A/N: Hope you enjoy! Thanks again, Togemon! And thank you Codi! My
loving fifter! Man J, I want you to like dis chapter(the last part of it,
anyway).
MONICA
After work yesterday, I met up with Percy, who said he had to get home, but could talk to me after an execution he was going to stand up front during today. He invited me to check it out; see what an electric chair does and all. I happily accepted. My second day on the job is done, I went home and ate dinner, and I'm ready to see this. I was curious as to what the guards did on E block, and this was my chance.
It was raining, and a storm was approaching. The thunder and lightning seemed distant, but edging closer... as if the sky were trying to show the electric chair how it was done. I just hurried faster to the door of E block, huddled under my umbrella. I really didn't want to get my nice shoes too muddy.
I entered the building, shaking off my umbrella before letting it come with me down the hall. All I had to do was follow the voices to the chamber in which the execution was to take place.
When I quietly stepped through the door, people were still getting themselves situated. Those who were in front seemed grim, and I supposed they were the family that had suffered the consequences from the madman who was going to be killed tonight.
I peered up at the roof, which seemed to make the thunder more threatening- sounding. With every sound from outside, the metal of the canopy vibrated. It also seemed to hold in the cold that was in the room. I could almost see my breath, so I decided to leave my coat on, sitting myself down in a seat next to the door. I didn't feel very in place sitting around all these sad people. They actually had a purpose to be here this night.
When the guards came in with the prisoner, I remembered that he was the man with the mouse who had talked to me the day before. Everyone quieted down, and the lady in the front row shouted at him, saying that she hoped he was good and scared. he sure looked it.
I recognized all the guards who entered the room, except for the one who went into the little room to the side. Percy was there as well.
The clock read 9:57.
Everyone got situated. Percy stood in front of the man in the electric chair and began to talk.
"Eduard Delacroix, you have been condemned to die by a jury of your peers, imposed by a judge in good standing in this state," he recited. I stared at the ceiling. "You have anything to say before sentence is carried out?"
The man muttered, but I was too far away to hear a word he said. I just waited for Percy to recite his next line after he took a sponge and helped put a mask over the dead-man-to-be's head.
"Electricity shall now be passed through your body until you are dead in accordance with state law," Percy said loud and clearly once he was standing straight again. "God have mercy on your soul. Roll on two."
The clock chimed once for ten of the clock.
The man in the small room flipped a switch just as a great pounding of thunder sounded which made me jump. As suddenly as the thunder passed, the man in the chair began to jitter and rock with the current of electricity. Even then, I felt a little queasy, realizing that I would never want to do this to someone.
I got up to leave silently and slip out the door, but it had locked once it was closed.
It will be over in a couple of seconds, I thought to myself, no need to worry. Just a few more seconds and the man will be dead.
* * * * * * * * * *
Monica stood in front of the locked door as people began to scream and knock past her, trying to get away from the shrieking man as fast as they could. The execution WASN'T over in a few seconds. This was lasting what seemed to be forever.
She knew right away that this wasn't supposed to be happening. The guards had looks of panic on their faces, trying to calm everyone down but failing horribly. She didn't feel sick anymore than she had in the first place, which was strange as she watched women fainting and some even vomiting around her.
The smell that accompanied the disgusting screams of the dying man was absolutely horrible, but Monica kept watching the scene. She watched the sickening man, she watched the guards running around, she watched the people freaking out, and she watched Percy.
In that moment that she saw his face, she realized that it was he who had done something. He must have messed up pretty bad, and now he was looking at the prisoner as if he were thinking, "I'm in deep shit now!".
Monica finally covered her ears to drown out the screams, just as Del slumped forward in the chair. A guard thrust a fire extinguisher into Percy's arms as a man hurried to unlock the door, too late as it was. She stepped courteously out of the way as people swarmed to get out of the building first, who were almost running the man down.
The E block guards disappeared with the body of Eduard Delacroix as the last of the observers tumbled out the door. The only people left in the whole room now, were the man who had unlocked the door, and Monica. It was silent, except for the shouts of someone behind the other wall. They seemed to be singing...
