Sam was shocked. "That sweet little girl?"
Al looked serene. "Yeah." He tapped the handlink, which squealed indignantly. "The authorities put it down to jealousy. That 'sweet little girl' is a member of a society tracking Alan's every move and every action. They have surveillance everywhere, and where they don't have that, the have spies." Catching Sam's incredulous expression, he continued. "Oh, they aren't out to hurt him. They never laid a finger on the guy and he barely knew they existed. They were just protecting him..in a stalking way," he added. Sam leaned back on the mouldy tiles of the wall.
"They were beginning to think things were too quiet and sent in, successfully, a worm. That was Sabrina. She was meant to befriend him and ensure nothing happened to him before he finished the season on Broadway. According to the authorities, the society got jealous and not realizing that they'd hurt him by doing so, sent in one of the leaders to kill her. It worked, but during the trial in which they found out the killer was insane, the entire society vanished off the face of the earth. There was nothing to say they'd ever been there. No birth certificates, no bank statements, nothing." He paused. "Weird, isn't it?"
Sam nodded in assent. "What do I do? Get rid of her?"
Al shook his head. "You couldn't. She's a woman on a mission."
Sam sighed. This was impossible. Impossible. How on earth would he handle it? Even with Al here, it was going to be the worst Leap yet. Even being a chimp had been easier than this. Al looked at his watch. "Ooh, have to go, Tina's going to kill me, I have to help her with a little..erm.chocolate idea."
Sam raised an eyebrow as the Imaging Chamber door whooshed shut. *Thanks, Al,* he thought. *You're a great friend*
He went back into the café. Sabrina was still sitting there, now talking to the two fan girls from earlier, one of which had recovered from the fainting earlier and was now dangled over the back of the seat. All three looked up when he sat down, Amanda and the one who fainted looked vaguely wistful.
"Um, hey," he said softly. He slapped himself for not realizing the power of the Voice, because the fainting-prone fan girl went unconscious again, sliding over the seat to make a bundle on the floor. He looked down apologetically.
"So," Amanda said, sliding seductively over the seat and resting her feet on her unconscious friend's head. "How are you, Alan?"
"I'm.er..fine." Sam answered. Was he fine? He hoped so. Being abandoned by your best friend at crucial moment doesn't do wonders for your self- esteem.
"How's Private Lives coming along?" Amanda continued. Sam scratched an imaginary itch on his nose. "Um.."
Amanda was looking peeved at Sabrina. Her eyebrows were narrowed and her eyes were dark through the anger on her face. Sabrina was sitting back - maybe a little closer to him than he'd remembered, but with a passive expression on her face. Amanda stood abruptly and smiled sweetly in Sam's direction, and he returned the smile, distinctly aware of the unfounded anger - no, just plain evilness, in her eyes. Was she a schitzophrenic? No, he thought. She was to normal the rest of the time. But she did have something about her that he was apprehensive of.
"It was lovely meeting you, Alan," the girl said softly, holding out her hand. He shook it, eyes riveted on her expression. She was normal, her eyelashes fluttered a bit at the touch of his skin, but she didn't become a raving schitzo. So far, so good. Not the killer-to-be. Amanda picked up her friend from the floor and dragged her out the door.
Sabrina was glaring at her back as she left.
***
See? I finally wrote another chapter. I had really bad plot block (writers block but worse) and couldn't remember in what direction I was making the story go. Anyway, since people haven't even BEGAN to review Requited Love properly (it once had 113 reviews. Now is has ......drumroll please....five.) This will be the story I'm putting all my effort into, so expect more updates, juicily fucked-up plotlines (Ah! My forte!) and lots more AR. Maybe even a scene in the Imaging Chamber with the real AR? Even behind the scenes at the Society's Operation Rickman? Mmm, so words, so little meaning. Well, anyway, I'd better get back to writing the next chapter. Honestly, please keep reviewing, it means a lot to be, and not because I'm egocentric, everyone likes to know if their hard work is paying off, peoples. If I don't get reviews, I can't write. Harsh world, isn't it?
*Snape muse; Noooo... Not with me in it....* *Wil; {dribbles} True, true.*
Thanks for reading, even if you don't review :)
Wil.
