Mwahahahahaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Ok I have to stop doing that!
Anyway, hiya people. Sorry I'm taking to long to update everything, I'm in the middle of important exams right now. Anyway thanx for all the positive response, sorry it was a little freaky but im reading a far freakier book, there's actually a scene where. ok I wont say, I don't want any of you to have bad dreams coz of me.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just the plot.
Monica felt her stomach lurch violently as she stared at the contents of the box. Chandler was frozen to the spot, the scene was just to sickening to be true. This threat reminded them both of the one they had received yesterday. The same thoughts ran through Monica's head. Who was this person? What had she done? Why was he doing this? Her knees felt weak and she felt as if she was going to faint. Chandler noticed this and snapped to attention. He picked her up and carried her to the couch, cradling her in his arms. Monica started to cry softly in to Chandler's chest.
'Monica. shush baby. It's ok.' Chandler said, trying to comfort her. Monica was shaking from the shock and clutched at Chandlers shirt as he got up.
'Chandler! Where.' She started to say, Chandler shushed her again and sat back down next to her.
'I was just going to put that somewhere. else.' He said, there was a pungent stench coming from the box with the decapitated doll. Monica nodded and let him go. He walked over to the table and cautiously approached the box. Without looking again at the contents he closed the open cardboard flaps and carried it out on to the balcony. Quickly he turned around and hurried over to Monica. She clung on to him again and he hugged her close to him. He was as worried as Monica about all of this. He was already losing one friend, he didn't want to lose another. As long as he was trying to save Joey he would also do anything to protect Monica.
'Why?' She said aloud. Chandler looked down at her. She stared at him and repeated it. 'Why?'
'Why what?' He said, he knew very well what, but he wanted Monica to say.
'Why does someone want me dead? I don't remember anything from the robbery, im not a threat to anyone. Was I. I mean was anyone threatening me before?' She asked uncertainly, she still hadn't gotten used to asking about little details of her life. Chandler shook his head. 'You sure?' She checked.
'Monica, I think I would have realised if anyone had sent you hate messages like THAT!' he said, nodding towards the balcony. At that exact moment Rachel choose to come home.
'Hello!' She called brightly. Monica and Chandler screamed in fright. 'Whoa! What?' She asked. Monica and Chandler both sighed as they realised it was only Rachel and sank down on the couch.
'Rachel babe, whatever you do, don't go out on the balcony.' Chandler said sincerely.
The next day Monica was calm enough to be left on her own for more then a few moments. They had called the police and after hours of investigation they were allowed to go. They had taking in the machine tape and mutilated doll as evidence. Monica wouldn't let Chandler leave her side all throughout the interviews and made him sleep in the same room. Chandler didn't mind, he wanted to make sure that Monica was safe.
It was two mornings after the incident with the doll and Chandler had gone back to his apartment to take a shower. They were going to see Joey again that day, Monica was catching tiny bits and pieces of her memory from time to time. Once she had seen an advertisement for something which she had remembered buying. Another time she had remembered the lyrics to one of Phoebe's songs and had found herself singing it. Chandler was even more hopeful that she would remember something about the robbery if she spent more time with Joey, and he was sure that Joey would want the company.
Monica sighed as she finally decided to get up, she had already been awake for half an hour and Chandler said he had to call in to his office. Rachel and the others had gone to work and Monica found that she was going to be alone that morning. She retrieved her bathrobe from the back of the door and headed for the shower. She revelled in the luxurious hot water coaxing her body from the stiffness that sleeping curled in a ball had brought on. She wrapped her robe around her as she stepped out of the tub and dried her hair with a towel.
She walked out in to the living room and headed towards the bedroom. Her bare feet made the only sound in the apartment which made it a shock when the phone rang. She sighed deeply to regain her breath that had been shocked out of her and listened to the message that came after the beep.
'Oops, sorry, must have the wrong number. Sorry again. Bye'
Monica smiled and turned to walk back to her room, she knew why she had even stopped to listen to the message, she was frightened that it was going to her stalker. She didn't have to worry, the police had her phone tapped and had warned her not to answer the phone and let the machine get it. As she turned away from the phone her glance turned towards the TV. She gasped at what she saw.