"Ma'am," the man said, sweaty and grossed out like everyone else. "What are you still doing here?"
"I don't know, sir," she answered quietly, "I think I'm waiting for Percy Wetmore. What happened?"
"Power surge," the man said, giving an exhausted sigh, "These things happen."
"I don't think it was a power surge-" Monica started, but the man cut her off.
"It was a power surge," he interrupted quickly. "Now I suggest you get home, lady, this is no place for you to be at the moment."
Monica almost began to protest, but gave it up and stepped through the door, which the man slammed behind her. She stared at the ceiling and saw that the light bulbs had been blown out. She shivered and stepped outside, opening her umbrella. It was pouring harder than ever.
She wasn't sure how long she waited until Paul Edgecombe stepped out the door which she was waiting next to. He didn't see her at first, but when he started to walk her way, he gave a small smile.
"Is there something you need?" Paul asked, standing a polite distance away.
"I was... waiting for Percy Wetmore," she replied. Paul frowned at her statement.
"Aren't you that lady who came by here a couple weeks ago?" he asked.
"Yes," was her answer.
"You still looking for Percy?" he cocked his head to the side very slightly.
"Actually," Monica said, shifting her weight to her other foot, "he wanted me to watch the execution. See; I work right-" she pointed towards B block, "-over there. I talked to him yesterday."
"It's none of my business what you do," Paul said slowly, hesitantly. "But Percy - is in a bit of trouble tonight. And, let me say this... he may be a gentleman to and around you, that I'm not sure but am assuming. But he just proved himself to be-..." he stopped himself and stared at Monica with a concentrated look on his face for a second before continuing. "Be careful, okay?"
"I believe I'm being so," Monica replied, blinking calmly up at Paul for a moment, but all the same he felt he had passed too far into the girl's personal life. He recognized this blinking thing as a womanly version of a stare down.
"Good night, ma'am, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," he muttered, tipping his hat and walking off.
That was when Monica decided that Percy wasn't coming out, so she just had to find him herself.
She stepped back into the building of E block, glad that her umbrella has done it's job quite nicely. Monica left it at the door, tired of carrying it, and made her way down the main hall; what the guards called the green mile, trying to ignore the mad prisoner who was singing his heart out, not seeming to notice her as she passed with a light step. She walked right on by John Coffey, trying not to let her eyes wander into the jail cells, but instead follow the sound of male voices that were coming from down a stairwell.
She only made the first step before one of the two men bounded up the stairs, and would have run her right down if she hadn't have shoved herself against the wall at the last moment. Monica had only to glance at his face to notice that he was rushing too fast to notice anything else but his destination.
Monica rolled her eyes at the back of the man, and made her way down the remaining stone steps. The only one left in the room, and probably the only one left in the whole building besides herself, was Percy. He didn't realize Monica was there until she stepped down harder off the last stair.
He looked in her direction, his face expressionless.
"You mind telling me what happened?" Monica asked coldly, despite the fact that Percy looked totally stressed out. His eyes widened in anger, but quickly hid the rage.
"Miss Gilbert, nothing happened. The man is dead, and that's what we were supposed to do."
"I don't think that's what was supposed to HAPPEN, Percy-" Monica pointed.
"It's all done," Percy raised his voice.
"I always thought you to be a bit strange and heartless, but this-!"
"You do not-!" he started, interrupting her.
"I do not WHAT!? You told me that I could come and watch an execution, not a show of your ridiculous - childish - evil -!" Monica darkened, and so did Percy.
"You do NOT have the right to tell me off for what you think I did!" Percy shouted.
"Oh, I KNOW what you did!" Monica shouted back, "I SAW what you did, Percy! I saw the way you looked so guilty in front of that man!"
"Ooh, and I thought you were different than those idiots I work with!" Percy raged.
"Idiots, huh!? Well, I hate you, Percy Wetmore!" Monica growled. "I thought you were deeper than you looked, but OH did you prove ME wrong!"
