Hey, I'm back with another of these annoying author notes! =) Thank you so
much for all the great reviews. One seemed kind of angry, but that's all
right. =D Here is chapter 5. And I must tell you, there probably won't be
any more chapters until either Sunday or Monday because I'm going to my
cousin's this weekend. Please don't forget about my story while I'm gone!
;)
Bad Company Chapter 5: Where Are You?
When Monica woke up, the first thing she noticed was the complete and utter darkness wherever she was. And when she sat up, then came the pounding headache.
"Where am I?" she wondered aloud.
"You're in hell," a voice said from somewhere in the blackness. "Or at least someplace similar to it."
Monica strained her eyes to try to see the source of the voice. "Who's there?" Then it all came back to her; taking the pregnancy test, leaving the bathroom, and seeing some object coming at her but by the time she had tried to avoid it, it had been too late.
"Aw, I was hoping you'd remember me."
Monica stood up slowly. "Who are you? And-and, where am I?"
"Okay, I know I answered that last question already. And as for who I am, you'll just have to find that out on your own."
Gradually Monica's eyes adjusted to the darkness and she could dimly make out the man sitting in the corner of the small room.
"Oh my god."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
4am
"Chandler?" Phoebe jogged back from the office and up to Chandler who was nervously pacing back and forth.
He stopped abruptly, "Where is she? Did he know?"
"Mr. Binder said he hasn't seen her at all since we were all gathered out here yesterday. I used his phone to call the cops. They're on their way."
Chandler ran a hand through his hair. "Dammit."
Joey walked up, "We're gonna find her, man."
"Yeah, for all we know she could just be taking a walk or something," Rachel said, joining them.
Chandler shook his head. "No. She's been missing since two. No one in their right mind takes walks in the woods that late -especially Monica."
He looked around at the woods which had once appeared to him as romantic and beautiful all at once. Now they seemed dark and menacing, waiting to swallow him up so that he would never be able to see Monica again.
Thunder rumbled distantly from the west, a sample of the bad weather to come. Chandler was afraid. Not of the storm, but of not knowing where Monica was, what she was feeling.
"Where are you, Mon?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Good luck with finding your friend," Clark shouted after Ms. Buffay as she retreated from the cabin. He closed the door behind him after going back inside. Then he watched out of his window as she delivered to news to who Clark figured was Monica Geller's husband.
How could they already be this worried? It had only been at the most an hour and a half. He shook his head, then headed back down to his basement.
"Are you behaving yourself?" he asked and he reached the bottom of the steps and turned on the overhead light fixture, allowing him to see his prisoner.
The room he kept her in was small and cold, and had a dungeon-like feel to it. The walls, ceiling, and floor were concrete (sound's a bit like my basement =D). The only two things that weren't concrete were an old beaten up rug in the center of the room and the rocking chair in the corner.
Mrs. Geller was sitting in the opposite corner, and she stood up as soon as he got nearer to her.
"Who was that?" she asked, studying him warily.
"Man, you're all questions, aren't you?" he grinned slyly. Then he decided to taunt her -just a little. "It was one of your friends. Apparently they're figuring that you simply got sick of your husband and left. Tough luck, huh?"
"They wouldn't think that." However, Monica didn't look quite so sure.
"You wanna bet?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Monica shook her head, assuring herself that even though Chandler could be a bit insecure sometimes, he would never think that. She knew that Clark Binder was lying.
Then her mind wandered to how she was going to get herself out of here. Obviously, her friends didn't know where she was. And as much as everyone said Monica was freakishly strong for her size, she knew as well as he did she was no match for him.
She wanted desperately to see Chandler right now, to be able to be in his arms. To hear his gentle voice telling her that everything would be alright.
It was, wasn't it?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A week. It had been a week since Monica had first gone missing. Rachel had said that they should at least get a hotel room somewhere near while they waiting, but Chandler had insisted they stay here. Everyone agreed.
They were now renting the other cabin, because the weather had been terrible ever since that fateful morning seven days ago. It had been storming almost constantly, only giving the town reprieve for short periods of time. They were lucky enough for the campground to be at a higher elevation so they weren't in danger of a flood.
Everyone was inside except for Chandler, and they were all silent. Joey, Ross, and Phoebe were all sitting on the couch, while Rachel had pulled a chair up to the only window in the cabin to keep an eye on Chandler. He was sitting on a picnic bench outside, staring into space.