Chandler walked home quickly. He was worried about the message that Monica had left with his secretary while he was in a meeting. There wasn't any details but something was wrong. As he turned the last corner he caught sight of the apartment block, his pace faltered as he saw the police car outside. He ran the last few yard to the door and raced up the stairs. When he came to Monica's door he found it locked. He knocked urgently on the door and called Monica's name.
A police woman answered and eyed Chandler suspiciously. He heard Monica call that he was alright to come in and she let him through. He walked over to the window seat where Monica was talking to a policeman. She was shaking and hugged Chandler when he came over. She was reluctant to let go and so Chandler sat with her on his lap next to the policeman.
'Monica what happened?' He asked. Monica buried her head in his chest and took a shuddering breath.
'I- I came out of the shower and there was a phone call. It was nothing really, just a wrong number but I turned round and there was that- that 'thing'! hanging in front of the TV.' She said quietly, pointing to the box that was on the kitchen table. The police woman was making notes by it. He gently tipped Monica off of his lap and when over to the box, he had already guessed what was inside.
Another doll lay forlornly at the bottom of the box, the one eye that remained in it's head staring out dejectedly at the world. It had no limbs apart from one arm which held another note. It's clothes were in perfect condition apart from being covered in blood, real blood, Chandler could smell the coppery aroma of it coming out of the box. He turned his head to read the note the doll was holding.
'See you soon.'
After what seemed like an age the police left. They had taken the doll away to the station for evidence and made sure the apartment building was under constant police surveillance. Monica yawned and Chandler, who she was leaning up against, spoke softly to her.
'Maybe you should go to bed.' Monica nodded.
'Can you stay with me again?' She asked, her eyes as pleading as much as her voice. Chandler smiled and they walked towards the bedroom. They froze at the door as they saw what was on the bed. 'Not again' they both thought.
Laying on the bed was another doll. This one was in perfect condition. And somehow this was what was more scary about it, it was like 'fill in the blank threat'. Leaning against it was another note.
'See you REAL soon'
Ok I know it must be a bit boring to keep having dolls but they're meant to symbolise something. Im not sure what though. Please leave a review!!! There's not long left till the reckoning now ;)
Anyway, hiya people. Sorry I'm taking to long to update everything, I'm in the middle of important exams right now. Anyway thanx for all the positive response, sorry it was a little freaky but im reading a far freakier book, there's actually a scene where. ok I wont say, I don't want any of you to have bad dreams coz of me.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just the plot.
Monica felt her stomach lurch violently as she stared at the contents of the box. Chandler was frozen to the spot, the scene was just to sickening to be true. This threat reminded them both of the one they had received yesterday. The same thoughts ran through Monica's head. Who was this person? What had she done? Why was he doing this? Her knees felt weak and she felt as if she was going to faint. Chandler noticed this and snapped to attention. He picked her up and carried her to the couch, cradling her in his arms. Monica started to cry softly in to Chandler's chest.
'Monica. shush baby. It's ok.' Chandler said, trying to comfort her. Monica was shaking from the shock and clutched at Chandlers shirt as he got up.
'Chandler! Where.' She started to say, Chandler shushed her again and sat back down next to her.
'I was just going to put that somewhere. else.' He said, there was a pungent stench coming from the box with the decapitated doll. Monica nodded and let him go. He walked over to the table and cautiously approached the box. Without looking again at the contents he closed the open cardboard flaps and carried it out on to the balcony. Quickly he turned around and hurried over to Monica. She clung on to him again and he hugged her close to him. He was as worried as Monica about all of this. He was already losing one friend, he didn't want to lose another. As long as he was trying to save Joey he would also do anything to protect Monica.
'Why?' She said aloud. Chandler looked down at her. She stared at him and repeated it. 'Why?'
'Why what?' He said, he knew very well what, but he wanted Monica to say.
'Why does someone want me dead? I don't remember anything from the robbery, im not a threat to anyone. Was I. I mean was anyone threatening me before?' She asked uncertainly, she still hadn't gotten used to asking about little details of her life. Chandler shook his head. 'You sure?' She checked.
'Monica, I think I would have realised if anyone had sent you hate messages like THAT!' he said, nodding towards the balcony. At that exact moment Rachel choose to come home.