"And you know what!? I hate you too, and I always have! The only reason YOU came to work here was to annoy the hell outta me, just like you did in school!"
"Oh, now we go back to SCHOOL matters, huh!?" Monica yelled. "I thought you were OLDER than that, you immature-!"
"Don't get me started on YOU!"
Monica had made her way across the room and the both of them were raving, all dignity forgotten. It wasn't hard for Monica to tiptoe high enough to stare Percy in the eye while they argued on.
"You don't care about anyone or anything," Monica continued, "I bet your precious HAIR means more to you than everyone in the world combined! Well how do you like - this!" And she threw out her hand and messed up his slicked back hair so that random strands stuck up and fell over his forehead.
Percy stepped out of range of Monica's hands, and shouted his protests. "You will not understand," he uttered madly, "How much I hate you right now!"
"I think I have an idea," she replied hotly. She wondered how they had managed to trail closer and closer towards the far wall. She hadn't even realized that she had left the stairs. Monica was right in his face now. "I thought I couldn't hate you, Percy - I thought you might have changed from that immature little freshman you were when I first knew you!"
"Well, even YOU can be wrong sometimes, then, can't you?" Percy sneered back. "Here's hate for you!"
Then he kissed her.
The wind howled, the room was cold, and there was silence.
Monica pulled back in shock. Percy was shocked, too. She had a look of disbelief on her face. "Well here's my hate for YOU, batsard!"
Then SHE kissed HIM.
"I hate you," Percy gasped between parts of this new fight.
"Same here," Monica growled, backing Percy into the wall, miraculously with nothing but her lips. "AND you're selfish," she was sure to add.
This continued until a rather large crack of thunder snapped them back into reality.
Then they went home.
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Lookit what I've done! Don't flame me, plz Togemon (I dunno if you wanted that, sorry 'bout my assumptions if you liked it)- remember, this IS romance! J, how about that last line? Funny in all it's simplicity, eh? I want you to like that chapter, cuz I sure did! NO REGRETS! MORE to come! :) :) :) :)
MONICA
After work yesterday, I met up with Percy, who said he had to get home, but could talk to me after an execution he was going to stand up front during today. He invited me to check it out; see what an electric chair does and all. I happily accepted. My second day on the job is done, I went home and ate dinner, and I'm ready to see this. I was curious as to what the guards did on E block, and this was my chance.
It was raining, and a storm was approaching. The thunder and lightning seemed distant, but edging closer... as if the sky were trying to show the electric chair how it was done. I just hurried faster to the door of E block, huddled under my umbrella. I really didn't want to get my nice shoes too muddy.
I entered the building, shaking off my umbrella before letting it come with me down the hall. All I had to do was follow the voices to the chamber in which the execution was to take place.
When I quietly stepped through the door, people were still getting themselves situated. Those who were in front seemed grim, and I supposed they were the family that had suffered the consequences from the madman who was going to be killed tonight.
I peered up at the roof, which seemed to make the thunder more threatening- sounding. With every sound from outside, the metal of the canopy vibrated. It also seemed to hold in the cold that was in the room. I could almost see my breath, so I decided to leave my coat on, sitting myself down in a seat next to the door. I didn't feel very in place sitting around all these sad people. They actually had a purpose to be here this night.
When the guards came in with the prisoner, I remembered that he was the man with the mouse who had talked to me the day before. Everyone quieted down, and the lady in the front row shouted at him, saying that she hoped he was good and scared. he sure looked it.
I recognized all the guards who entered the room, except for the one who went into the little room to the side. Percy was there as well.
The clock read 9:57.
Everyone got situated. Percy stood in front of the man in the electric chair and began to talk.
"Eduard Delacroix, you have been condemned to die by a jury of your peers, imposed by a judge in good standing in this state," he recited. I stared at the ceiling. "You have anything to say before sentence is carried out?"
The man muttered, but I was too far away to hear a word he said. I just waited for Percy to recite his next line after he took a sponge and helped put a mask over the dead-man-to-be's head.
