Hey, thanks for all the terrific reviews! I'm sorry about the whole
pregnancy test thing. That was a good point though. I wasn't even
thinking about why it would still be in the trash after two weeks, I was
just happy I discovered a way to make Chandler find out! Lol, anyway,
let's just say Clark Binder is a very clean man but only when it comes to
the kitchen/living room area of his house. =D
Regina Phalange, I added you to my buddy list and will IM you the next time I see you online!
This chapter may also seem like it's dragging a bit, but in this situation I can only think of a limited amount of space fillers to make the chapter long enough to be readable. =) So, enjoy!
Bad Company Chapter 7: Ammunition
Clark Binder was contemplating.
If the police thought they knew where Monica Geller was, wouldn't they have told her friends and/or husband something about what type of place it was? If that was true, and if they had including enough details, that would mean that Mr. Bing and the rest of the campers knew Clark had her.
But why would one of them come over to his cabin to use the bathroom of the kidnapper? Maybe to try to cause vengeance himself, before the cops came to investigate?
He still couldn't understand how the hell they had found out. He was very, very careful to conceal the evidence. Or, maybe they didn't know at all that she was here and had received a false lead. He liked that possibility.
But, just the same, he knew he'd better be safe.
He sighed and walked over to a cabinet. Opening it, he pulled out a shot gun and made sure it was loaded.
Company always on the run
Destiny is a rising sun
I was born, six-gun in my hand
Behind the gun I make my final stand
"Come and get me," he whispered under his breath as he positioned himself by the bathroom door.
Rebel souls, deserters we are called
Chose a gun and threw away the sun
Now these towns, they all know our names
Six-gun sound is our claim to fame
That's why they call me
Bad company, I can't deny
Bad company, til the day I die
Til the day I die
("Bad Company" by, well . . . Bad Company.)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chandler dropped the test back into the trash and stood up. All this time. All this time he, they, had been searching. Yet she was so close. So close . . .
He put his hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath. He didn't know how dangerous this guy was exactly, but Chandler was willing to risk everything to save Monica.
Slowly, he turned the knob and pulled the door open.
When he was just about out of the room, he heard a small, familiar clicking sound to his right. And then a bang.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I can't believe this." Ross sat onto the couch. Phoebe and Joey had just delivered the news to him and Rachel about the call. Now, Rachel and Ross were alone.
"I know, Ross, me neither. But you know this doesn't really mean anything, right?" Rachel sat next to him with a concerned look on her face.
"How could it not mean anything? I mean, it has been two weeks. God knows where she could be."
"She's gonna turn up," Rachel wasn't so sure, though. She put her arm around Ross and kissed his cheek, hoping that her hesitance about what she was saying didn't show.
"Mom and dad always acted like they favored her over me. Do you think they really did?"
"I guess it's possible . . . I mean, but once she's found, they'll definitely change their ways," she replied, knowing that if they didn't she would have to have a long, long talk with them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Monica had heard the extra footsteps upstairs. She didn't know who it was, but figured it was another camper or possibly one of her friends using the bathroom. She wanted desperately to shout out, to scream for help but had tried that in the past already. It seemed like not much sound got through the cement ceiling.
But, she knew that this visit was different from the others when, after a few minutes of silence, she heard the gun shot.
Her heart began pounding, and she raced to the bottom of the basement steps, hoping that maybe the police were there and she was about to be rescued . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chandler ducked slightly just in time to feel the hot bullet whizzing by his head, only a few inches from it's intended destination. He turned towards the direction the shot had come from and saw Clark Binder standing there.
Chandler did the first thing that came to his mind and grabbed the man's gun arm, twisting it downward so the gun was pointed at the ground. Clark shouted out in pain and tried to make Chandler let go of him, while shooting the gun a couple more times. He only managed to hit the thick carpeting.
