Because people want to know:
Who are those kids? i.e. Block, Kylie, Mouse and gang.
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, well from this point it's all Zoe.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 52
Dream
Zeros New York 6 P.M.
"Well," questions Kylie, "were there any probs I need to know of?"
"Nope, it was smooth as sailing," laughs the voice on the other end "mock 2 was cool."
"Now you know why *I* feel the need for speed," states Kylie "you coming in by chop, or by bike?"
"Chopping it should be arriving around 2 maybe 3 in the morn."
"D.G.D." states Kylie as she hung up the phone. She raises her eyebrow to Mouse, who just smirks in return.
"Do you think we should have told him about Jason?" questions Mouse.
"No," laughs Kylie "there is enough going on without that."
The creaks open, two more youngsters enter. Block walks toward the man, slams into him as a form of greeting.
"Block," laughs the young woman, "Mouse any news."
"Yes, Tracer. Kylie just got off the phone with him," a wide smile breaks over her face "he's due in no later then 3:30 A.M." She's so happy that she positively radiates.
"Hey," smirks the man to Tracer "Why don't you look like that when I come around."
"Because you never leave," sneers Kylie.
"Plus she would need to miss you if you did go," whispers Mouse.
"And then I would have to be glad that you'd came back," mutters Tracer. The three women snicker as Block resumes his rule of watcher. The man sits down hard in front of Kylie places a hand on his chest over his heart.
"Ouch, that hurt."
"Poor baby," sneers Tracer "did the naughty girls hurt little Junior's feelings."
Block coughs trying not to laugh. He struggles to keep his face blank.
"That right Block laugh," says Junior "soon it's going to be your turn."
The door creaks open again, this time a klutzy woman stumbles in. The group can hear her mumble to herself. Junior moves Tracer and Mouse next to Kylie while he and Block from a barricade. Getting a good look at the woman, a slow creepy smile covers Junior's face as he realizes who walked in the door.
"By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes," crackles Junior, nodding to Block he waits for the woman to sit down.
The Tower Centre 645 P.M.
The rings of the phone snaps at Raines, picking it up he whispers "Hello."
"Raines, honey is that you?" questions Zoe.
Cringing from the tone in her voice, "Zoe. What do you want?"
"Well I just thought I would inform you that Lyle and Cox are *all over* Parker and Jones. In fact I just left them," laughs Zoe.
"What do you mean all over?" questions Raines.
"Well, the poor babies needed some loving," Zoe states.
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" demands Raines.
"So I suggested that Parker and Jones would be interested," laughs Zoe "even if it's somewhat rough."
Shock hit Raines, 'what if my brother found out.' Sighing "Zoe you have to stop them."
"Way too late," snickers Zoe "You should have heard Miss Parker scream."
"Damn it! Are you stupid?" snaps Raines.
"Oh lighten up," snaps Zoe as she snaps her fingers "You! I want you to get me a drink. Ah, vodka on the rocks." Zoe sits down. "At lest you got rid of *that* brat?"
"Yes, that at lest went well," agrees Raines.
"I can't wait to see Broots's face when he finds out that his daughters dead," squeals Zoe.
Pleasure runs throw Raines until he realizes that Zoe is in a public place. "Where are you?" demands Raines.
Looking around Zoe picks up one of the restaurant's pamphlets "Some place called Zeros. Don't worry its practically deserted."
"Stay there. I will call Willie and he will pick up," instructs Raines as he hangs up the phone.
"Yes daddy," mutters Zoe to the dial tone.
Bell Tower The Bronx 7:40 P.M.
"Grim Reaper," answers Jones.
"Why?" questions Cox.
"Because I decide who lives and who dies," hisses the man as he comes into the light.
"NO," whimpers Lyle, "You're dead I shot you. Your dead."
"Who are you?" demands Cox.
"My name is Kyle," hisses the man, "Jarod's brother."
"It can't be," whimpers Lyle, "I shot you. Jarod gave your heart away to the boy in Texas."
"Oh, poor Lyle," sneers Parker.
"Yeah what more could a sister want?" snickers Jones.
"What?" bellows Grim causing both women to jump.
"Grim," snaps Jones grabbing his hand she pulls him closer to her forcing him to lean close to his wife. Whispering in his ear Grim shivers a slow deep smile spreads across his face.
"Oh, you two are trouble," mutters Grim. He walks over to the two men strapped down, looks both of them up and down.
