Roger could feel a headache coming on. He couldn't take it any longer, what was going on out there?!?!? Daustan put his hand on Roger's shoulder, and was surprised to feel him jump.
"It's going to be ok, Roger. Just be patient, I'm sure your friend will be all right."
Roger shook his head.
"I can't stand by and watch this happen. You stay here, I'll be right back."
"No Roger, you'll only push Neilson to get violent! Be smart and stay here."
Roger became irritated and yelled at his friend.
"DAUSTAN, I LOVE HER, AND I'M NOT GOING TO STAND ON THE SIDELINES SO I CAN WATCH HER GO DOWN!"
The police officer's mouth fell open.
"Roger, I..."
"Save it Dan, right now, I've got to stop Neilson from hurting Dorothy. And if I should die protecting her, than at least I'm dying for someone who's worth it!"
........Dorothy began to worry as Neilson's tears flew down his cheeks like silent waterfalls. There had been a few moments of uneasy silence, and then he lifted the gun to her face.
"It's judgment day Dorothy. Listen to everything I tell you, and make sure you listen ::VERY:: carefully."
She nodded.
"Ok then. I want you to stand on the railing."
Dorothy looked over the edge, and for the first time since she'd lived there, she noticed how high that damned balcony really was. Dorothy's palms began to sweat, but she did as she was told. Neilson then carefully stood on the railing next to her.
A woman in pink stepped from the shadows.
"Don't slip Bart, it's a long way down to hell."
He gasped.
"Angel? What are you doing here?"
Neilson took the second gun away from the girl next to him and pointed it at angel while the first rested on Dorothy's forehead.
"You'd better disappear fast Angel, or I'll kill you both! Hurry up, I'm losing my temper!"
"Pipe down Bart. Rosewater sent me to make sure this goes smoothly."
"There's been a change in plans. I'm in it for myself now, tell Rosewater he can go to hell!"
"Don't be an idiot! Just do what you have to do and get it over with. I have a job, too. Don't forget our deal."
He snorted.
"Deal? I don't know what you're talking about."
"DAMMIT NEILSON YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN! Let me refresh your memory, you piece of shit on my shoe! You're supposed to get rid of the android and hand yourself over in exchange for the protection of Wayneright's research. Now do what you've gotta do and stop bitching about it!"
"Since when do you stick to your 'deals' anyway, Angel? I've decided I'd rather have my salvation than the preservation of Wayneright's memories. God is more important to me."
Roger walked slowly on to the balcony. After seeing Angel standing there, his suspicions were validated, and it made him angry.
"So," he said, getting everybody's attention. "Rosewater cut a deal with the two of you. You were going to make sure all these memories were six feet under, huh?"
"Stay out of this Roger!" Angel said. "It doesn't concern you!"
"It concerns me until Dorothy gets off the railing safely and you're out of my life for good."
Angel felt suddenly hurt. She and Roger had never come out and said it, but she thought there was a spark between them.
"Roger," she said. "You can't mean that!"
He said nothing.
A shot rang out and suddenly Roger's mind was going every which way. His first instinct was to grab Dorothy before she fell off of the railing, but then he realized it wasn't Dorothy that Neilson had shot.
Angel's pink body suit was turning red from the blood spilling out of her wound. She fell with a thud, and Roger ran to her side.
She brushed her hand on his face.
"May God spare you and yours, Roger Smith." she breathed quietly, as she died with a sigh.
Roger placed Angel down gently, and then turned to the railing. Dorothy stood there, tears streaming down her face, a gun to her head. Neilson gave the other gun to Dorothy.
"Just tell the police," he said. "That it was you or me."
"Bart, I can't! I can't do this! Please don't ask me to do this! I crave to see the face of our God as much as you do, but not like this. What is one more life going to change? Enough blood has been spilled." she said, the tears overwhelming her to the point that she was shaking and sobbing.
"I have been haunted by her face since the day I granted her last wish. I've sat in prison, hearing nothing but her beautiful singing voice, that sweet melody on the piano. And if I could do it all over again, I would have let her leave me if only she could've died at someone else's hands."
He had to take a second to catch his breath.
"God won't forgive either of us until this is done. You have altered yourself by taking another's blood, and I took a life that wasn't mine to take. This is it, make your choice."
Neilson raised the gun. Roger gasped.