Suddenly, Chandler heard a muffled, pleading voice behind him. He recognized that voice. He let go of Clark's arm and kicked him good and hard where it counted, then turned to the door which he figured led to the basement and was where the voice had come from. That door being locked, he slammed himself against it a couple times while calling out Monica's name. He didn't know if what he was doing was the smartest thing to do in his position, he only knew that he needed to get to her as soon as possible.
Finally, the door gave way and Chandler stumbled onto a small landing, almost falling down the stairs that followed. He glanced behind him and saw that Clark had staggered back a few steps and was trying to recover from Chandler's assault.
"Monica?" He peered into the intense darkness but couldn't see anything.
"Chandler?? I'm down here!"
He managed to take the steps without falling and finally reached the concrete floor below. He felt Monica press up against him and he put his arms around her. "Are you alright?"
"I think so . . . what was that shooting?" Monica buried her face into his shirt, not able to believe he was really there. How had he found her?
"He-he has a gun. I have no clue what to do now!" Chandler looked back up the stairs and saw Clark standing on the landing, looking angrily down upon them, gripping his right arm. The gun was nowhere in sight, and Chandler could only assume it was out of bullets.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"What was that sound?" Phoebe asked Joey after hearing the first gun shot from the office. They were outside sitting on a picnic bench, letting Ross and Rachel have some time alone to think through the sheriff's decision.
Joey looked toward the other cabin. "I don't know."
"Wait a minute," Phoebe started running toward the building as a few other shots echoed from within it.
"Where are you going?" Joey shouted, jogging after her.
"Chandler's in there!"
Dun dun dun . . .
I hope you enjoyed chapter six! I wrote this one in a hurry so it might actually be more rushed than "dragged". I'm not gonna be too sorry about the cliffhanger at the end cause I know I'm gonna have the next chapter up within the next couple of days. =D
Let's see . . . there was something else I was going to bring up . . . oh yeah! Believe it or not, this fic is almost finished (future ones will hopefully be longer, don't worry), so, I may start taking votes as to what you guys think my next one should be about. Preferably M/C, and I don't need a whole story line, just like a genre possibly? Thanks! And keep the reviews coming! They inspire me to actually finish! =)
Regina Phalange, I added you to my buddy list and will IM you the next time I see you online!
This chapter may also seem like it's dragging a bit, but in this situation I can only think of a limited amount of space fillers to make the chapter long enough to be readable. =) So, enjoy!
Bad Company Chapter 7: Ammunition
Clark Binder was contemplating.
If the police thought they knew where Monica Geller was, wouldn't they have told her friends and/or husband something about what type of place it was? If that was true, and if they had including enough details, that would mean that Mr. Bing and the rest of the campers knew Clark had her.
But why would one of them come over to his cabin to use the bathroom of the kidnapper? Maybe to try to cause vengeance himself, before the cops came to investigate?
He still couldn't understand how the hell they had found out. He was very, very careful to conceal the evidence. Or, maybe they didn't know at all that she was here and had received a false lead. He liked that possibility.
But, just the same, he knew he'd better be safe.
He sighed and walked over to a cabinet. Opening it, he pulled out a shot gun and made sure it was loaded.
Company always on the run
Destiny is a rising sun
I was born, six-gun in my hand
Behind the gun I make my final stand
"Come and get me," he whispered under his breath as he positioned himself by the bathroom door.
Rebel souls, deserters we are called
Chose a gun and threw away the sun
Now these towns, they all know our names
Six-gun sound is our claim to fame
That's why they call me
Bad company, I can't deny
Bad company, til the day I die
Til the day I die
("Bad Company" by, well . . . Bad Company.)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chandler dropped the test back into the trash and stood up. All this time. All this time he, they, had been searching. Yet she was so close. So close . . .
He put his hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath. He didn't know how dangerous this guy was exactly, but Chandler was willing to risk everything to save Monica.
Slowly, he turned the knob and pulled the door open.
