Author's Incoherent Babbling: Hello everybody! Today is June 27th and you know what that means! Time to water your plants! No but really, today is the day Charlie's Angels Full Throttle comes out into theaters and since I went to Barnes and Noble in May and bought the novelization I know everything that's going to happen. That can work to a writers advantage. ^.~ So yes I decided I didn't like the ending to FT too much! So what would you do if you were in my shoes? You'd write a sequel!! Who gets a cookie for guessing right? Okay so I don't own anything in this chapter except the trash cans, and the cat which I would also like to mention. No cats were harmed or impersonated in the making of this fic. Allllllso! If you have not seen FT yet but plan to and REALLY hate spoilers, pleeeeeease do not read beyond this point because there's a big part at the end which is cool but it's not and it's not some thing you want to spoil!
It was foggy, ground was damp, and there was a chill in the air. Yep, it was your typical alley. Dylan sensed someone near her but kept walking to not let on. Mist rose from the ground as if had just stopped raining but as far as Dylan remembered it hadn't rained at all that day.
Dylan wiped her head to the left as the sound of something by the trash cans caught her attention. From behind the clutter stepped out a smoky gray cat who padded over to Dylan. "Ooh," Dylan cooed. "Aren't you a pretty kitty?" and began to stroke the cat's long body while it wove in and out of her legs purring up a storm.
Sensing something behind her Dylan moved quickly to her left as a blade dropped barely missing her. Dylan flipped her hair back noticing the purring had been cut awfully short only to see the cat caught under the blade. Blinking she looked to her attacker. Though there were a few scars on his face there was no mistaking him. It was Seamus O'Grady.
But...I saw him die Dylan thought. Dylan looked back up just in time to see Seamus throwing the cat over his shoulder as he ran at her. Her reflexes couldn't act in time and she used her own strength of her arms by holding him back. When he wasn't looking she lifted her feet under his stomach and pushed with all the strength.
Seamus flew back landing on his back. With no trouble he stood up and glared at Dylan who had managed to get up quickly enough. "Are you going to make this hard or easy Helen, because I can handle both." Seamus leered.
"How about both?" Dylan said coldly. "Easy for me, hard for you." Seamus growled lunging for her again not liking her little joke. With one swift kick she knocked the blade from Seamus' hand. which landed not too far behind her. He lowered his head and butted her towards the brick wall. Dylan groaned as she slammed against it. Seamus used this chance to grab the knife which laid inches away.
Dylan moved from the brick wall to attack Seamus but before she could he swung his left arm at her head as hard as he could knocking her to the ground. Slowly she rolled over to her back only to find Seamus standing over her. "I'm going to enjoy watching you finally die Helen..." He lowered himself to his knees using one hand to pin Dylan's arms down on her chest. He raised the blade high ready to stab, "Any last words?"
Summoning all the spit up in her mouth she lunged it into his face. "That's cute Helen. Real cute."
As Seamus wiped the spit from his face Dylan heard footsteps running from somewhere not too far. Seamus must have heard it too because he stopped and listened for a second. By the time Seamus bothered to look up it was too late.
Next thing Dylan remembered seeing was a shoe smashing right into Seamus' face. She squinted up to see who had done it but the light from the lamp post shadowed the face. The mysterious person offered Dylan their hand which she took in gratitude. Once standing up a wave of dizziness took over her causing her to fall against the mysterious person for support. When she could stand clearly again she looked up only to come face-to-face with The Thin Man.
The Thin Man smiled as he watched Dylan's eyes grow wide. "But I saw--" Dylan stopped short as she heard the cock of a gun. Seamus stood a few feet away with a gun aiming at both.
"Enough of the Child's play. Now isn't this cute? Your little mute friend thought he could save you," Seamus' eyes darted back and forth. "The same mute friend who should be dead...." Dylan lunged towards Seamus but The Thin Man kept a strong grip on her arms. "Now Helen...maybe we wouldn't be here if you hadn't opened your big mouth," Seamus slowly walked towards Dylan and The Thin Man keeping the gun aimed at both.
"We had something special..." Seamus walked up right to Dylan's face and placed the gun under her chin. "But you threw it all away...all I ever did was kill someone. You don't even know why I did it..." Seamus moved the gun and kept walking around the two. When he stopped again he aimed the gun less than inches from The Thin Man's temple. "Since he should have died before, how about if I kill him first?"
