writing and reading fiction for the show has resulted in me staying away from it. However, I'm currently trying to renew my interest in TW and have decided to finish posting this story. Also, the fact that Fanfiction.net has been down for so long hasn't helped my cause. However, I'd just like to reassure everyone that this story is in fact complete and all that is left is for me to post up the remaining chapters and I'll try and do that as quickly as possible.
Secondly, I'd just like to thank Andorian IcePrincess and CCA for taking the time to both read and review my last chapter. Knowing that there are at least two people who are still both interested in, and taking the time to read this piece, means a lot to me. You're interest and dedication is much appreciated :)
When I first decided to write this story, I knew I wanted to do a stalker piece but I wasn't sure as to which characters I wanted to involve. Although at first I had wanted to write about Faith being stalked, I had decided to sway away from that notion. I felt at the time that it was too obvious. Then, the thought of it being Angela crossed my mind and I knew that it was perfect. I love Bosco's and Angela's relationship on the show and find it intriguing. Their relationship is so obviously strained and dysfunctional yet despite the awkwardness between them, Bosco obviously cares for his mother and she cares for him. Therefore, the concept of having Angela's life threatened by a psychotic individual had me intrigued. I wanted to see how Bosco would react if his mother's life were in danger. And, although I knew that a story focusing on Angela would not warrant as many reviews as a story revolving Faith and Bosco would, I felt that I had to go ahead and do it regardless, especially since I have a tendency for the unconventional from time to time. However, I never thought that I would have so few people reading this story. And, although that saddens me to some degree, I wouldn't change this story for the world because I really enjoyed writing it.
It was a story that had come fairly easily for me. I had written it in a week, however, real-life and a dwindling lack of interest in the fandom has resulted in long delays between chapters and again I apologize for that. However, as I was saying, I loved writing this story and I immensely enjoyed getting into the mind of a psychopath and writing from his point-of-view as well as from Angela's and Bosco's. So, even though this story doesn't seem to be attracting the attention that I feel it deserves, I feel that it is one of the best I've written as well as the most fun.
So, all of this is to say that I loved writing 'Twisted' and I apologize for the long period between postings. I promise not to do so again, now since this note seems to be longer than the chapter itself, lol, I will end it here. Once again, a heartfelt thanks to those who are still reading.
Sincerely,
Jewel
Chapter 6
The man sat in the bar; angered that Angela was nowhere in sight. He glanced at his watch and saw it was 11:30 p.m. He'd been sitting in the same spot for the past three hours hoping that she would show up. But, as the minutes continued to tick by, he knew that was not going to be the case. Anger washed over him as he thought about how Angela was purposely avoiding him. How dare she? He fumed his jaw tense. How dare she think that she can hide from me - avoid me, the bitch, after all I've done to ensure that we could be together? He said, thinking of the wrench he had killed so that they could live their lives together. If you think that you can avoid me Angela you're gravely mistaken, the man thought as he quickly got up and walked out of the bar into the cover of darkness. He got into his car and pulled out onto the street, hurriedly making his way to Angela's apartment.
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"Is that it?" Bosco asked his mom as he took in the large suitcase and carry on bag sitting by the front door.
"I think so." Angela said uncertainly, trying to remember if she was forgetting anything of importance.
"If you forget anything we can always come back for it tomorrow." He told his mother, instinctively knowing what she was thinking. Angela smiled sadly at her son's ability to read her mind. "Ready?" He asked her, hating to see her so obviously distraught.
"Yeah." Angela said, trying to put on a brave face for her son. She bent down and swung the carry on bag on her shoulder. Bosco quickly bent down and grasped her suitcase in his hand. He closed the light behind them and waited patiently while his mother locked the front door. He put his hand on his mother's arm as they made their way to his car. He placed her suitcase in the trunk of the Mustang as his mother climbed inside. A second later, he crawled in beside her and started the car, quickly making his way back to his apartment. Both of their minds so preoccupied with who could be sending the threatening letters, neither of them noticed the car trailing behind them at a safe distance.
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"What the hell is going on? Where are they going?" The man muttered to himself as he watched the blue Mustang two blocks ahead of him. His thoughts kept going back to the suitcases he had seen the young man walk out with and place in the trunk of his car. "Are they going on a trip?" The man asked himself frantically. "He's taking her away from me. He can't. I won't allow it." The man said, talking to himself, his panic mounting by the second at the possibility that he might never see her again. "I won't let him take her away from me. She's mine." He could feel his blood pressure rising, his face flushed. He made sure to keep them in his sights, afraid to take his eyes off of them for even a second for fear of losing them. He put his foot on the gas, accelerating lightly, trying to keep up with the Mustang but not being too obvious. He had to know where they were going. He had to stop them.
