Woot!! I am officially done with my mandatory educational career ::wipes
forehead:: it wasn't a piece of cake...Oooh cake!!
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"He's in your apartment!?" Chandler screamed, worriedly.
"Yeah," Joey nodded quickly.
"Well, why, wha- what's he, why?" Chandler stuttered.
"I don't know but there isn't time for that, he kind of just came in, and he- he was there to see you, and he said he was going to- to kill you... then he started looking everywhere for you and saw the picture of Monica that we have from that time we went to the Yankees game, and he said that he wanted to kill her too, so you guys got to get out of here NOW!" Joey said, very quickly.
It was Monica's turn to talk, "I don't underst-"
She was cut off by Chandler grabbing her arm, and motioning to her with a silencing finger. Monica was scared for her life, but what was worse, she had no idea what was going on around her, and it all occurred too quickly.
There was a loud, incessant banging on the door, and when no one attended to its calling, the person behind it started pounding holes through it, with what can only be described as an ax.
Without hesitation, Chandler grabbed Monica's hand, and motioned for Joey to follow. Silently, the three went out to the balcony and began making their way down the fire escape. They assumed that Charles had already gotten into the apartment, and that he would soon realize where they had disappeared to. After much climbing and descending, they came to a stop, realizing the ladder didn't go down any farther.
"Damn it!" Chandler muttered to himself.
"What is it?" Monica whispered, the first words she was able to manage in quite a while.
"It won't go anymore." Joey answered.
"Ok, I'll jump first," Chandler stated.
"Chandler, no, you're going to get hurt!" Monica said stubbornly.
"I'd rather be killed by the cement than by my own flesh and blood," he quipped back.
With that being said he positioned himself on the railing and carefully jumped off. It wasn't that high, maybe twenty feet, but it seemed pretty high from where they were standing. Chandler still brutally scraped his knee.
"Monica, you're next," Joey said to her, "You can't hesitate, I think I hear Charles coming.
Monica was too scared and wouldn't budge.
"You'll be fine, I'm going to catch you don't worry." Chandler encouraged.
Monica knew she had to be brave and do this for them, "Okay." She copied the method Chandler used to jump and let gravity do the rest. Before she knew it she felt herself falling, although without grace, into Chandler's arms. Quickly he dropped her down, and waited for Joey.
"Monica, hail a cab," he ordered her quickly, looking up and noticing Charles trying to maneuver down the stairs.
"Joey hurry up, I see him," Chandler said.
Silently, and with more courage than the other two had shown, Joey jumped, landing perfectly in a squatting position. The others had no time to commend him, for the cab had just arrived and Charles had spotted them.
Getting into the taxi, they quickly told the man in front of them to simply drive. He was a bit confused, but agreed when Chandler waved a twenty in his face. They sped off, not looking back in fear of what would be seen.
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Charles landed on the ground, and stood up slowly. A man his age shouldn't be jumping like that, but he was in fairly good shape. He wiped some dirt off his knees and saw his victims' cab driving off into the distance, until it was drowned out by all the traffic and buzz that New York City held within it.
Picking up his cell phone, he called the number of his friend Paul, the cab driver, "Did you pick them up," Charles asked, hoping that his frantic call from the apartment was quick enough for his buddy to be the driver for the three he was in search of.
"Sure did, I have 'em right here," he answered, and when his passengers were getting a little too curious, he patted his pocket, making them believe that what was inside it was what he was referring too.
"Good," Charles answered, an evil smile spreading across his face.
"Where should I take the 'rare coins'?" Paul asked.
"Wherever they want, just make sure you tell me where you end up."
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Unfortunately for Paul, Chandler had heard that 'rare coin' expression many a time in the past, and was not fooled. He decided to be misleading, and asked him to drop them off at the motel a few blocks away. They stepped out, Joey and Monica both assuming they would really be staying here, and made their way into the main office. Chandler watched Paul pick up his cell phone, and speed off.
"Chandler, do you want me to pay or what?" Joey asked, getting out his wallet.
"No, we're not staying here," Chandler said quickly, and took Monica's hand to walk out of the building. He'd become quite protective of Monica lately, putting his arm around her in the cab, holding her hand anytime he could. She didn't seem to mind; little did he know she wanted it more than anything.
"We're not?" Joey asked, curiously.
"No," Chandler replied, stepping onto the city bus that had luckily stopped by at the time they needed it, "Our driver was one of Charles' accomplices, remember he said 'rare coins' that's us, he was talking about us, I know it. So now, he thinks we're staying there, but we're really not." Chandler finished, sitting down and taking a deep breath.
"So are we going to the place that we usually go?" Joey asked, assuming his friend would understand.
"Yep," Chandler answered.
"Where?" Monica asked curiously, "You mean, this happens a lot?"