"Don't you touch him," Dylan growled through clenched teeth. She slowly turned her head locking eyes with Seamus. Out of the corner of her eye she saw The Thin Man calmly looking straight ahead. Seamus lowered the gun from The Thin Man's temple and walked away from the two.
"Okay. I'll make you an offer," Seamus quickly turned around expecting the two to have moved from where they were standing, only to his disappointment they hadn't budged. "I'll let you decide who dies. Helen if you die, your friend can go free...if he dies, you go free," Seamus smirked.
Dylan studied Seamus' face. "What's the catch?"
"No catch, except one of you has to die." Seamus smiled proudly of his little plan. Dylan looked to The Thin Man unsure of what to do. The Thin Man on the other hand knew what he wanted to do. Letting go of his grip on Dylan he went to step forward but Dylan pulled him back.
Astonished he looked to Dylan for an explanation. "I'm not worth killing yourself for. It's really sweet but I'm the one he's after...not you, it's my problem." Dylan struggled out the last few words as her throat tightened. Using his thumb The Thin Man wiped away a tear that had been oblivious to her. Looking up into his eyes she saw that he had made up his mind and wasn't about to change it.
"Any year now," Seamus said rather bored. The Thin Man broke from Dylan's grip and stepped forward. "Aw, Dylan...your new little boyfriend is going to die for you." Seamus raised the gun and slipped his finger in front of the trigger. "Any last words?" Seamus chuckled. "Guess not." and with that Seamus pulled the trigger.
The next thing Dylan remembered was kneeling on the ground lifting The Thin Man on to her lap. She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks now as she searched for any sign of life in his eyes which stared blankly back at her. "I'm sorry..." The Thin Man slowly raised his hand past her face to a few strands of hair. Gripping it slowly he started to tug but his fingers loosened and his arm fell letting it land where it was to land. The Thin Man was finally dead. Slowly she looked up at Seamus who stood there just watching with pleasure. "Would you get out of here? He's dead, you can leave now, you did what you wanted to do."
Seamus let out a laugh. "I knew he'd sacrifice himself first. If he let you die first, who'd he tell? The point is your still alive...and talking so I'm afraid the only real catch was that you'd have to die first for one of you to go home free."
"Why didn't you just kill me? Why did you have to kill him?" Dylan said softly with realization of what he was planning to do.
"Eh" Seamus shrugged and aimed the gun at Dylan. "It just shows how much I really hate you." and with that Seamus pulled the trigger once again.
It was foggy, ground was damp, and there was a chill in the air. Yep, it was your typical alley. Dylan sensed someone near her but kept walking to not let on. Mist rose from the ground as if had just stopped raining but as far as Dylan remembered it hadn't rained at all that day.
Dylan wiped her head to the left as the sound of something by the trash cans caught her attention. From behind the clutter stepped out a smoky gray cat who padded over to Dylan. "Ooh," Dylan cooed. "Aren't you a pretty kitty?" and began to stroke the cat's long body while it wove in and out of her legs purring up a storm.
Sensing something behind her Dylan moved quickly to her left as a blade dropped barely missing her. Dylan flipped her hair back noticing the purring had been cut awfully short only to see the cat caught under the blade. Blinking she looked to her attacker. Though there were a few scars on his face there was no mistaking him. It was Seamus O'Grady.
But...I saw him die Dylan thought. Dylan looked back up just in time to see Seamus throwing the cat over his shoulder as he ran at her. Her reflexes couldn't act in time and she used her own strength of her arms by holding him back. When he wasn't looking she lifted her feet under his stomach and pushed with all the strength.
Seamus flew back landing on his back. With no trouble he stood up and glared at Dylan who had managed to get up quickly enough. "Are you going to make this hard or easy Helen, because I can handle both." Seamus leered.
"How about both?" Dylan said coldly. "Easy for me, hard for you." Seamus growled lunging for her again not liking her little joke. With one swift kick she knocked the blade from Seamus' hand. which landed not too far behind her. He lowered his head and butted her towards the brick wall. Dylan groaned as she slammed against it. Seamus used this chance to grab the knife which laid inches away.