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Bosco pulled the car into his parking space. He sat there for a second before popping open the trunk. He got out of the car and took out his mother's bags. He made sure the car was locked, the alarm activated, before leading her inside.
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The man drove down the street and saw the blue Mustang parked in front of an apartment complex. He continued down the street and parked his car a little ways before heading back on foot to where the man lived. He stood across the street, hidden in the shadows, before fixing cold eyes on the building before him. Although relieved that Angela and that son of a bitch she was with weren't leaving anywhere as he had first surmised, the knowledge that she was moving in with him, or at least staying with the man, was enough to make him angry. His body tensed at the knowledge that Angela was purposely trying to avoid him. Angered that his note had not made her heed his warning as it was intended to, but rather pushed her further into the arms of the man he wanted to rip apart with his bare hands. He cursed himself, Angela, and her lover before vowing to rid of him. Once he had done that, Angela would have no choice but to admit that they belonged together.
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Bosco quickly unlocked the front door and ushered his mother inside. He turned on the lights and made sure to lock the door behind him. He brought her bags into his room, placing them by the closet before going back into the living room to join her. "Do you want anything to drink?" Her asked her nervously, running his hand through his hair, not quite sure what to say to her. Angela shook her head before sitting on the couch, still in disbelief over what was happening. Bosco walked over to the window and looked outside trying to see if there was anyone suspicious lurking about. He stayed that way for a few minutes before closing the blinds, not having seen anyone. He could feel his mother watching him and turned around to face her. "There's no one there." He reassured her before sitting on the couch next to her. They sat together in silence, before Bosco took a deep breath, the silence unnerving to him. "Look, ma. I know you're worried and scared but don't be, okay? I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. Not ever." He told her. Angela stared at him; her eyes brimming with unshed tears, the stress finally getting to her.
"Baby, I don't understand." She told him, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I don't understand why that man would write those things. I mean what did I ever do to make him hate me? Was it something I said? Something I did, because I just don't-" Angela began before being cut off.
"Hey, I want you to listen to me and I want you to listen to me good, okay? Because I'm only going to say this once. You did nothing wrong, ma. This is not your fault. There are a lot of sick bastards out there in the world, I don't know why they do the things they do or say the things they say. If we're gong to sit here and try to think of why this psycho is obsessed and wants to hurt you, then we're going to be sitting here for a really long time." Bosco said, his jaw tense, his voice strong. "I don't know why people do the things they do, but I do know one thing. You did nothing wrong. What's happening here is not your fault and I don't ever want to hear you blame yourself again, are we clear? And I'm going to tell you one more thing. I will not let this guy hurt you. I promise you that."
Angela gazed fondly at her son, pride washing over her that she was blessed to have someone as strong as him in her life. She knew that she hadn't always been there in the past when he had needed her, that she had failed him numerous times when he was growing up. She was so grateful that despite all of her faults, he was still by her side, willing to protect her. "Oh, Maurice baby, I love you so much, you know that right?" Angela said as tears gathered in her eyes.
"I love you too, ma." Bosco told her. Angela enveloped her son in her arms, grateful to have his strong presence by her side.
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The man stood in the safety of the shadows, his cold fixed eyes on the apartment window of the man he despised with every fiber of his being. He had seen the man look outside, had watched his form framed by the window as his eyes had darted along the street. He had promptly backed further into the shadows, a thrill going through him when he realized that the man had failed to see him, even though he was only so many feet away. He fixed unblinking eyes on the window before him, just making out the two silhouettes, clearly making out Angela's form. What he saw next made his blood boil. He could see the silhouettes embrace and pure, hot rage flowed through him. Visions assaulted him of Angela and her lover in a passionate embrace, their lips locked, hands caressing one another, their naked bodies writhing in pleasure. Vision upon vision assaulted him as he tried vainly to block them from his mind. "Stop it!" The man screamed into the deserted night as he banged his fist against the brick wall of the building he was leaning against. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." The man muttered over and over again as he bashed his hand against the brick wall, oblivious to the pain. Finally, he pulled his hand away, seeing how the blood oozed from the raw and abraded knuckles even in the dark. He slowly opened and closed his hand a few times, wincing slightly at the pain. He fixed murderous eyes onto the apartment before him. " I will kill you, you son of a bitch for touching what's mine. And then Angela, I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson. You'll learn first hand what it's like to cross me, you traitorous bitch.