It had been quiet outside for about an hour, but suddenly the rain started up again. Almost immediately it was coming down in torrents, and Rachel stood.
"I'm going to go get Chandler."
Everyone nodded in understanding as they watched Rachel pull on a jacket and exit the cabin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chandler wasn't aware of the rain pounding down onto his shoulders, soaking his hair and clothes. His mind was in other places.
Seven days. She had to be alright, she just had to. She was Monica. His friend, his shelter, his life. Detectives and police officers were searching throughout the entire county and state of New Jersey. She was bound to show up sooner or later.
Chandler distantly heard his name being called, but didn't really think anything of it until he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Rachel, and she was telling him that he needed to come inside. Finally she took one of his hands and tugged on it lightly, and he got the point, following her into the cabin.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Rachel dragged a soaking Chandler into the cabin and straight into the bathroom, handing him a towel.
"Listen to me Chandler, I know you're upset, and I feel for you, I really do. But you need to stay positive, alright?" Her voice was gentle yet stern, and he nodded slightly. "You've got to believe that she's going to be found."
Chandler nodded again, and Rachel noticed he was shivering.
"Aw, Chandler, come here," she pulled him into a hug. "Everything's going to turn out alright." She only hoped she was telling her friend the truth.
I feel a hunger, it a hunger
That tries to keep a man awake at night
Are you the answer, I shouldn't wonder
When I can feel you whet my appetite
With all the power you're releasing
It isn't safe to walk the city streets alone
Anticipation's running through me
Let's find the keys and turn this engine on
I can feel you breathe
I can feel your heart beat faster
Take me home tonight
I don't wanna let you go til you see the light
Take me home tonight, listen honey
Just like Ronnie sang, be my little baby
I get frightened in all this darkness
I get nightmares, I hate to sleep alone
I need some company, a guardian angel
To keep me warm when the cold winds blow
I can feel you breathe
I can feel your heart beat faster
Take me home tonight
I don't wanna let you go til you see the light
Take me home tonight, listen honey
Just like Ronnie sang, be my little baby
~"Take Me Home Tonight" by Eddie Money featuring Ronnie Spector
There you go, there's the fifth chapter. Hope you liked and please review!!
Oh, also, just so you know, the gang did contact Ross and Monica's parents to tell them the news. I just didn't feel like explaining it in too much detail. =D
I'll get the next chapter to you ASAP.
Bad Company Chapter 5: Where Are You?
When Monica woke up, the first thing she noticed was the complete and utter darkness wherever she was. And when she sat up, then came the pounding headache.
"Where am I?" she wondered aloud.
"You're in hell," a voice said from somewhere in the blackness. "Or at least someplace similar to it."
Monica strained her eyes to try to see the source of the voice. "Who's there?" Then it all came back to her; taking the pregnancy test, leaving the bathroom, and seeing some object coming at her but by the time she had tried to avoid it, it had been too late.
"Aw, I was hoping you'd remember me."
Monica stood up slowly. "Who are you? And-and, where am I?"
"Okay, I know I answered that last question already. And as for who I am, you'll just have to find that out on your own."
Gradually Monica's eyes adjusted to the darkness and she could dimly make out the man sitting in the corner of the small room.
"Oh my god."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
4am
"Chandler?" Phoebe jogged back from the office and up to Chandler who was nervously pacing back and forth.
He stopped abruptly, "Where is she? Did he know?"
"Mr. Binder said he hasn't seen her at all since we were all gathered out here yesterday. I used his phone to call the cops. They're on their way."
Chandler ran a hand through his hair. "Dammit."
Joey walked up, "We're gonna find her, man."
"Yeah, for all we know she could just be taking a walk or something," Rachel said, joining them.
Chandler shook his head. "No. She's been missing since two. No one in their right mind takes walks in the woods that late -especially Monica."
He looked around at the woods which had once appeared to him as romantic and beautiful all at once. Now they seemed dark and menacing, waiting to swallow him up so that he would never be able to see Monica again.
Thunder rumbled distantly from the west, a sample of the bad weather to come. Chandler was afraid. Not of the storm, but of not knowing where Monica was, what she was feeling.
"Where are you, Mon?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Good luck with finding your friend," Clark shouted after Ms. Buffay as she retreated from the cabin. He closed the door behind him after going back inside. Then he watched out of his window as she delivered to news to who Clark figured was Monica Geller's husband.