"DOROTHY, NO!"
Dorothy raised the gun in her hand and closed her eyes. She pulled the trigger as fast as she could.
The military police ran out onto the balcony as Neilson's body crashed into Dorothy's arms. She was knocked off balance, and Roger had to catch her to stop them both from falling.
Daustan stood over Angel's body, shaking his head. Roger pulled Dorothy and Neilson onto the balcony and she held him close.
"I'm so sorry Bart! Oh God, I'm so sorry!"
Roger walked next to Daustan, knowing that Dorothy needed time alone with Bart.
"Angel." he whispered.
Daustan put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I'm sorry Roger."
Roger shook his head.
"She isn't the one I'm in love with."
They turned to see Dorothy cradling Neilson's body in her arms. She cried softly, letting her tears fall onto his chest. He used all of his strength to talk to her.
"Good girl!" he said softly. "You did the right thing Dorothy. Remember, it was you or me! Now we can both see the face of our unnamed God someday."
"Yes Bart, we will. I know it, we'll meet again someday."
Bart chuckled.
"We will Dorothy, but right now, your heart belongs to another, and I...I..."
Neilson struggled to breathe, and he knew he had to get these last few words across to her.
"I...I love you Dorothy. Always have, always will."
And with a last deep breath, Bartholomew Neilson died in the arms of the woman he had finished creating not two weeks prior.
The police took his body away from her, and she let him go with faith of a new life ahead. When they were preparing to take Angel's body, realizing there was no crime scene since the murderer was dead, Roger let a tear slip in spite of him.
"Sleep well, fallen Angel. I'll miss you." he whispered as she was carried away.
Dorothy sat alone on the cold, stone balcony, rocking back and forth, praying for truth. Roger held her and they cried together, alone in the cold.
"I love you, Dorothy Wayneright."
Dorothy's sobs grew more intense, and she put her arms around his neck, both letting their emotions pour from their souls.
"And I love you, Roger Smith."
A ray of sunshine fell upon them. God sent down from Heaven a strong love, something into which angels longed to look. And He smiled upon them forever in peace and salvation.
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"It's going to be ok, Roger. Just be patient, I'm sure your friend will be all right."
Roger shook his head.
"I can't stand by and watch this happen. You stay here, I'll be right back."
"No Roger, you'll only push Neilson to get violent! Be smart and stay here."
Roger became irritated and yelled at his friend.
"DAUSTAN, I LOVE HER, AND I'M NOT GOING TO STAND ON THE SIDELINES SO I CAN WATCH HER GO DOWN!"
The police officer's mouth fell open.
"Roger, I..."
"Save it Dan, right now, I've got to stop Neilson from hurting Dorothy. And if I should die protecting her, than at least I'm dying for someone who's worth it!"
........Dorothy began to worry as Neilson's tears flew down his cheeks like silent waterfalls. There had been a few moments of uneasy silence, and then he lifted the gun to her face.
"It's judgment day Dorothy. Listen to everything I tell you, and make sure you listen ::VERY:: carefully."
She nodded.
"Ok then. I want you to stand on the railing."
Dorothy looked over the edge, and for the first time since she'd lived there, she noticed how high that damned balcony really was. Dorothy's palms began to sweat, but she did as she was told. Neilson then carefully stood on the railing next to her.
A woman in pink stepped from the shadows.
"Don't slip Bart, it's a long way down to hell."
He gasped.
"Angel? What are you doing here?"
Neilson took the second gun away from the girl next to him and pointed it at angel while the first rested on Dorothy's forehead.
"You'd better disappear fast Angel, or I'll kill you both! Hurry up, I'm losing my temper!"
"Pipe down Bart. Rosewater sent me to make sure this goes smoothly."
"There's been a change in plans. I'm in it for myself now, tell Rosewater he can go to hell!"
"Don't be an idiot! Just do what you have to do and get it over with. I have a job, too. Don't forget our deal."
He snorted.
"Deal? I don't know what you're talking about."
"DAMMIT NEILSON YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN! Let me refresh your memory, you piece of shit on my shoe! You're supposed to get rid of the android and hand yourself over in exchange for the protection of Wayneright's research. Now do what you've gotta do and stop bitching about it!"