'Hello!' She called brightly. Monica and Chandler screamed in fright. 'Whoa! What?' She asked. Monica and Chandler both sighed as they realised it was only Rachel and sank down on the couch.
'Rachel babe, whatever you do, don't go out on the balcony.' Chandler said sincerely.
The next day Monica was calm enough to be left on her own for more then a few moments. They had called the police and after hours of investigation they were allowed to go. They had taking in the machine tape and mutilated doll as evidence. Monica wouldn't let Chandler leave her side all throughout the interviews and made him sleep in the same room. Chandler didn't mind, he wanted to make sure that Monica was safe.
It was two mornings after the incident with the doll and Chandler had gone back to his apartment to take a shower. They were going to see Joey again that day, Monica was catching tiny bits and pieces of her memory from time to time. Once she had seen an advertisement for something which she had remembered buying. Another time she had remembered the lyrics to one of Phoebe's songs and had found herself singing it. Chandler was even more hopeful that she would remember something about the robbery if she spent more time with Joey, and he was sure that Joey would want the company.
Monica sighed as she finally decided to get up, she had already been awake for half an hour and Chandler said he had to call in to his office. Rachel and the others had gone to work and Monica found that she was going to be alone that morning. She retrieved her bathrobe from the back of the door and headed for the shower. She revelled in the luxurious hot water coaxing her body from the stiffness that sleeping curled in a ball had brought on. She wrapped her robe around her as she stepped out of the tub and dried her hair with a towel.
She walked out in to the living room and headed towards the bedroom. Her bare feet made the only sound in the apartment which made it a shock when the phone rang. She sighed deeply to regain her breath that had been shocked out of her and listened to the message that came after the beep.
'Oops, sorry, must have the wrong number. Sorry again. Bye'
Monica smiled and turned to walk back to her room, she knew why she had even stopped to listen to the message, she was frightened that it was going to her stalker. She didn't have to worry, the police had her phone tapped and had warned her not to answer the phone and let the machine get it. As she turned away from the phone her glance turned towards the TV. She gasped at what she saw.
Chandler walked home quickly. He was worried about the message that Monica had left with his secretary while he was in a meeting. There wasn't any details but something was wrong. As he turned the last corner he caught sight of the apartment block, his pace faltered as he saw the police car outside. He ran the last few yard to the door and raced up the stairs. When he came to Monica's door he found it locked. He knocked urgently on the door and called Monica's name.
A police woman answered and eyed Chandler suspiciously. He heard Monica call that he was alright to come in and she let him through. He walked over to the window seat where Monica was talking to a policeman. She was shaking and hugged Chandler when he came over. She was reluctant to let go and so Chandler sat with her on his lap next to the policeman.
'Monica what happened?' He asked. Monica buried her head in his chest and took a shuddering breath.
'I- I came out of the shower and there was a phone call. It was nothing really, just a wrong number but I turned round and there was that- that 'thing'! hanging in front of the TV.' She said quietly, pointing to the box that was on the kitchen table. The police woman was making notes by it. He gently tipped Monica off of his lap and when over to the box, he had already guessed what was inside.
Another doll lay forlornly at the bottom of the box, the one eye that remained in it's head staring out dejectedly at the world. It had no limbs apart from one arm which held another note. It's clothes were in perfect condition apart from being covered in blood, real blood, Chandler could smell the coppery aroma of it coming out of the box. He turned his head to read the note the doll was holding.
'See you soon.'
After what seemed like an age the police left. They had taken the doll away to the station for evidence and made sure the apartment building was under constant police surveillance. Monica yawned and Chandler, who she was leaning up against, spoke softly to her.
'Maybe you should go to bed.' Monica nodded.
'Can you stay with me again?' She asked, her eyes as pleading as much as her voice. Chandler smiled and they walked towards the bedroom. They froze at the door as they saw what was on the bed. 'Not again' they both thought.
Laying on the bed was another doll. This one was in perfect condition. And somehow this was what was more scary about it, it was like 'fill in the blank threat'. Leaning against it was another note.
'See you REAL soon'
Ok I know it must be a bit boring to keep having dolls but they're meant to symbolise something. Im not sure what though. Please leave a review!!! There's not long left till the reckoning now ;)