"Do you need any info," questions Grim as he pulls out a doctor's bag, pulling out special devices that both Cox and Lyle recognize as torture tools both men start to plead for their lives.
"No," Jones says as she walks up to Grim and reaches for his knife "but you can't kill them."
"Thank god," by men whisper.
A fierce frown on his face Grim glares at his wife "And why not?' he snaps.
"Because we need to give them to scraps," states Miss Parker "that doesn't mean that you can't play with them."
Zeros New York 7 P.M.
Hanging up the phone, Zoe looked around spying the man she demanded get her a drink. She frowns at him, snaps her fingers at him, "Hey you. I asked you to get me a drink."
"Pregnant woman shouldn't drink. It's bad for the baby," smirks the man.
"Well it's a choice," snaps Zoe "and I wanted that drink."
Holding up his hand, the young man he backed away "Ok lady your drink is coming right up."
"Hey, Lewie one vodka on the rocks with a kiss," smirks the man. He walks back and picks up the drink and brings it over to Zoe. Looking into the glass Zoe notices the ice cubes are red instead of clear.
"Cute," she mutters as she drowns the drink. Relaxing a bit she tries to get comfortable in the chair. Her eyes start to dip and she yawns.
"Block get ready," she hears the young man instruct someone from faraway.
"Don't worry Junior, my Block is always ready."
'Junior, no Junior is in Paris.'
Bell Tower The Bronx 7:50 P.M.
The shrill of the phone could barely be heard over the screaming. Whipping out her cell Jones pulls it close to her ear covering the other with her hand.
"Speak."
"You all right?"
"Yes Junior," shouts Jones "I'm fine. The screaming is Grim's doing. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," mutter Junior.
"That's bullshit," shouts Jones.
"Ok. I found information from someone that you and Parker were attacked," snaps Junior.
"We were, but Grim got here before anything could get out of hand. You said someone gave you this info?" questions Jones.
"Yes. A bitch name Zoe," answers Junior.
"Oh really what else did this thing have to say for herself," growls Jones.
"She said she told Raines about your," growls Junior "liaison."
"Great," pacing the floor "Is tracer there."
"Yes I'll put her on," mutter Junior.
The Lair New York 8 P.M.
"Yes Ms. Jones," mutters Tracer "I understand. That's no big." She pulls out her laptop and places it on the table.
"Miss Parker, is there anything you need covered?" questions Tracer. Nodding her head Tracer smiles wickedly "That will be our pleasure Miss Parker. Yes I think Junior will really enjoy it." Napping the cell closed Tracer walks over to Junior. She hands him his cell.
"I have work to do. Miss Parker by the way has consented to letting you determine what happens to dipshit." Planting a kiss on his cheek Tracer walks back to her computer and start to type away smirking a little.
Looking at the woman tired to the chair in the middle of the room Junior grins evilly at her. As Kylie walks toward her holding a file.
"You have been on seriously *bad* girl Zoe," mutters Kylie as she walks around Zoe in a circular fashion. "A very bad girl, but don't worry we're here now to help you."
"Help me get what?" snaps Zoe.
"A conscience," whispers Junior.
"I haven't gone anything, nothing you can prove," smirks Zoe.
"We're not a jury," snaps Junior, "and I think its past time someone avenged your sister."
"What do you mean?" stutters Zoe.
"Oh, nothing. We know that you pushed her to her death, then clamed you talked her into climbing and falling. We know that you are a con artist whose partner was supposed to help you con your sweet grandma out of her retirement fund. You know the one that Jarod thought was your ex-cop of a boyfriend?" answers Junior still walking around Zoe.
"And we know all about your involvement with the Centre. Your trap to trick Jarod into thinking the child your carrying is his. We know about your attempts at seducing *Mr. Parker Junior* and how you tried in vain to mentally wound Debbie." Informs Mouse.
Sneered Kylie as she leaned in close her grabbed Zoe by the hair and hisses "we also know that you tried to have Jones and Parker raped."
Zoe looked around, she noticed that they were all kids, "Well what are you going to do about it little girl, tell mommy."
"No our mother already knows. And Daddy's cleaning it up." With that said Kylie pulls out a tube that glows eerily in the room.
"What's that?" stutters Zoe.
"It's called Glow," smirks Junior.
************************************* Oh boy I think Zoe in some trouble. Feedback is needed.. Dream
Ps still no beta reader.
