Chapter3
"See ya later Joey." Chandler shouted stepping out into the corridor.
Just as he went to head for the stairs, Chandler noticed something. On the corridor floor was Monica's coat and her keys. Puzzled, Chandler bent down to pick them up. "What?" Chandler thought to himself. "She can't have just dropped them." Awful thoughts ran into his mind; Chandler ended up calling Ross down at the coffeehouse. "Hello Ross speaking." Ross introduced. "Hi it's Chandler." Chandler replied. "What's up?" Ross asked cheerfully. "Have you seen Monica?" Chandler worriedly questioned. "No, it's just Rach and Pheebs with me. Why?" "I erm. look don't worry about it. I'll see you later." With that he hung up fast. The last thing Chandler wanted was for Ross to be in a bad situation, worrying about Monica. But this put Chandler in a bad situation instead. He had always loved Monica's company and many times Chandler had almost asked her out. This whole disappearance thing was killing him literally. Before he could think about it, Chandler rushed out to the streets and spent the day looking for Monica.
Suddenly there was a bright light. As Monica's eyes came to focus she stared around at her surroundings. She was on a leather sofa in a room lit by a fireplace. The place kind of reminded her of Central Perk with the sofa, the paintings on the wall and of course, the cosy coffee smell, which ran through the air. Trying to sit up, Monica felt pain in her stomach. The drugs had left an irritating ache with her. The pain had made it hard to move like a snake tightening its grip. Within that moment the great, oak door flew open. A tall and well-dressed guy stood before Monica. "Monica Geller is it?" he asked staying close to the door. Monica nodded not making any eye contact. She was pretty furious at what had happened to her and knew that this guy was involved. "Michael Fitzgerald is the name." "What's going on?" Monica requested now showing her fury. "If I told you that, I'm afraid I'd have to kill you." He replied. "Just tell me what's-" As Monica's anger had hit the top level, she'd tried to stand up. But because of the drugs the pain shot through her like a bullet and she collapsed onto the floor. "Are you okay Miss Geller?" Michael questioned helping her back onto the couch. "I'm afraid the drugs may still affect you for some while." "I got your god damn drugs now what is going on?!" Monica shouted pushing herself away from Michael. "I'm not at liberty to give that out, Miss Geller. Now would you sit down?" Michael asked trying to keep his temper down. "Just please tell me why I'm here. I really need to know. My friends and family will soon become worried and I'll miss them too. Just explain to me what's happened." Monica begged feeling depressed as she thought of home. Michael stared hard at Monica and sighed. He saw how desperate she was to know what was going on, but he had no permission to give any information out. "Michael?" Called out a well-known face from the doorway. Staring up Monica saw the familiar face in the doorway. "Emily Waltham?!" Monica called out with confusion. "Hey Monica. Seems you too have come here to join us." Emily announced with a snarl. Monica watched as Michael whispered something into Emily's ear. This caused her to giggle as Michael handed her something. Unable to see the object, Monica started to freak out. "Have you been missing someone lately Monica? Someone very close to you who has tragically died?" Emily began starting to raise her voice. "You killed Richard didn't you?! You killed him!" Monica shouted trying her hardest to hold herself up. "No there's more to it than that Monica. Richard wanted to kill you. He wanted to get rid of you." Emily replied nastily. "You liar!" With that Monica ran forward at Emily and punched her. Quite calmly Michael just watched as the two women tore each other apart. Finally Emily got hold of Monica and thwacked her against the wall. Emily then reached far into her pocket and brought out Monica's worst nightmare. A gun. "If you ever try to hit me again or hurt me in any way, I swear I will kill you in the worst way ever." "I'd love to see you try." In Emily's anger she put the gun to Monica's head. Feeling the cold steel press against her forehead, Monica knew that was it; she'd gone to far. Emily placed her fingers over the trigger and..
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"See ya later Joey." Chandler shouted stepping out into the corridor.
Just as he went to head for the stairs, Chandler noticed something. On the corridor floor was Monica's coat and her keys. Puzzled, Chandler bent down to pick them up. "What?" Chandler thought to himself. "She can't have just dropped them." Awful thoughts ran into his mind; Chandler ended up calling Ross down at the coffeehouse. "Hello Ross speaking." Ross introduced. "Hi it's Chandler." Chandler replied. "What's up?" Ross asked cheerfully. "Have you seen Monica?" Chandler worriedly questioned. "No, it's just Rach and Pheebs with me. Why?" "I erm. look don't worry about it. I'll see you later." With that he hung up fast. The last thing Chandler wanted was for Ross to be in a bad situation, worrying about Monica. But this put Chandler in a bad situation instead. He had always loved Monica's company and many times Chandler had almost asked her out. This whole disappearance thing was killing him literally. Before he could think about it, Chandler rushed out to the streets and spent the day looking for Monica.
Suddenly there was a bright light. As Monica's eyes came to focus she stared around at her surroundings. She was on a leather sofa in a room lit by a fireplace. The place kind of reminded her of Central Perk with the sofa, the paintings on the wall and of course, the cosy coffee smell, which ran through the air. Trying to sit up, Monica felt pain in her stomach. The drugs had left an irritating ache with her. The pain had made it hard to move like a snake tightening its grip. Within that moment the great, oak door flew open. A tall and well-dressed guy stood before Monica. "Monica Geller is it?" he asked staying close to the door. Monica nodded not making any eye contact. She was pretty furious at what had happened to her and knew that this guy was involved. "Michael Fitzgerald is the name." "What's going on?" Monica requested now showing her fury. "If I told you that, I'm afraid I'd have to kill you." He replied. "Just tell me what's-" As Monica's anger had hit the top level, she'd tried to stand up. But because of the drugs the pain shot through her like a bullet and she collapsed onto the floor. "Are you okay Miss Geller?" Michael questioned helping her back onto the couch. "I'm afraid the drugs may still affect you for some while." "I got your god damn drugs now what is going on?!" Monica shouted pushing herself away from Michael. "I'm not at liberty to give that out, Miss Geller. Now would you sit down?" Michael asked trying to keep his temper down. "Just please tell me why I'm here. I really need to know. My friends and family will soon become worried and I'll miss them too. Just explain to me what's happened." Monica begged feeling depressed as she thought of home. Michael stared hard at Monica and sighed. He saw how desperate she was to know what was going on, but he had no permission to give any information out. "Michael?" Called out a well-known face from the doorway. Staring up Monica saw the familiar face in the doorway. "Emily Waltham?!" Monica called out with confusion. "Hey Monica. Seems you too have come here to join us." Emily announced with a snarl. Monica watched as Michael whispered something into Emily's ear. This caused her to giggle as Michael handed her something. Unable to see the object, Monica started to freak out. "Have you been missing someone lately Monica? Someone very close to you who has tragically died?" Emily began starting to raise her voice. "You killed Richard didn't you?! You killed him!" Monica shouted trying her hardest to hold herself up. "No there's more to it than that Monica. Richard wanted to kill you. He wanted to get rid of you." Emily replied nastily. "You liar!" With that Monica ran forward at Emily and punched her. Quite calmly Michael just watched as the two women tore each other apart. Finally Emily got hold of Monica and thwacked her against the wall. Emily then reached far into her pocket and brought out Monica's worst nightmare. A gun. "If you ever try to hit me again or hurt me in any way, I swear I will kill you in the worst way ever." "I'd love to see you try." In Emily's anger she put the gun to Monica's head. Feeling the cold steel press against her forehead, Monica knew that was it; she'd gone to far. Emily placed her fingers over the trigger and..
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. Remember I will begin soon on chapter 4 so stay with me. See ya!