A/N: Okay, first of all I want to say 'I'm so sorry!' I know I haven't
updated in forever, and you guys are probably about ready to stone me. The
thing is I've been really developing this Gilmore Girls story that I'm
writing. I had half of this chapter written a while ago, and then you'll
never guess what happened. I got an e-mail from the site admin saying that
they were banning my GG story and I wasn't allowed to upload on the site
for a while. How bogus is that!
Anyway, please don't kill me. I'll try not to go that long before I do another chapter again, but I'm going out of town for two weeks from the 21st to the 4th, so I may not be able to update for at least that long. I'll try, but I really need ideas. I have a couple, but I'm pretty much tapped. Please e-mail me at angel30261@yahoo.com if you have any ideas for me, and thanks for being so patient. Well here you go. Please R/R, and enjoy!
**Disclaimer: I own a Discman, a shelf full of books, and this laptop. I don't own anything related to this show. And even if you do sue me, all you're getting is the Discman and the books because there's no way in hell you're getting my laptop.**
The Black Shadow
by Angel Monroe
Chapter 6: Soon
Helena crept through the halls of the apartment building, her black boots making no sound on the floor. Unlike ever other night she had visited this building, she heard no babies crying, no stereos blasting obscene rap lyrics, not even a television turned a little too loud. The only sound she heard was the breath escaping her lips and the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
Every door seemed the same, every hall identical. The same beige carpeting covered the floor and the same peeling wallpaper covered the walls. Finally, she came to the door she knew was his, number 216. She looked all around her, checking for any danger, before softly knocking on the door. When she heard nothing coming from the apartment, she checked the knob. Eerily, she found that it turned easily in her hand.
"Reese," she whispered creeping into the apartment. She looked around at the humble furnishings. She had never really seen it since she'd always come and gone through his bedroom fire escape. The living room held a small couch across from a basic 27-inch color television set. A simple oak coffee table sat in front of the couch with a couple magazines and the TV remote lying nonchalantly on top. She walked into the kitchen, opening the cabinets and drawers. There was nothing there. Confused, she opened the refrigerator. Nothing. It was completely bare.
"Whoa, this is creepy," she said aloud just to break the silence. "Reese, are you here?" she called a little louder.
Reese didn't seem to be there, but still, the supernatural air she felt all around her kept her from leaving. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Picking up the remote, she clicked on the TV. Static. Every channel she tried gave her static. Maybe the cable was out. She picked up one of the magazines and flipped through its pages. All blank. The pages were nothing but black space.
"What the hell is going on?" Helena asked loudly, standing up.
Completely freaked out at this point, she walked through the door she knew led to Reese's bedroom. Her eyes went straight to the bed where Reese was tied and gagged, his wrists held to the bedpost by metal wire. He struggled against his bindings, trying to yell to her through the fabric wedged in his mouth. As his eyes met hers, they widened and shot to a point right behind her.
Taking the hint, Helena turned just in time to glimpse a large metal object as it connected with the side of the head, propelled with seemingly superhuman force. Flying backwards over the bed, she slammed into the wall next to the window, her body going limp as she stared at her attacker.
Jack Lunden smiled at her, dropping the pipe with which he had struck her. She tried to stand to her feet, tried to face him with the fierce confidence she had always possessed, but her limbs just wouldn't move. As he neared her, she could hear Reese's muffled cries, but she could do nothing about it. She couldn't even turn her head to look at him. All she could do was stare as the Black Shadow drew closer and closer to her paralyzed figure.
Helena jerked awake, her hair clinging to her sweaty forehead. She sat in bed for a moment waiting for reality to come back to her. It was a dream, only a dream. She was in her own apartment, in her own bed. She was surrounded by light, and she was alone.
She stood up out of bed, suddenly wide awake. Going to the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water and downed it almost desperately. She felt so weak, so out of it. Her head was pounding from the injury she hadn't really sustained. Everything in her was tensed, attuned to every sound and movement in the apartment.
'God, I need to relax,' she thought as she took a yogurt from the fridge. She peeled off the lid and dug in eagerly. She hadn't eaten anything in a while. She made a mental note to stop at McDonald's on her way to HQ. Barbara's place never had anything to eat.
Walking back into her room, she froze. She looked around her, listening hard for any attacker, before she went slowly to her bed. She picked up the small, square, black card that lay there on top of her ruffled bedcovers. With an ominous feeling in the bit of her stomach, she flipped it open and read its contents.
'The darkness flows
Like sticky black blood,
But a kitten who froze
Can't escape the flood.
She tries to fight,
She tries to hide,
But the thirst of midnight
Won't be denied.
You can't stop me Huntress. I'll see you again soon.
-Shadow'
Helena took another quick look around, then quickly and self-consciously changed into her street clothes and headed out through the window.
