A/N: I'm half-starved and cranky, but I'm not going to eat until I finish
this chapter! That's how devoted I am. I can't wait any longer. The only
reason I had a delay in the first place, was because of endless homework!
Nothing to do with my Gollum this time, sorry Toge. Enjoy!
I don't care what they think
How they feel, or what they say
You're everything I ever knew
I always want to be with you
I've been warned so many times
They tell me I've ignored the signs
But nobody knows you like I do
The only one for me is you...
~Celine Dion
* * * * * * * * * *
Time was frozen.
All was silent except for Monica's gentle, inaudible words that she uttered through almost controlled sobs. Dean didn't say a word. He felt sorry for her, but inside his head he was putting together death puns for Percy.
"He was trying to help me," Monica muttered to Dean after the longest time of talking to Percy, alone. "He - he was coming to pull me away from that inmates cell, and... and he - he - he-" she took an unstable breath and continued. "I thought the prisoner was going to kill me, but in an instant, the tides changed and I suddenly wished that I hadn't have kicked him... I wish I had stayed put, I don't want this..."
Dean nodded absently, uncomfortably.
BAM.
The door burst open and the remainder of the guards shuffled inside.
"Hey, Dean, how'd it-" Brutal stopped as he looked at the scene. "-go..." he trailed off.
"What happened here?" Paul demanded, letting go of the arm of John Coffey who was hiding Harry. He poked his head around Coffey and dropped his jaw. All the guards stood silent for a moment. "Why is this girl here?" Paul continued, "Who is that she's got there, bleeding? Where's Bill?"
Dean took off his hat and wrung it in his hands, seeming to think before he answered slowly. "Sir... I'm not sure why she's here, and that's Percy. Sir, Wild Bill's dead."
"Dead!" Paul exclaimed. "And why's Percy here?"
"From what I've got, Bill shot him," Dean replied, quietly.
"So who killed Wild Bill?"
"I'm not sure, sir."
"Ma'am?" Paul approached Monica, who held onto Percy like he was going to float away. "Can you tell us what happened?"
"He's dead; I killed him because he shot Percy. Percy's hurt; he needs help," Monica said disconnectedly in her rush for words, even quieter than Dean.
Paul noticed that the girl's hands and dress were covered in blood. "That's not yours, is it?" He indicated the gore.
"Percy's," Monica whispered. "Is he dead?"
"Percy?" Paul surveyed the dying man, noting that his chest was faintly moving up and down, a motion that Monica failed to notice in her panic. "No; no he isn't."
"Oh, good; good; good, God," she pulled Percy even closer to her; probably the closest she'd ever been to him. "They're not going to come in time... He's going to die in a few minutes and they're not going to make it."
"Who?" Paul asked.
"I called the medic," Dean said.
"Oh..."
"Boss?"
Harry jumped slightly as Coffey talked, not realizing he was standing right next to him; the big man had been so silent.
"John," Paul nodded to Coffey to continue.
"I could..." he started, then tried again. "If I did..." he trailed off and looked for words.
"Now stop being ridiculous," Paul whispered to John harshly, realizing what Coffey was trying to say. "You haven't coughed up the last one! You can't save Percy, you don't have enough energy in you!"
Monica's head jerked up and she went perfectly silent, staring at John and Paul with rapt attention. Paul didn't feel her stare.
"Boss... for the lady..." John said.
"No," Paul shook his head. "I wish you could, but, John! You'd d-"
"What are you talking about?" Monica demanded, her voice rising. "What the hell are you doing? Why are you mocking me!?"
"Ma'am, calm down-"
"No!" Monica interrupted Paul. "How DARE you! And - calm down! Oh, you want me to CALM DOWN!? Damn, I wish I could, but as you can plainly see, it's a little late for calming down! I've been trying to calm down for ten minutes now; you want me to calm DOWN!?" Her voice reached a climatic point, and the guards wondered if she was fighting back something more than a sickening shriek they dreaded to hear.
"Ma'am," Coffey said as Monica was beginning to go mad with all the ma'am talk again, "Ma'am, I can help," he assured her before Paul could stop him.
"You can help WHAT?" Monica asked faintly.
"I can help him. If you let me," Coffey answered. He seemed to be going against his own morals; as if he really didn't want to save Percy. Which was true. He only wanted to help for Monica's sake; he knew she was good.
"What - how - what do you..." Monica gave up and just stared quizzically at John. She took a small breath and talked slowly, softly. "Please. Please, help him if you can. I believe you, okay? I believe that you can help him. I would believe anyone; everyone; just save his life..."
"I can do that," John nodded, parting a way through the guards. Paul looked fearful, but held his ground. "I can help him for you.
There is still time..."
