Hello my many fans. If everyone went looking for CoxRox but couldn't find
any results, it's coz I've changed to Gothic Candle. Sorry for all the
confusion it must have caused. Anyway if anyone wants to chat to me on MSN
Messenger feel free to find me on jazzsargant@hotmail.com. Maybe if we get
real friendly I can let you in on what's gonna happen in the next chapter
or whatever. So finally after my long speech, here's chapter 4. Don't
forget to review!
CHAPTER4
"Are you talking to us?" Chandler yelled out to the guy who had called out to them. "Yeah I mean you now get up and get your ass over here!!" He shouted back giving a tug at Chandler. "And you!" he added grabbing Monica's hair and pulling her up too. "Hey get off my girlfriend or you'll regret it!" Chandler angrily cried out pulling Monica out of his reach. "Shut up you." This guy shouted back hitting Chandler on the side of his head with the end of the gun. Chandler muttered a few curses under his breath as he and Monica were led up the theatre and into the massive queue. Monica felt really bad for Chandler. It was her fault after all that he got hit really hard round the head with the gun. As she turned to look at him to apologize, she was saddening even more by what she saw. "Oh my god Chandler, you're bleeding." Monica squealed touching the cut on the side of his head. "Oh man, you're right." Chandler replied starting to feel immense pain. "Now you stay there and til I tell you to move. If you try to escape I swear you won't live to see tomorrow." The guy snapped pushing them into a small corner.
"You okay?" Chandler asked sweetly pulling Monica into his arms. "I can't believe this is happening. I'm so scared Chandler." Monica explained feeling the tears run over her again. "Me too. God I wish I'd never got those goddamn tickets, then we wouldn't be in all this mess. It's my entire fault." Chandler announced starting to cry with her. "It's not your fault honey, don't ever believe that. This was just some error in time, it's fate. It was meant to happen to us. But you gotta keep thinkin that you're gonna make it, you're gonna survive and escape. I know I'm not a very good example for that, but please do that for me. It'll mean more than anything to me." Monica replied wiping his tears away with the back of her hand.
"God I love you so much." Chandler whispered pulling her into his chest and holding her tight. "Man I'm so glad to have you with me always." "Me too." Monica replied wetting his t-shirt with her own tears.
As the miserable night edged on, the theatre grew to almost pure silence, other than the whispers from the terrorists. According to Chandler's watch the time was almost 1:30am and neither Monica nor Chandler had fallen asleep. The shock of it all had kept their soul wide-awake in the darkness of the theatre.
The room soon became a freezing place to be and already Chandler could feel Monica shivering. "Monica you're freezing. Take my jacket or you'll catch a chill." Chandler said in a low whisper placing his jacket firmly around her. "Thanks." Monica replied quietly as she kissed his soft lips enjoying every second of their lip-lock. Like what was wanted the most, Chandler and Monica snuggled up close and gradually feel asleep.
"Morning Ross. What ya-" Rachel silence as her eyes met Ross. Ross was sitting upright on the couch looking shocked; his eyes were bloodshot and full of tears. In front of him was a cute little picture of Chandler and Monica holding each close on a beach. "Ross what's wrong? Honey tell what's the matter." Rachel cried rushing to his side. "Watch the news." Ross plainly answered as more tears rolled down his face.
'Last night at The Framboise Theatre in Manhattan, a terrorist attack took place. Already 5 people have been shot inside leaving 145 others being held as hostages. It started after an explosion causing the front of the building to be destroyed. Once the attackers made their way in, they took over the theatre. Police are unable to do anything quite yet for fear of losing any more hostages."
There was a depressing silence floating around in the apartment. Rachel now knew what was going on. She knew everything. Before anything could happen, she broke down crying into Ross' welcoming arms. "No.Ross this isn't happening.they're not dead are they?" Rachel whispered in between her sobs. "I don't know Rach. I really have no idea." Ross explained before braking down himself.