How could they already be this worried? It had only been at the most an hour and a half. He shook his head, then headed back down to his basement.
"Are you behaving yourself?" he asked and he reached the bottom of the steps and turned on the overhead light fixture, allowing him to see his prisoner.
The room he kept her in was small and cold, and had a dungeon-like feel to it. The walls, ceiling, and floor were concrete (sound's a bit like my basement =D). The only two things that weren't concrete were an old beaten up rug in the center of the room and the rocking chair in the corner.
Mrs. Geller was sitting in the opposite corner, and she stood up as soon as he got nearer to her.
"Who was that?" she asked, studying him warily.
"Man, you're all questions, aren't you?" he grinned slyly. Then he decided to taunt her -just a little. "It was one of your friends. Apparently they're figuring that you simply got sick of your husband and left. Tough luck, huh?"
"They wouldn't think that." However, Monica didn't look quite so sure.
"You wanna bet?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Monica shook her head, assuring herself that even though Chandler could be a bit insecure sometimes, he would never think that. She knew that Clark Binder was lying.
Then her mind wandered to how she was going to get herself out of here. Obviously, her friends didn't know where she was. And as much as everyone said Monica was freakishly strong for her size, she knew as well as he did she was no match for him.
She wanted desperately to see Chandler right now, to be able to be in his arms. To hear his gentle voice telling her that everything would be alright.
It was, wasn't it?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A week. It had been a week since Monica had first gone missing. Rachel had said that they should at least get a hotel room somewhere near while they waiting, but Chandler had insisted they stay here. Everyone agreed.
They were now renting the other cabin, because the weather had been terrible ever since that fateful morning seven days ago. It had been storming almost constantly, only giving the town reprieve for short periods of time. They were lucky enough for the campground to be at a higher elevation so they weren't in danger of a flood.
Everyone was inside except for Chandler, and they were all silent. Joey, Ross, and Phoebe were all sitting on the couch, while Rachel had pulled a chair up to the only window in the cabin to keep an eye on Chandler. He was sitting on a picnic bench outside, staring into space.
It had been quiet outside for about an hour, but suddenly the rain started up again. Almost immediately it was coming down in torrents, and Rachel stood.
"I'm going to go get Chandler."
Everyone nodded in understanding as they watched Rachel pull on a jacket and exit the cabin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chandler wasn't aware of the rain pounding down onto his shoulders, soaking his hair and clothes. His mind was in other places.
Seven days. She had to be alright, she just had to. She was Monica. His friend, his shelter, his life. Detectives and police officers were searching throughout the entire county and state of New Jersey. She was bound to show up sooner or later.
Chandler distantly heard his name being called, but didn't really think anything of it until he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Rachel, and she was telling him that he needed to come inside. Finally she took one of his hands and tugged on it lightly, and he got the point, following her into the cabin.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Rachel dragged a soaking Chandler into the cabin and straight into the bathroom, handing him a towel.
"Listen to me Chandler, I know you're upset, and I feel for you, I really do. But you need to stay positive, alright?" Her voice was gentle yet stern, and he nodded slightly. "You've got to believe that she's going to be found."
Chandler nodded again, and Rachel noticed he was shivering.
"Aw, Chandler, come here," she pulled him into a hug. "Everything's going to turn out alright." She only hoped she was telling her friend the truth.
I feel a hunger, it a hunger
That tries to keep a man awake at night
Are you the answer, I shouldn't wonder
When I can feel you whet my appetite
With all the power you're releasing
It isn't safe to walk the city streets alone
Anticipation's running through me
Let's find the keys and turn this engine on
I can feel you breathe
I can feel your heart beat faster
Take me home tonight
I don't wanna let you go til you see the light
Take me home tonight, listen honey
Just like Ronnie sang, be my little baby
I get frightened in all this darkness
I get nightmares, I hate to sleep alone
I need some company, a guardian angel
To keep me warm when the cold winds blow
I can feel you breathe
I can feel your heart beat faster
Take me home tonight
I don't wanna let you go til you see the light
Take me home tonight, listen honey
Just like Ronnie sang, be my little baby
~"Take Me Home Tonight" by Eddie Money featuring Ronnie Spector
There you go, there's the fifth chapter. Hope you liked and please review!!
Oh, also, just so you know, the gang did contact Ross and Monica's parents to tell them the news. I just didn't feel like explaining it in too much detail. =D
I'll get the next chapter to you ASAP.