Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the television show "The
Pretender." They belong to Steve Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickel, and TNT.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 15 Dream
The adults hurriedly put their seat belts on as Junior picks up the talkie and jubilee shouts "Race you to the Centre." Speeding off Junior creates a cloud of dirt, which covers Lyle. All the adults in his car were thanking God that they buckled up.
"Your on." Shouts Miss Parker into her talkie as she takes off after him. Lyle is left behind standing in a cloud of dust and fumes. Disgust showing on his face running a hand over his suite Lyle tries unsuccessfully to wipe off the dust.
Whipping out his cell phone. Dials a number. Not giving the other person on the phone proper time to answer before interrupting.
"Now, would be a perfect time."
The man on the other end, "How much time and where are they?"
"You have about one hour's worth of time because they're driving to the Centre. Junior is leading the procession, on interstate 86 and moving fast." Lyle informs the man. "I want him dead, leave her to me."
"Consider it done." States the man on the phone.
Smirking Lyle continues to try and wipe the dirt off his suit. 'Soon you'll be coming to *me* for comfort Parker. Soon.' Forming the moment in his mind, he could picture it clearly. Parker on his lap her head on his shoulder crying. The next moment Parker is naked on his lap, her head nestled on his shoulder her pleading voice begs him to take her.
His eyes start to glaze over fixing the moment in his mind. Still lost in thought he doesn't notice Jarod pulling out in an old mustang.
Felling himself grow frustrated 'If I can't have Parker yet, I'll have the next best thing.' Looking at the phone, Lyle dials another number waiting patiencely he hears her answer the phone.
"Hello"
"Zoe tell me how is my favorite betrayer?"
"Pregnant."
************************************************************** What???
I think I'll kill off someone *very* soon. Yep. Suggestions anyone?
Dream
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 15 Dream
The adults hurriedly put their seat belts on as Junior picks up the talkie and jubilee shouts "Race you to the Centre." Speeding off Junior creates a cloud of dirt, which covers Lyle. All the adults in his car were thanking God that they buckled up.
"Your on." Shouts Miss Parker into her talkie as she takes off after him. Lyle is left behind standing in a cloud of dust and fumes. Disgust showing on his face running a hand over his suite Lyle tries unsuccessfully to wipe off the dust.
Whipping out his cell phone. Dials a number. Not giving the other person on the phone proper time to answer before interrupting.
"Now, would be a perfect time."
The man on the other end, "How much time and where are they?"
"You have about one hour's worth of time because they're driving to the Centre. Junior is leading the procession, on interstate 86 and moving fast." Lyle informs the man. "I want him dead, leave her to me."
"Consider it done." States the man on the phone.
Smirking Lyle continues to try and wipe the dirt off his suit. 'Soon you'll be coming to *me* for comfort Parker. Soon.' Forming the moment in his mind, he could picture it clearly. Parker on his lap her head on his shoulder crying. The next moment Parker is naked on his lap, her head nestled on his shoulder her pleading voice begs him to take her.
His eyes start to glaze over fixing the moment in his mind. Still lost in thought he doesn't notice Jarod pulling out in an old mustang.
Felling himself grow frustrated 'If I can't have Parker yet, I'll have the next best thing.' Looking at the phone, Lyle dials another number waiting patiencely he hears her answer the phone.
"Hello"
"Zoe tell me how is my favorite betrayer?"
"Pregnant."
************************************************************** What???
I think I'll kill off someone *very* soon. Yep. Suggestions anyone?
Dream