"Alright everybody up! Come on we don't have all day people!! Get up!" Was heard from around the theatre. Chandler groaned as he was being forced to open his heavy eyelids so early in the morning. As he started to lift his head from it's drooping position; he noticed how his sweetheart remained deep in her sleep. He hated to wake her, for she looked so sweet, angelic and most of all happy in her peaceful sleep. But Chandler had no choice. "Mon? Wake up honey, its morning." Chandler spoke in a kinda angelic way himself. And at that, her eyes fluttered open and the cute little twinkle in her eye flashed back at him. "Hey." Monica said pulling herself up and staring around. "Morning, Mon." Chandler replied as their hands entwined.
Within a few moments the terrorists were splitting everyone into groups. People were crying and screaming for their loved ones as they got separated. And then a teenaged girl ran from her group to be with her father, but just like that she'd lost her life. A terrorist had the coldness in himself to take her life, leaving the girls' father to suffer. But then Monica thought of her own problems. What if she and her sweetheart Chandler were separated? Who's to say they might ever see each other again?
"Alright, you 5 get over here now and join this group!" commanded a terrorist to Monica and some other people. The panic swept over both Monica and Chandler as if it had hit them. Their worst nightmares were coming true, they'd be separated and may never see each other again. "What about you Chandler?" Monica whispered miserably as she stood up. "I can't come honey I'm sorry." Chandler replied getting up with her. "But-" Monica began as she started to cry. "I know but you've got to go." Chandler explained watching her cry. "Look just do it for me okay? Just go with them for me and I promise you'll be fine." "I can't Chandler. I can't do it." Monica cried as Chandler pulled into a hug. "I know, it's hard. But just promise me you'll go and look after yourself really well and make sure you're fine, can you do that for me?" Chandler asked softly still holding her close. "Uh huh. God I love you so much." Monica replied looking at his sad face. "I love you too Mon." Chandler announced. "Alright enough mushy stuff. Now you get over here and get on with it!" the terrorist shouted pulling Monica by the arm viciously over to his group. "Look after yourself Mon." Chandler ordered sweetly as he watched his crying Monica being dragged off to somewhere.
So that's chapter 4. What do you all make of it? I'd love you all to review and tell me what you want to happen next. Please tell me what you want coz I want you to enjoy this. So let me know what you want to happen. Chapter5 soon will be up. C ya around.
CHAPTER4
"Are you talking to us?" Chandler yelled out to the guy who had called out to them. "Yeah I mean you now get up and get your ass over here!!" He shouted back giving a tug at Chandler. "And you!" he added grabbing Monica's hair and pulling her up too. "Hey get off my girlfriend or you'll regret it!" Chandler angrily cried out pulling Monica out of his reach. "Shut up you." This guy shouted back hitting Chandler on the side of his head with the end of the gun. Chandler muttered a few curses under his breath as he and Monica were led up the theatre and into the massive queue. Monica felt really bad for Chandler. It was her fault after all that he got hit really hard round the head with the gun. As she turned to look at him to apologize, she was saddening even more by what she saw. "Oh my god Chandler, you're bleeding." Monica squealed touching the cut on the side of his head. "Oh man, you're right." Chandler replied starting to feel immense pain. "Now you stay there and til I tell you to move. If you try to escape I swear you won't live to see tomorrow." The guy snapped pushing them into a small corner.
"You okay?" Chandler asked sweetly pulling Monica into his arms. "I can't believe this is happening. I'm so scared Chandler." Monica explained feeling the tears run over her again. "Me too. God I wish I'd never got those goddamn tickets, then we wouldn't be in all this mess. It's my entire fault." Chandler announced starting to cry with her. "It's not your fault honey, don't ever believe that. This was just some error in time, it's fate. It was meant to happen to us. But you gotta keep thinkin that you're gonna make it, you're gonna survive and escape. I know I'm not a very good example for that, but please do that for me. It'll mean more than anything to me." Monica replied wiping his tears away with the back of her hand.
"God I love you so much." Chandler whispered pulling her into his chest and holding her tight. "Man I'm so glad to have you with me always." "Me too." Monica replied wetting his t-shirt with her own tears.