Dylan moved from the brick wall to attack Seamus but before she could he swung his left arm at her head as hard as he could knocking her to the ground. Slowly she rolled over to her back only to find Seamus standing over her. "I'm going to enjoy watching you finally die Helen..." He lowered himself to his knees using one hand to pin Dylan's arms down on her chest. He raised the blade high ready to stab, "Any last words?"
Summoning all the spit up in her mouth she lunged it into his face. "That's cute Helen. Real cute."
As Seamus wiped the spit from his face Dylan heard footsteps running from somewhere not too far. Seamus must have heard it too because he stopped and listened for a second. By the time Seamus bothered to look up it was too late.
Next thing Dylan remembered seeing was a shoe smashing right into Seamus' face. She squinted up to see who had done it but the light from the lamp post shadowed the face. The mysterious person offered Dylan their hand which she took in gratitude. Once standing up a wave of dizziness took over her causing her to fall against the mysterious person for support. When she could stand clearly again she looked up only to come face-to-face with The Thin Man.
The Thin Man smiled as he watched Dylan's eyes grow wide. "But I saw--" Dylan stopped short as she heard the cock of a gun. Seamus stood a few feet away with a gun aiming at both.
"Enough of the Child's play. Now isn't this cute? Your little mute friend thought he could save you," Seamus' eyes darted back and forth. "The same mute friend who should be dead...." Dylan lunged towards Seamus but The Thin Man kept a strong grip on her arms. "Now Helen...maybe we wouldn't be here if you hadn't opened your big mouth," Seamus slowly walked towards Dylan and The Thin Man keeping the gun aimed at both.
"We had something special..." Seamus walked up right to Dylan's face and placed the gun under her chin. "But you threw it all away...all I ever did was kill someone. You don't even know why I did it..." Seamus moved the gun and kept walking around the two. When he stopped again he aimed the gun less than inches from The Thin Man's temple. "Since he should have died before, how about if I kill him first?"
"Don't you touch him," Dylan growled through clenched teeth. She slowly turned her head locking eyes with Seamus. Out of the corner of her eye she saw The Thin Man calmly looking straight ahead. Seamus lowered the gun from The Thin Man's temple and walked away from the two.
"Okay. I'll make you an offer," Seamus quickly turned around expecting the two to have moved from where they were standing, only to his disappointment they hadn't budged. "I'll let you decide who dies. Helen if you die, your friend can go free...if he dies, you go free," Seamus smirked.
Dylan studied Seamus' face. "What's the catch?"
"No catch, except one of you has to die." Seamus smiled proudly of his little plan. Dylan looked to The Thin Man unsure of what to do. The Thin Man on the other hand knew what he wanted to do. Letting go of his grip on Dylan he went to step forward but Dylan pulled him back.
Astonished he looked to Dylan for an explanation. "I'm not worth killing yourself for. It's really sweet but I'm the one he's after...not you, it's my problem." Dylan struggled out the last few words as her throat tightened. Using his thumb The Thin Man wiped away a tear that had been oblivious to her. Looking up into his eyes she saw that he had made up his mind and wasn't about to change it.
"Any year now," Seamus said rather bored. The Thin Man broke from Dylan's grip and stepped forward. "Aw, Dylan...your new little boyfriend is going to die for you." Seamus raised the gun and slipped his finger in front of the trigger. "Any last words?" Seamus chuckled. "Guess not." and with that Seamus pulled the trigger.
The next thing Dylan remembered was kneeling on the ground lifting The Thin Man on to her lap. She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks now as she searched for any sign of life in his eyes which stared blankly back at her. "I'm sorry..." The Thin Man slowly raised his hand past her face to a few strands of hair. Gripping it slowly he started to tug but his fingers loosened and his arm fell letting it land where it was to land. The Thin Man was finally dead. Slowly she looked up at Seamus who stood there just watching with pleasure. "Would you get out of here? He's dead, you can leave now, you did what you wanted to do."
Seamus let out a laugh. "I knew he'd sacrifice himself first. If he let you die first, who'd he tell? The point is your still alive...and talking so I'm afraid the only real catch was that you'd have to die first for one of you to go home free."
"Why didn't you just kill me? Why did you have to kill him?" Dylan said softly with realization of what he was planning to do.
"Eh" Seamus shrugged and aimed the gun at Dylan. "It just shows how much I really hate you." and with that Seamus pulled the trigger once again.