"Since when do you stick to your 'deals' anyway, Angel? I've decided I'd rather have my salvation than the preservation of Wayneright's memories. God is more important to me."
Roger walked slowly on to the balcony. After seeing Angel standing there, his suspicions were validated, and it made him angry.
"So," he said, getting everybody's attention. "Rosewater cut a deal with the two of you. You were going to make sure all these memories were six feet under, huh?"
"Stay out of this Roger!" Angel said. "It doesn't concern you!"
"It concerns me until Dorothy gets off the railing safely and you're out of my life for good."
Angel felt suddenly hurt. She and Roger had never come out and said it, but she thought there was a spark between them.
"Roger," she said. "You can't mean that!"
He said nothing.
A shot rang out and suddenly Roger's mind was going every which way. His first instinct was to grab Dorothy before she fell off of the railing, but then he realized it wasn't Dorothy that Neilson had shot.
Angel's pink body suit was turning red from the blood spilling out of her wound. She fell with a thud, and Roger ran to her side.
She brushed her hand on his face.
"May God spare you and yours, Roger Smith." she breathed quietly, as she died with a sigh.
Roger placed Angel down gently, and then turned to the railing. Dorothy stood there, tears streaming down her face, a gun to her head. Neilson gave the other gun to Dorothy.
"Just tell the police," he said. "That it was you or me."
"Bart, I can't! I can't do this! Please don't ask me to do this! I crave to see the face of our God as much as you do, but not like this. What is one more life going to change? Enough blood has been spilled." she said, the tears overwhelming her to the point that she was shaking and sobbing.
"I have been haunted by her face since the day I granted her last wish. I've sat in prison, hearing nothing but her beautiful singing voice, that sweet melody on the piano. And if I could do it all over again, I would have let her leave me if only she could've died at someone else's hands."
He had to take a second to catch his breath.
"God won't forgive either of us until this is done. You have altered yourself by taking another's blood, and I took a life that wasn't mine to take. This is it, make your choice."
Neilson raised the gun. Roger gasped.
"DOROTHY, NO!"
Dorothy raised the gun in her hand and closed her eyes. She pulled the trigger as fast as she could.
The military police ran out onto the balcony as Neilson's body crashed into Dorothy's arms. She was knocked off balance, and Roger had to catch her to stop them both from falling.
Daustan stood over Angel's body, shaking his head. Roger pulled Dorothy and Neilson onto the balcony and she held him close.
"I'm so sorry Bart! Oh God, I'm so sorry!"
Roger walked next to Daustan, knowing that Dorothy needed time alone with Bart.
"Angel." he whispered.
Daustan put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I'm sorry Roger."
Roger shook his head.
"She isn't the one I'm in love with."
They turned to see Dorothy cradling Neilson's body in her arms. She cried softly, letting her tears fall onto his chest. He used all of his strength to talk to her.
"Good girl!" he said softly. "You did the right thing Dorothy. Remember, it was you or me! Now we can both see the face of our unnamed God someday."
"Yes Bart, we will. I know it, we'll meet again someday."
Bart chuckled.
"We will Dorothy, but right now, your heart belongs to another, and I...I..."
Neilson struggled to breathe, and he knew he had to get these last few words across to her.
"I...I love you Dorothy. Always have, always will."
And with a last deep breath, Bartholomew Neilson died in the arms of the woman he had finished creating not two weeks prior.
The police took his body away from her, and she let him go with faith of a new life ahead. When they were preparing to take Angel's body, realizing there was no crime scene since the murderer was dead, Roger let a tear slip in spite of him.
"Sleep well, fallen Angel. I'll miss you." he whispered as she was carried away.
Dorothy sat alone on the cold, stone balcony, rocking back and forth, praying for truth. Roger held her and they cried together, alone in the cold.
"I love you, Dorothy Wayneright."
Dorothy's sobs grew more intense, and she put her arms around his neck, both letting their emotions pour from their souls.
"And I love you, Roger Smith."
A ray of sunshine fell upon them. God sent down from Heaven a strong love, something into which angels longed to look. And He smiled upon them forever in peace and salvation.
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HA! I'M DONE! What do you think? E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com to let me know and leave lots of reviews. I'll be writing some final author's notes to answer your questions, so if you have any more of them, be sure to review or e-mail within the next few days. Let me know if I should write another. Thanks for reading!
~*Tori*~