"Well, we never usually know that Charles is trying to get us, all the other times we were warned that he was coming, this time we know so we have to hide. We're going to a place in New Jersey; it's where Joey and I always go in case he's out to get us. I'm so sorry that you've been brought into this," Chandler said genuinely, rubbing her arm, "But I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
"Okay well then I have to call Rachel, or my mom or someth-"
"No, you can't, no one can know where we are," Joey said.
"I won't tell them I'll just explain that I'm okay and I'll be back-"
"Mon, you can't," Chandler said softly, "I know you don't understand what's going on but you have no idea how dangerous this situation is, you cannot call anyone."
"Well then explain to me how dangerous this situation is," she begged, craving knowledge.
"No, it's best if you don't know, at least not until you have to," Chandler answered, motioning them to get off the bus in front of the Port Authority, in hopes of catching the next transit to Camden, New Jersey.
"Well, what happens when I have to know, and I don't!" She challenged, quickening her pace as Chandler began to walk faster.
He suddenly stopped, and faced her, "Did you ever read the book 'Number the Stars'?"
"I think so, why?" She asked, wondering what this was about.
"The girl, she, she was able to survive the threats of the Nazis, she was able to save her entire family, do you know why?" Chandler asked.
"No."
"Because she didn't know. She had absolutely no idea that she was carrying in that basket, the most important item for her family's survival. Don't you get it, Monica? If she had known what she was carrying, she would have been killed. Ignorance can be helpful sometimes you know, especially in situations like this."
They continued walking, up the escalator, down to the ticket machine, and to the gate. They stood there for what seemed like forever, when eventually the bus arrived. They boarded their escape route, and immediately went to the back of the coach bus. Chandler sat in the corner, Monica next to him, then Joey. The bus began to fill and suddenly Monica found herself suspicious of all around her. She began to shiver, getting the chills, partially because of her fears, but also because it was cold and they were without jackets.
Chandler unconsciously wrapped his arm around her yet again, and held her close to him.
He whispered in her ear, "Mon, I know you're cold and scared, I am too, but I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay? We're all going to be fine, you just wait and see," he promised her, "And you'll be warm soon, the heat will come on, and when we get to Jersey we're all going to get ourselves jackets, we have to change clothes anyway in case they recognize us. But don't worry about that now, I'm here, I'm going to take care of you and nothing is going to harm you," he took a deep breath, "Nothing, I promise."
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Hmm... that may well be the longest chapter yet... who knows? So review, I hate it how some people review one chapter, tell me it's the greatest story ever, and then never review again... I mean, what's that about?
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"He's in your apartment!?" Chandler screamed, worriedly.
"Yeah," Joey nodded quickly.
"Well, why, wha- what's he, why?" Chandler stuttered.
"I don't know but there isn't time for that, he kind of just came in, and he- he was there to see you, and he said he was going to- to kill you... then he started looking everywhere for you and saw the picture of Monica that we have from that time we went to the Yankees game, and he said that he wanted to kill her too, so you guys got to get out of here NOW!" Joey said, very quickly.
It was Monica's turn to talk, "I don't underst-"
She was cut off by Chandler grabbing her arm, and motioning to her with a silencing finger. Monica was scared for her life, but what was worse, she had no idea what was going on around her, and it all occurred too quickly.
There was a loud, incessant banging on the door, and when no one attended to its calling, the person behind it started pounding holes through it, with what can only be described as an ax.
Without hesitation, Chandler grabbed Monica's hand, and motioned for Joey to follow. Silently, the three went out to the balcony and began making their way down the fire escape. They assumed that Charles had already gotten into the apartment, and that he would soon realize where they had disappeared to. After much climbing and descending, they came to a stop, realizing the ladder didn't go down any farther.
"Damn it!" Chandler muttered to himself.
"What is it?" Monica whispered, the first words she was able to manage in quite a while.
"It won't go anymore." Joey answered.
"Ok, I'll jump first," Chandler stated.
"Chandler, no, you're going to get hurt!" Monica said stubbornly.
"I'd rather be killed by the cement than by my own flesh and blood," he quipped back.
With that being said he positioned himself on the railing and carefully jumped off. It wasn't that high, maybe twenty feet, but it seemed pretty high from where they were standing. Chandler still brutally scraped his knee.
"Monica, you're next," Joey said to her, "You can't hesitate, I think I hear Charles coming.
Monica was too scared and wouldn't budge.
"You'll be fine, I'm going to catch you don't worry." Chandler encouraged.
Monica knew she had to be brave and do this for them, "Okay." She copied the method Chandler used to jump and let gravity do the rest. Before she knew it she felt herself falling, although without grace, into Chandler's arms. Quickly he dropped her down, and waited for Joey.
"Monica, hail a cab," he ordered her quickly, looking up and noticing Charles trying to maneuver down the stairs.
"Joey hurry up, I see him," Chandler said.