As the miserable night edged on, the theatre grew to almost pure silence, other than the whispers from the terrorists. According to Chandler's watch the time was almost 1:30am and neither Monica nor Chandler had fallen asleep. The shock of it all had kept their soul wide-awake in the darkness of the theatre.
The room soon became a freezing place to be and already Chandler could feel Monica shivering. "Monica you're freezing. Take my jacket or you'll catch a chill." Chandler said in a low whisper placing his jacket firmly around her. "Thanks." Monica replied quietly as she kissed his soft lips enjoying every second of their lip-lock. Like what was wanted the most, Chandler and Monica snuggled up close and gradually feel asleep.
"Morning Ross. What ya-" Rachel silence as her eyes met Ross. Ross was sitting upright on the couch looking shocked; his eyes were bloodshot and full of tears. In front of him was a cute little picture of Chandler and Monica holding each close on a beach. "Ross what's wrong? Honey tell what's the matter." Rachel cried rushing to his side. "Watch the news." Ross plainly answered as more tears rolled down his face.
'Last night at The Framboise Theatre in Manhattan, a terrorist attack took place. Already 5 people have been shot inside leaving 145 others being held as hostages. It started after an explosion causing the front of the building to be destroyed. Once the attackers made their way in, they took over the theatre. Police are unable to do anything quite yet for fear of losing any more hostages."
There was a depressing silence floating around in the apartment. Rachel now knew what was going on. She knew everything. Before anything could happen, she broke down crying into Ross' welcoming arms. "No.Ross this isn't happening.they're not dead are they?" Rachel whispered in between her sobs. "I don't know Rach. I really have no idea." Ross explained before braking down himself.
"Alright everybody up! Come on we don't have all day people!! Get up!" Was heard from around the theatre. Chandler groaned as he was being forced to open his heavy eyelids so early in the morning. As he started to lift his head from it's drooping position; he noticed how his sweetheart remained deep in her sleep. He hated to wake her, for she looked so sweet, angelic and most of all happy in her peaceful sleep. But Chandler had no choice. "Mon? Wake up honey, its morning." Chandler spoke in a kinda angelic way himself. And at that, her eyes fluttered open and the cute little twinkle in her eye flashed back at him. "Hey." Monica said pulling herself up and staring around. "Morning, Mon." Chandler replied as their hands entwined.
Within a few moments the terrorists were splitting everyone into groups. People were crying and screaming for their loved ones as they got separated. And then a teenaged girl ran from her group to be with her father, but just like that she'd lost her life. A terrorist had the coldness in himself to take her life, leaving the girls' father to suffer. But then Monica thought of her own problems. What if she and her sweetheart Chandler were separated? Who's to say they might ever see each other again?
"Alright, you 5 get over here now and join this group!" commanded a terrorist to Monica and some other people. The panic swept over both Monica and Chandler as if it had hit them. Their worst nightmares were coming true, they'd be separated and may never see each other again. "What about you Chandler?" Monica whispered miserably as she stood up. "I can't come honey I'm sorry." Chandler replied getting up with her. "But-" Monica began as she started to cry. "I know but you've got to go." Chandler explained watching her cry. "Look just do it for me okay? Just go with them for me and I promise you'll be fine." "I can't Chandler. I can't do it." Monica cried as Chandler pulled into a hug. "I know, it's hard. But just promise me you'll go and look after yourself really well and make sure you're fine, can you do that for me?" Chandler asked softly still holding her close. "Uh huh. God I love you so much." Monica replied looking at his sad face. "I love you too Mon." Chandler announced. "Alright enough mushy stuff. Now you get over here and get on with it!" the terrorist shouted pulling Monica by the arm viciously over to his group. "Look after yourself Mon." Chandler ordered sweetly as he watched his crying Monica being dragged off to somewhere.
So that's chapter 4. What do you all make of it? I'd love you all to review and tell me what you want to happen next. Please tell me what you want coz I want you to enjoy this. So let me know what you want to happen. Chapter5 soon will be up. C ya around.