**So, what'd you think? I won't know if you don't tell me. Hint hint, wink wink. I know this one was short, but I'm really running on writer's block here. As I said, I have ideas for a couple more chapters, but it might be a little while before I can get them to play nice. Please review. I'll love you forever! Anyway, thanks. O:)**
Anyway, please don't kill me. I'll try not to go that long before I do another chapter again, but I'm going out of town for two weeks from the 21st to the 4th, so I may not be able to update for at least that long. I'll try, but I really need ideas. I have a couple, but I'm pretty much tapped. Please e-mail me at angel30261@yahoo.com if you have any ideas for me, and thanks for being so patient. Well here you go. Please R/R, and enjoy!
**Disclaimer: I own a Discman, a shelf full of books, and this laptop. I don't own anything related to this show. And even if you do sue me, all you're getting is the Discman and the books because there's no way in hell you're getting my laptop.**
The Black Shadow
by Angel Monroe
Chapter 6: Soon
Helena crept through the halls of the apartment building, her black boots making no sound on the floor. Unlike ever other night she had visited this building, she heard no babies crying, no stereos blasting obscene rap lyrics, not even a television turned a little too loud. The only sound she heard was the breath escaping her lips and the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
Every door seemed the same, every hall identical. The same beige carpeting covered the floor and the same peeling wallpaper covered the walls. Finally, she came to the door she knew was his, number 216. She looked all around her, checking for any danger, before softly knocking on the door. When she heard nothing coming from the apartment, she checked the knob. Eerily, she found that it turned easily in her hand.
"Reese," she whispered creeping into the apartment. She looked around at the humble furnishings. She had never really seen it since she'd always come and gone through his bedroom fire escape. The living room held a small couch across from a basic 27-inch color television set. A simple oak coffee table sat in front of the couch with a couple magazines and the TV remote lying nonchalantly on top. She walked into the kitchen, opening the cabinets and drawers. There was nothing there. Confused, she opened the refrigerator. Nothing. It was completely bare.
"Whoa, this is creepy," she said aloud just to break the silence. "Reese, are you here?" she called a little louder.
Reese didn't seem to be there, but still, the supernatural air she felt all around her kept her from leaving. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Picking up the remote, she clicked on the TV. Static. Every channel she tried gave her static. Maybe the cable was out. She picked up one of the magazines and flipped through its pages. All blank. The pages were nothing but black space.
"What the hell is going on?" Helena asked loudly, standing up.
Completely freaked out at this point, she walked through the door she knew led to Reese's bedroom. Her eyes went straight to the bed where Reese was tied and gagged, his wrists held to the bedpost by metal wire. He struggled against his bindings, trying to yell to her through the fabric wedged in his mouth. As his eyes met hers, they widened and shot to a point right behind her.
Taking the hint, Helena turned just in time to glimpse a large metal object as it connected with the side of the head, propelled with seemingly superhuman force. Flying backwards over the bed, she slammed into the wall next to the window, her body going limp as she stared at her attacker.
Jack Lunden smiled at her, dropping the pipe with which he had struck her. She tried to stand to her feet, tried to face him with the fierce confidence she had always possessed, but her limbs just wouldn't move. As he neared her, she could hear Reese's muffled cries, but she could do nothing about it. She couldn't even turn her head to look at him. All she could do was stare as the Black Shadow drew closer and closer to her paralyzed figure.
Helena jerked awake, her hair clinging to her sweaty forehead. She sat in bed for a moment waiting for reality to come back to her. It was a dream, only a dream. She was in her own apartment, in her own bed. She was surrounded by light, and she was alone.
She stood up out of bed, suddenly wide awake. Going to the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water and downed it almost desperately. She felt so weak, so out of it. Her head was pounding from the injury she hadn't really sustained. Everything in her was tensed, attuned to every sound and movement in the apartment.
'God, I need to relax,' she thought as she took a yogurt from the fridge. She peeled off the lid and dug in eagerly. She hadn't eaten anything in a while. She made a mental note to stop at McDonald's on her way to HQ. Barbara's place never had anything to eat.
Walking back into her room, she froze. She looked around her, listening hard for any attacker, before she went slowly to her bed. She picked up the small, square, black card that lay there on top of her ruffled bedcovers. With an ominous feeling in the bit of her stomach, she flipped it open and read its contents.
'The darkness flows
Like sticky black blood,
But a kitten who froze
Can't escape the flood.
She tries to fight,
She tries to hide,
But the thirst of midnight
Won't be denied.
You can't stop me Huntress. I'll see you again soon.
-Shadow'
Helena took another quick look around, then quickly and self-consciously changed into her street clothes and headed out through the window.
**So, what'd you think? I won't know if you don't tell me. Hint hint, wink wink. I know this one was short, but I'm really running on writer's block here. As I said, I have ideas for a couple more chapters, but it might be a little while before I can get them to play nice. Please review. I'll love you forever! Anyway, thanks. O:)**