Al looked serene. "Yeah." He tapped the handlink, which squealed indignantly. "The authorities put it down to jealousy. That 'sweet little girl' is a member of a society tracking Alan's every move and every action. They have surveillance everywhere, and where they don't have that, the have spies." Catching Sam's incredulous expression, he continued. "Oh, they aren't out to hurt him. They never laid a finger on the guy and he barely knew they existed. They were just protecting him..in a stalking way," he added. Sam leaned back on the mouldy tiles of the wall.
"They were beginning to think things were too quiet and sent in, successfully, a worm. That was Sabrina. She was meant to befriend him and ensure nothing happened to him before he finished the season on Broadway. According to the authorities, the society got jealous and not realizing that they'd hurt him by doing so, sent in one of the leaders to kill her. It worked, but during the trial in which they found out the killer was insane, the entire society vanished off the face of the earth. There was nothing to say they'd ever been there. No birth certificates, no bank statements, nothing." He paused. "Weird, isn't it?"
Sam nodded in assent. "What do I do? Get rid of her?"
Al shook his head. "You couldn't. She's a woman on a mission."
Sam sighed. This was impossible. Impossible. How on earth would he handle it? Even with Al here, it was going to be the worst Leap yet. Even being a chimp had been easier than this. Al looked at his watch. "Ooh, have to go, Tina's going to kill me, I have to help her with a little..erm.chocolate idea."
Sam raised an eyebrow as the Imaging Chamber door whooshed shut. *Thanks, Al,* he thought. *You're a great friend*
He went back into the café. Sabrina was still sitting there, now talking to the two fan girls from earlier, one of which had recovered from the fainting earlier and was now dangled over the back of the seat. All three looked up when he sat down, Amanda and the one who fainted looked vaguely wistful.
"Um, hey," he said softly. He slapped himself for not realizing the power of the Voice, because the fainting-prone fan girl went unconscious again, sliding over the seat to make a bundle on the floor. He looked down apologetically.
"So," Amanda said, sliding seductively over the seat and resting her feet on her unconscious friend's head. "How are you, Alan?"
"I'm.er..fine." Sam answered. Was he fine? He hoped so. Being abandoned by your best friend at crucial moment doesn't do wonders for your self- esteem.
"How's Private Lives coming along?" Amanda continued. Sam scratched an imaginary itch on his nose. "Um.."
Amanda was looking peeved at Sabrina. Her eyebrows were narrowed and her eyes were dark through the anger on her face. Sabrina was sitting back - maybe a little closer to him than he'd remembered, but with a passive expression on her face. Amanda stood abruptly and smiled sweetly in Sam's direction, and he returned the smile, distinctly aware of the unfounded anger - no, just plain evilness, in her eyes. Was she a schitzophrenic? No, he thought. She was to normal the rest of the time. But she did have something about her that he was apprehensive of.
"It was lovely meeting you, Alan," the girl said softly, holding out her hand. He shook it, eyes riveted on her expression. She was normal, her eyelashes fluttered a bit at the touch of his skin, but she didn't become a raving schitzo. So far, so good. Not the killer-to-be. Amanda picked up her friend from the floor and dragged her out the door.
Sabrina was glaring at her back as she left.
***
See? I finally wrote another chapter. I had really bad plot block (writers block but worse) and couldn't remember in what direction I was making the story go. Anyway, since people haven't even BEGAN to review Requited Love properly (it once had 113 reviews. Now is has ......drumroll please....five.) This will be the story I'm putting all my effort into, so expect more updates, juicily fucked-up plotlines (Ah! My forte!) and lots more AR. Maybe even a scene in the Imaging Chamber with the real AR? Even behind the scenes at the Society's Operation Rickman? Mmm, so words, so little meaning. Well, anyway, I'd better get back to writing the next chapter. Honestly, please keep reviewing, it means a lot to be, and not because I'm egocentric, everyone likes to know if their hard work is paying off, peoples. If I don't get reviews, I can't write. Harsh world, isn't it?
*Snape muse; Noooo... Not with me in it....* *Wil; {dribbles} True, true.*
Thanks for reading, even if you don't review :)
Wil.