You dump fuck I'm junior
Don't worry about it gramps I messed with yours too
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, well from this point it's all Zoe.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 52
Dream
Zeros New York 6 P.M.
"Well," questions Kylie, "were there any probs I need to know of?"
"Nope, it was smooth as sailing," laughs the voice on the other end "mock 2 was cool."
"Now you know why *I* feel the need for speed," states Kylie "you coming in by chop, or by bike?"
"Chopping it should be arriving around 2 maybe 3 in the morn."
"D.G.D." states Kylie as she hung up the phone. She raises her eyebrow to Mouse, who just smirks in return.
"Do you think we should have told him about Jason?" questions Mouse.
"No," laughs Kylie "there is enough going on without that."
The creaks open, two more youngsters enter. Block walks toward the man, slams into him as a form of greeting.
"Block," laughs the young woman, "Mouse any news."
"Yes, Tracer. Kylie just got off the phone with him," a wide smile breaks over her face "he's due in no later then 3:30 A.M." She's so happy that she positively radiates.
"Hey," smirks the man to Tracer "Why don't you look like that when I come around."
"Because you never leave," sneers Kylie.
"Plus she would need to miss you if you did go," whispers Mouse.
"And then I would have to be glad that you'd came back," mutters Tracer. The three women snicker as Block resumes his rule of watcher. The man sits down hard in front of Kylie places a hand on his chest over his heart.
"Ouch, that hurt."
"Poor baby," sneers Tracer "did the naughty girls hurt little Junior's feelings."
Block coughs trying not to laugh. He struggles to keep his face blank.
"That right Block laugh," says Junior "soon it's going to be your turn."
The door creaks open again, this time a klutzy woman stumbles in. The group can hear her mumble to herself. Junior moves Tracer and Mouse next to Kylie while he and Block from a barricade. Getting a good look at the woman, a slow creepy smile covers Junior's face as he realizes who walked in the door.
"By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes," crackles Junior, nodding to Block he waits for the woman to sit down.
The Tower Centre 645 P.M.
The rings of the phone snaps at Raines, picking it up he whispers "Hello."
"Raines, honey is that you?" questions Zoe.
Cringing from the tone in her voice, "Zoe. What do you want?"
"Well I just thought I would inform you that Lyle and Cox are *all over* Parker and Jones. In fact I just left them," laughs Zoe.
"What do you mean all over?" questions Raines.
"Well, the poor babies needed some loving," Zoe states.
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" demands Raines.
"So I suggested that Parker and Jones would be interested," laughs Zoe "even if it's somewhat rough."
Shock hit Raines, 'what if my brother found out.' Sighing "Zoe you have to stop them."
"Way too late," snickers Zoe "You should have heard Miss Parker scream."
"Damn it! Are you stupid?" snaps Raines.
"Oh lighten up," snaps Zoe as she snaps her fingers "You! I want you to get me a drink. Ah, vodka on the rocks." Zoe sits down. "At lest you got rid of *that* brat?"
"Yes, that at lest went well," agrees Raines.
"I can't wait to see Broots's face when he finds out that his daughters dead," squeals Zoe.
Pleasure runs throw Raines until he realizes that Zoe is in a public place. "Where are you?" demands Raines.
Looking around Zoe picks up one of the restaurant's pamphlets "Some place called Zeros. Don't worry its practically deserted."
"Stay there. I will call Willie and he will pick up," instructs Raines as he hangs up the phone.
"Yes daddy," mutters Zoe to the dial tone.
Bell Tower The Bronx 7:40 P.M.
"Grim Reaper," answers Jones.
"Why?" questions Cox.
"Because I decide who lives and who dies," hisses the man as he comes into the light.
"NO," whimpers Lyle, "You're dead I shot you. Your dead."
"Who are you?" demands Cox.
"My name is Kyle," hisses the man, "Jarod's brother."
"It can't be," whimpers Lyle, "I shot you. Jarod gave your heart away to the boy in Texas."
"Oh, poor Lyle," sneers Parker.
"Yeah what more could a sister want?" snickers Jones.
"What?" bellows Grim causing both women to jump.
"Grim," snaps Jones grabbing his hand she pulls him closer to her forcing him to lean close to his wife. Whispering in his ear Grim shivers a slow deep smile spreads across his face.
"Oh, you two are trouble," mutters Grim. He walks over to the two men strapped down, looks both of them up and down.