"Electricity shall now be passed through your body until you are dead in accordance with state law," Percy said loud and clearly once he was standing straight again. "God have mercy on your soul. Roll on two."
The clock chimed once for ten of the clock.
The man in the small room flipped a switch just as a great pounding of thunder sounded which made me jump. As suddenly as the thunder passed, the man in the chair began to jitter and rock with the current of electricity. Even then, I felt a little queasy, realizing that I would never want to do this to someone.
I got up to leave silently and slip out the door, but it had locked once it was closed.
It will be over in a couple of seconds, I thought to myself, no need to worry. Just a few more seconds and the man will be dead.
* * * * * * * * * *
Monica stood in front of the locked door as people began to scream and knock past her, trying to get away from the shrieking man as fast as they could. The execution WASN'T over in a few seconds. This was lasting what seemed to be forever.
She knew right away that this wasn't supposed to be happening. The guards had looks of panic on their faces, trying to calm everyone down but failing horribly. She didn't feel sick anymore than she had in the first place, which was strange as she watched women fainting and some even vomiting around her.
The smell that accompanied the disgusting screams of the dying man was absolutely horrible, but Monica kept watching the scene. She watched the sickening man, she watched the guards running around, she watched the people freaking out, and she watched Percy.
In that moment that she saw his face, she realized that it was he who had done something. He must have messed up pretty bad, and now he was looking at the prisoner as if he were thinking, "I'm in deep shit now!".
Monica finally covered her ears to drown out the screams, just as Del slumped forward in the chair. A guard thrust a fire extinguisher into Percy's arms as a man hurried to unlock the door, too late as it was. She stepped courteously out of the way as people swarmed to get out of the building first, who were almost running the man down.
The E block guards disappeared with the body of Eduard Delacroix as the last of the observers tumbled out the door. The only people left in the whole room now, were the man who had unlocked the door, and Monica. It was silent, except for the shouts of someone behind the other wall. They seemed to be singing...
"Ma'am," the man said, sweaty and grossed out like everyone else. "What are you still doing here?"
"I don't know, sir," she answered quietly, "I think I'm waiting for Percy Wetmore. What happened?"
"Power surge," the man said, giving an exhausted sigh, "These things happen."
"I don't think it was a power surge-" Monica started, but the man cut her off.
"It was a power surge," he interrupted quickly. "Now I suggest you get home, lady, this is no place for you to be at the moment."
Monica almost began to protest, but gave it up and stepped through the door, which the man slammed behind her. She stared at the ceiling and saw that the light bulbs had been blown out. She shivered and stepped outside, opening her umbrella. It was pouring harder than ever.
She wasn't sure how long she waited until Paul Edgecombe stepped out the door which she was waiting next to. He didn't see her at first, but when he started to walk her way, he gave a small smile.
"Is there something you need?" Paul asked, standing a polite distance away.
"I was... waiting for Percy Wetmore," she replied. Paul frowned at her statement.
"Aren't you that lady who came by here a couple weeks ago?" he asked.
"Yes," was her answer.
"You still looking for Percy?" he cocked his head to the side very slightly.
"Actually," Monica said, shifting her weight to her other foot, "he wanted me to watch the execution. See; I work right-" she pointed towards B block, "-over there. I talked to him yesterday."
"It's none of my business what you do," Paul said slowly, hesitantly. "But Percy - is in a bit of trouble tonight. And, let me say this... he may be a gentleman to and around you, that I'm not sure but am assuming. But he just proved himself to be-..." he stopped himself and stared at Monica with a concentrated look on his face for a second before continuing. "Be careful, okay?"
"I believe I'm being so," Monica replied, blinking calmly up at Paul for a moment, but all the same he felt he had passed too far into the girl's personal life. He recognized this blinking thing as a womanly version of a stare down.
"Good night, ma'am, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," he muttered, tipping his hat and walking off.
That was when Monica decided that Percy wasn't coming out, so she just had to find him herself.