Silently, and with more courage than the other two had shown, Joey jumped, landing perfectly in a squatting position. The others had no time to commend him, for the cab had just arrived and Charles had spotted them.
Getting into the taxi, they quickly told the man in front of them to simply drive. He was a bit confused, but agreed when Chandler waved a twenty in his face. They sped off, not looking back in fear of what would be seen.
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Charles landed on the ground, and stood up slowly. A man his age shouldn't be jumping like that, but he was in fairly good shape. He wiped some dirt off his knees and saw his victims' cab driving off into the distance, until it was drowned out by all the traffic and buzz that New York City held within it.
Picking up his cell phone, he called the number of his friend Paul, the cab driver, "Did you pick them up," Charles asked, hoping that his frantic call from the apartment was quick enough for his buddy to be the driver for the three he was in search of.
"Sure did, I have 'em right here," he answered, and when his passengers were getting a little too curious, he patted his pocket, making them believe that what was inside it was what he was referring too.
"Good," Charles answered, an evil smile spreading across his face.
"Where should I take the 'rare coins'?" Paul asked.
"Wherever they want, just make sure you tell me where you end up."
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Unfortunately for Paul, Chandler had heard that 'rare coin' expression many a time in the past, and was not fooled. He decided to be misleading, and asked him to drop them off at the motel a few blocks away. They stepped out, Joey and Monica both assuming they would really be staying here, and made their way into the main office. Chandler watched Paul pick up his cell phone, and speed off.
"Chandler, do you want me to pay or what?" Joey asked, getting out his wallet.
"No, we're not staying here," Chandler said quickly, and took Monica's hand to walk out of the building. He'd become quite protective of Monica lately, putting his arm around her in the cab, holding her hand anytime he could. She didn't seem to mind; little did he know she wanted it more than anything.
"We're not?" Joey asked, curiously.
"No," Chandler replied, stepping onto the city bus that had luckily stopped by at the time they needed it, "Our driver was one of Charles' accomplices, remember he said 'rare coins' that's us, he was talking about us, I know it. So now, he thinks we're staying there, but we're really not." Chandler finished, sitting down and taking a deep breath.
"So are we going to the place that we usually go?" Joey asked, assuming his friend would understand.
"Yep," Chandler answered.
"Where?" Monica asked curiously, "You mean, this happens a lot?"
"Well, we never usually know that Charles is trying to get us, all the other times we were warned that he was coming, this time we know so we have to hide. We're going to a place in New Jersey; it's where Joey and I always go in case he's out to get us. I'm so sorry that you've been brought into this," Chandler said genuinely, rubbing her arm, "But I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
"Okay well then I have to call Rachel, or my mom or someth-"
"No, you can't, no one can know where we are," Joey said.
"I won't tell them I'll just explain that I'm okay and I'll be back-"
"Mon, you can't," Chandler said softly, "I know you don't understand what's going on but you have no idea how dangerous this situation is, you cannot call anyone."
"Well then explain to me how dangerous this situation is," she begged, craving knowledge.
"No, it's best if you don't know, at least not until you have to," Chandler answered, motioning them to get off the bus in front of the Port Authority, in hopes of catching the next transit to Camden, New Jersey.
"Well, what happens when I have to know, and I don't!" She challenged, quickening her pace as Chandler began to walk faster.
He suddenly stopped, and faced her, "Did you ever read the book 'Number the Stars'?"
"I think so, why?" She asked, wondering what this was about.
"The girl, she, she was able to survive the threats of the Nazis, she was able to save her entire family, do you know why?" Chandler asked.
"No."
"Because she didn't know. She had absolutely no idea that she was carrying in that basket, the most important item for her family's survival. Don't you get it, Monica? If she had known what she was carrying, she would have been killed. Ignorance can be helpful sometimes you know, especially in situations like this."
They continued walking, up the escalator, down to the ticket machine, and to the gate. They stood there for what seemed like forever, when eventually the bus arrived. They boarded their escape route, and immediately went to the back of the coach bus. Chandler sat in the corner, Monica next to him, then Joey. The bus began to fill and suddenly Monica found herself suspicious of all around her. She began to shiver, getting the chills, partially because of her fears, but also because it was cold and they were without jackets.
Chandler unconsciously wrapped his arm around her yet again, and held her close to him.
He whispered in her ear, "Mon, I know you're cold and scared, I am too, but I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay? We're all going to be fine, you just wait and see," he promised her, "And you'll be warm soon, the heat will come on, and when we get to Jersey we're all going to get ourselves jackets, we have to change clothes anyway in case they recognize us. But don't worry about that now, I'm here, I'm going to take care of you and nothing is going to harm you," he took a deep breath, "Nothing, I promise."
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Hmm... that may well be the longest chapter yet... who knows? So review, I hate it how some people review one chapter, tell me it's the greatest story ever, and then never review again... I mean, what's that about?