"Do you need any info," questions Grim as he pulls out a doctor's bag, pulling out special devices that both Cox and Lyle recognize as torture tools both men start to plead for their lives.
"No," Jones says as she walks up to Grim and reaches for his knife "but you can't kill them."
"Thank god," by men whisper.
A fierce frown on his face Grim glares at his wife "And why not?' he snaps.
"Because we need to give them to scraps," states Miss Parker "that doesn't mean that you can't play with them."
Zeros New York 7 P.M.
Hanging up the phone, Zoe looked around spying the man she demanded get her a drink. She frowns at him, snaps her fingers at him, "Hey you. I asked you to get me a drink."
"Pregnant woman shouldn't drink. It's bad for the baby," smirks the man.
"Well it's a choice," snaps Zoe "and I wanted that drink."
Holding up his hand, the young man he backed away "Ok lady your drink is coming right up."
"Hey, Lewie one vodka on the rocks with a kiss," smirks the man. He walks back and picks up the drink and brings it over to Zoe. Looking into the glass Zoe notices the ice cubes are red instead of clear.
"Cute," she mutters as she drowns the drink. Relaxing a bit she tries to get comfortable in the chair. Her eyes start to dip and she yawns.
"Block get ready," she hears the young man instruct someone from faraway.
"Don't worry Junior, my Block is always ready."
'Junior, no Junior is in Paris.'
Bell Tower The Bronx 7:50 P.M.
The shrill of the phone could barely be heard over the screaming. Whipping out her cell Jones pulls it close to her ear covering the other with her hand.
"Speak."
"You all right?"
"Yes Junior," shouts Jones "I'm fine. The screaming is Grim's doing. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," mutter Junior.
"That's bullshit," shouts Jones.
"Ok. I found information from someone that you and Parker were attacked," snaps Junior.
"We were, but Grim got here before anything could get out of hand. You said someone gave you this info?" questions Jones.
"Yes. A bitch name Zoe," answers Junior.
"Oh really what else did this thing have to say for herself," growls Jones.
"She said she told Raines about your," growls Junior "liaison."
"Great," pacing the floor "Is tracer there."
"Yes I'll put her on," mutter Junior.
The Lair New York 8 P.M.
"Yes Ms. Jones," mutters Tracer "I understand. That's no big." She pulls out her laptop and places it on the table.
"Miss Parker, is there anything you need covered?" questions Tracer. Nodding her head Tracer smiles wickedly "That will be our pleasure Miss Parker. Yes I think Junior will really enjoy it." Napping the cell closed Tracer walks over to Junior. She hands him his cell.
"I have work to do. Miss Parker by the way has consented to letting you determine what happens to dipshit." Planting a kiss on his cheek Tracer walks back to her computer and start to type away smirking a little.
Looking at the woman tired to the chair in the middle of the room Junior grins evilly at her. As Kylie walks toward her holding a file.
"You have been on seriously *bad* girl Zoe," mutters Kylie as she walks around Zoe in a circular fashion. "A very bad girl, but don't worry we're here now to help you."
"Help me get what?" snaps Zoe.
"A conscience," whispers Junior.
"I haven't gone anything, nothing you can prove," smirks Zoe.
"We're not a jury," snaps Junior, "and I think its past time someone avenged your sister."
"What do you mean?" stutters Zoe.
"Oh, nothing. We know that you pushed her to her death, then clamed you talked her into climbing and falling. We know that you are a con artist whose partner was supposed to help you con your sweet grandma out of her retirement fund. You know the one that Jarod thought was your ex-cop of a boyfriend?" answers Junior still walking around Zoe.
"And we know all about your involvement with the Centre. Your trap to trick Jarod into thinking the child your carrying is his. We know about your attempts at seducing *Mr. Parker Junior* and how you tried in vain to mentally wound Debbie." Informs Mouse.
Sneered Kylie as she leaned in close her grabbed Zoe by the hair and hisses "we also know that you tried to have Jones and Parker raped."
Zoe looked around, she noticed that they were all kids, "Well what are you going to do about it little girl, tell mommy."
"No our mother already knows. And Daddy's cleaning it up." With that said Kylie pulls out a tube that glows eerily in the room.
"What's that?" stutters Zoe.
"It's called Glow," smirks Junior.
************************************* Oh boy I think Zoe in some trouble. Feedback is needed.. Dream
Ps still no beta reader.
You dump fuck I'm junior
Don't worry about it gramps I messed with yours too