She stepped back into the building of E block, glad that her umbrella has done it's job quite nicely. Monica left it at the door, tired of carrying it, and made her way down the main hall; what the guards called the green mile, trying to ignore the mad prisoner who was singing his heart out, not seeming to notice her as she passed with a light step. She walked right on by John Coffey, trying not to let her eyes wander into the jail cells, but instead follow the sound of male voices that were coming from down a stairwell.
She only made the first step before one of the two men bounded up the stairs, and would have run her right down if she hadn't have shoved herself against the wall at the last moment. Monica had only to glance at his face to notice that he was rushing too fast to notice anything else but his destination.
Monica rolled her eyes at the back of the man, and made her way down the remaining stone steps. The only one left in the room, and probably the only one left in the whole building besides herself, was Percy. He didn't realize Monica was there until she stepped down harder off the last stair.
He looked in her direction, his face expressionless.
"You mind telling me what happened?" Monica asked coldly, despite the fact that Percy looked totally stressed out. His eyes widened in anger, but quickly hid the rage.
"Miss Gilbert, nothing happened. The man is dead, and that's what we were supposed to do."
"I don't think that's what was supposed to HAPPEN, Percy-" Monica pointed.
"It's all done," Percy raised his voice.
"I always thought you to be a bit strange and heartless, but this-!"
"You do not-!" he started, interrupting her.
"I do not WHAT!? You told me that I could come and watch an execution, not a show of your ridiculous - childish - evil -!" Monica darkened, and so did Percy.
"You do NOT have the right to tell me off for what you think I did!" Percy shouted.
"Oh, I KNOW what you did!" Monica shouted back, "I SAW what you did, Percy! I saw the way you looked so guilty in front of that man!"
"Ooh, and I thought you were different than those idiots I work with!" Percy raged.
"Idiots, huh!? Well, I hate you, Percy Wetmore!" Monica growled. "I thought you were deeper than you looked, but OH did you prove ME wrong!"
"And you know what!? I hate you too, and I always have! The only reason YOU came to work here was to annoy the hell outta me, just like you did in school!"
"Oh, now we go back to SCHOOL matters, huh!?" Monica yelled. "I thought you were OLDER than that, you immature-!"
"Don't get me started on YOU!"
Monica had made her way across the room and the both of them were raving, all dignity forgotten. It wasn't hard for Monica to tiptoe high enough to stare Percy in the eye while they argued on.
"You don't care about anyone or anything," Monica continued, "I bet your precious HAIR means more to you than everyone in the world combined! Well how do you like - this!" And she threw out her hand and messed up his slicked back hair so that random strands stuck up and fell over his forehead.
Percy stepped out of range of Monica's hands, and shouted his protests. "You will not understand," he uttered madly, "How much I hate you right now!"
"I think I have an idea," she replied hotly. She wondered how they had managed to trail closer and closer towards the far wall. She hadn't even realized that she had left the stairs. Monica was right in his face now. "I thought I couldn't hate you, Percy - I thought you might have changed from that immature little freshman you were when I first knew you!"
"Well, even YOU can be wrong sometimes, then, can't you?" Percy sneered back. "Here's hate for you!"
Then he kissed her.
The wind howled, the room was cold, and there was silence.
Monica pulled back in shock. Percy was shocked, too. She had a look of disbelief on her face. "Well here's my hate for YOU, batsard!"
Then SHE kissed HIM.
"I hate you," Percy gasped between parts of this new fight.
"Same here," Monica growled, backing Percy into the wall, miraculously with nothing but her lips. "AND you're selfish," she was sure to add.
This continued until a rather large crack of thunder snapped them back into reality.
Then they went home.
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Lookit what I've done! Don't flame me, plz Togemon (I dunno if you wanted that, sorry 'bout my assumptions if you liked it)- remember, this IS romance! J, how about that last line? Funny in all it's simplicity, eh? I want you to like that chapter, cuz I sure did! NO REGRETS! MORE to come! :) :) :) :)