When he was just about out of the room, he heard a small, familiar clicking sound to his right. And then a bang.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I can't believe this." Ross sat onto the couch. Phoebe and Joey had just delivered the news to him and Rachel about the call. Now, Rachel and Ross were alone.
"I know, Ross, me neither. But you know this doesn't really mean anything, right?" Rachel sat next to him with a concerned look on her face.
"How could it not mean anything? I mean, it has been two weeks. God knows where she could be."
"She's gonna turn up," Rachel wasn't so sure, though. She put her arm around Ross and kissed his cheek, hoping that her hesitance about what she was saying didn't show.
"Mom and dad always acted like they favored her over me. Do you think they really did?"
"I guess it's possible . . . I mean, but once she's found, they'll definitely change their ways," she replied, knowing that if they didn't she would have to have a long, long talk with them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Monica had heard the extra footsteps upstairs. She didn't know who it was, but figured it was another camper or possibly one of her friends using the bathroom. She wanted desperately to shout out, to scream for help but had tried that in the past already. It seemed like not much sound got through the cement ceiling.
But, she knew that this visit was different from the others when, after a few minutes of silence, she heard the gun shot.
Her heart began pounding, and she raced to the bottom of the basement steps, hoping that maybe the police were there and she was about to be rescued . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chandler ducked slightly just in time to feel the hot bullet whizzing by his head, only a few inches from it's intended destination. He turned towards the direction the shot had come from and saw Clark Binder standing there.
Chandler did the first thing that came to his mind and grabbed the man's gun arm, twisting it downward so the gun was pointed at the ground. Clark shouted out in pain and tried to make Chandler let go of him, while shooting the gun a couple more times. He only managed to hit the thick carpeting.
Suddenly, Chandler heard a muffled, pleading voice behind him. He recognized that voice. He let go of Clark's arm and kicked him good and hard where it counted, then turned to the door which he figured led to the basement and was where the voice had come from. That door being locked, he slammed himself against it a couple times while calling out Monica's name. He didn't know if what he was doing was the smartest thing to do in his position, he only knew that he needed to get to her as soon as possible.
Finally, the door gave way and Chandler stumbled onto a small landing, almost falling down the stairs that followed. He glanced behind him and saw that Clark had staggered back a few steps and was trying to recover from Chandler's assault.
"Monica?" He peered into the intense darkness but couldn't see anything.
"Chandler?? I'm down here!"
He managed to take the steps without falling and finally reached the concrete floor below. He felt Monica press up against him and he put his arms around her. "Are you alright?"
"I think so . . . what was that shooting?" Monica buried her face into his shirt, not able to believe he was really there. How had he found her?
"He-he has a gun. I have no clue what to do now!" Chandler looked back up the stairs and saw Clark standing on the landing, looking angrily down upon them, gripping his right arm. The gun was nowhere in sight, and Chandler could only assume it was out of bullets.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"What was that sound?" Phoebe asked Joey after hearing the first gun shot from the office. They were outside sitting on a picnic bench, letting Ross and Rachel have some time alone to think through the sheriff's decision.
Joey looked toward the other cabin. "I don't know."
"Wait a minute," Phoebe started running toward the building as a few other shots echoed from within it.
"Where are you going?" Joey shouted, jogging after her.
"Chandler's in there!"
Dun dun dun . . .
I hope you enjoyed chapter six! I wrote this one in a hurry so it might actually be more rushed than "dragged". I'm not gonna be too sorry about the cliffhanger at the end cause I know I'm gonna have the next chapter up within the next couple of days. =D
Let's see . . . there was something else I was going to bring up . . . oh yeah! Believe it or not, this fic is almost finished (future ones will hopefully be longer, don't worry), so, I may start taking votes as to what you guys think my next one should be about. Preferably M/C, and I don't need a whole story line, just like a genre possibly? Thanks! And keep the reviews coming! They inspire me to actually finish! =)