A/N: Short chapter, but my sis wants me off da compy. Thanks, Toge, for your support and all! ENJOY! :D :D :D :D
I don't care what they think
How they feel, or what they say
You're everything I ever knew
I always want to be with you
I've been warned so many times
They tell me I've ignored the signs
But nobody knows you like I do
The only one for me is you...
~Celine Dion
* * * * * * * * * *
Time was frozen.
All was silent except for Monica's gentle, inaudible words that she uttered through almost controlled sobs. Dean didn't say a word. He felt sorry for her, but inside his head he was putting together death puns for Percy.
"He was trying to help me," Monica muttered to Dean after the longest time of talking to Percy, alone. "He - he was coming to pull me away from that inmates cell, and... and he - he - he-" she took an unstable breath and continued. "I thought the prisoner was going to kill me, but in an instant, the tides changed and I suddenly wished that I hadn't have kicked him... I wish I had stayed put, I don't want this..."
Dean nodded absently, uncomfortably.
BAM.
The door burst open and the remainder of the guards shuffled inside.
"Hey, Dean, how'd it-" Brutal stopped as he looked at the scene. "-go..." he trailed off.
"What happened here?" Paul demanded, letting go of the arm of John Coffey who was hiding Harry. He poked his head around Coffey and dropped his jaw. All the guards stood silent for a moment. "Why is this girl here?" Paul continued, "Who is that she's got there, bleeding? Where's Bill?"
Dean took off his hat and wrung it in his hands, seeming to think before he answered slowly. "Sir... I'm not sure why she's here, and that's Percy. Sir, Wild Bill's dead."
"Dead!" Paul exclaimed. "And why's Percy here?"
"From what I've got, Bill shot him," Dean replied, quietly.
"So who killed Wild Bill?"
"I'm not sure, sir."
"Ma'am?" Paul approached Monica, who held onto Percy like he was going to float away. "Can you tell us what happened?"
"He's dead; I killed him because he shot Percy. Percy's hurt; he needs help," Monica said disconnectedly in her rush for words, even quieter than Dean.
Paul noticed that the girl's hands and dress were covered in blood. "That's not yours, is it?" He indicated the gore.
"Percy's," Monica whispered. "Is he dead?"
"Percy?" Paul surveyed the dying man, noting that his chest was faintly moving up and down, a motion that Monica failed to notice in her panic. "No; no he isn't."
"Oh, good; good; good, God," she pulled Percy even closer to her; probably the closest she'd ever been to him. "They're not going to come in time... He's going to die in a few minutes and they're not going to make it."
"Who?" Paul asked.
"I called the medic," Dean said.
"Oh..."
"Boss?"
Harry jumped slightly as Coffey talked, not realizing he was standing right next to him; the big man had been so silent.
"John," Paul nodded to Coffey to continue.
"I could..." he started, then tried again. "If I did..." he trailed off and looked for words.
"Now stop being ridiculous," Paul whispered to John harshly, realizing what Coffey was trying to say. "You haven't coughed up the last one! You can't save Percy, you don't have enough energy in you!"
Monica's head jerked up and she went perfectly silent, staring at John and Paul with rapt attention. Paul didn't feel her stare.
"Boss... for the lady..." John said.
"No," Paul shook his head. "I wish you could, but, John! You'd d-"
"What are you talking about?" Monica demanded, her voice rising. "What the hell are you doing? Why are you mocking me!?"
"Ma'am, calm down-"
"No!" Monica interrupted Paul. "How DARE you! And - calm down! Oh, you want me to CALM DOWN!? Damn, I wish I could, but as you can plainly see, it's a little late for calming down! I've been trying to calm down for ten minutes now; you want me to calm DOWN!?" Her voice reached a climatic point, and the guards wondered if she was fighting back something more than a sickening shriek they dreaded to hear.
"Ma'am," Coffey said as Monica was beginning to go mad with all the ma'am talk again, "Ma'am, I can help," he assured her before Paul could stop him.
"You can help WHAT?" Monica asked faintly.
"I can help him. If you let me," Coffey answered. He seemed to be going against his own morals; as if he really didn't want to save Percy. Which was true. He only wanted to help for Monica's sake; he knew she was good.
"What - how - what do you..." Monica gave up and just stared quizzically at John. She took a small breath and talked slowly, softly. "Please. Please, help him if you can. I believe you, okay? I believe that you can help him. I would believe anyone; everyone; just save his life..."
"I can do that," John nodded, parting a way through the guards. Paul looked fearful, but held his ground. "I can help him for you.
There is still time..."
A/N: Short chapter, but my sis wants me off da compy. Thanks, Toge, for your support and all! ENJOY! :D :D :D :D