Hello Kids!! Thanks so much for the reviews!! Now I can reply to two of
them hehe... ok, Andy, I love ya, but you said that it's "too farfetched to
knock down Monica's door with an axe" ... did you not see TOW Rachel Tells?
Joey calls the fire department; they come with an axe and chop down the
door. And also... Muggleworf, I was very flattered when you said "This is a
great fanfic, not the greatest ever, but definitely in the top ten
thousand!" Aww, I feel so loved!!
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On the bus, Monica was too deep in thought to realize the woman next to her. Joey had gone to the bathroom the bus held, which was for emergencies only, but apparently he had a sandwich that didn't agree with him. The gray-haired woman stared at her, and offered a smile, but Monica was barely awake to see.
With Chandler's arms around her she felt secure enough to doze off, assuming that he would keep her safe. Monica woke up, and looked at Chandler, who appeared to have taken an interest in the woman. She was elderly, seemingly weak, and had been staring at them for quite some time.
"That's Charles," Chandler whispered, "Don't freak, he's sitting in the seat after Joey's, he's disguised as a woman, I know it's him."
Monica stopped breathing for a second and was too frightened to turn around and look, "Oh my God, what do we do?"
Silently, Chandler stood up and knocked on the door to the bathroom, slowly peering in, he whispered a "Code red" to Joey. The man immediately understood, and after zipping up his pants, came out of the small bathroom. Chandler grabbed Monica's hand firmly, and started leading her up to the front, just as the old woman took Monica's arm, refusing to let go.
"Let go of me!" she yelled.
Chandler tried to pull Monica away, but Charles' grip was too strong. Taking an army knife out of his pocket with his free hand, he glided the weapon harshly across Monica's arm.
Old memories flashed before Chandler's eyes.
A knife hitting skin.
Taken away.
Lost all hope.
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Monica's arm was gushing with blood, and Chandler did the only thing he could; he grabbed the knife by the blade, cutting his hand sharply. Charles let go, and Chandler dropped it.
At this point, Joey had taken Monica to the front of the bus, and was now rushing her off it. The commotion in the back had gathered much attention, but Chandler was in no hurry to make this a public affair.
He ran off the bus, and Charles was slow to follow, taking leisure time to pick up his knife, then started strolling up to the front of the bus. Costume still on, he continued to the exit when he realized the door had already closed, and the bus was back in motion. He had missed the stop and the three he was in search of had gotten out of sight.
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This was no where near where they had wanted to be, and not trusting any other transportation, they began the rest of their journey on foot.
Two hours later, they arrived in Camden. Chandler had sent Joey off to get some supplies, such as food and water, and Monica and Chandler headed off to the destination that was supposedly close by.
Monica didn't know where it was, but she knew that Chandler, and probably Joey, had hid there countless times before.
A twig snapped underneath her foot, causing Monica to look around to make sure no one was watching. Everything scared her lately, considering she did not know what was going on. Chandler grabbed her hand, and led her to their destination.
Monica was more than suspicious, she was intrigued, completely stunned about a life she never knew was being lived. Chandler promised to explain more once they got to wherever it was they were headed.
All that Monica knew was that they had been walking through these woods for the past half-hour, without any explanation.
"Chandler are we getting close?" Monica asked, her feet already hurting.
"Yep, just a little more," he answered.
"Where are we going?" She ventured tentatively, finally asking what was on her mind; she was so worried what the answer might be that her hesitance had lasted longer than she expected.
"You'll see, don't worry though, it's safe. No one knows about it but Joey and me, and well, another guy, but the other guy is going to help us."
They squeezed in between two bushes and came to a very small clearing, where Monica could see exactly where they were going. In front of her lay a small cave, whose entrance was partially blocked by a large boulder.
"Come on, we'll be fine, just be careful." Chandler smiled at her, as he put his hand on her shoulder.
They made their way over the rock, and Chandler suddenly started digging through the dirt in the sand. Luckily, it was still daytime, dusk was approaching though, and there was just enough light
Out of no where, Chandler found a flashlight inside the dirt below them.
"I knew it was there, that's where we keep it." He said, turning it on as they continued deeper into the cave.
"Are there any bats in here or anything?" Monica asked worriedly.
"No don't worry, and it's not that big, look," he showed her the end of the cave, shining the light at the back wall, then at the empty ceiling to prove that no bats dwelled there.
It was then that Monica realized just how serious the cut on her right arm was. She started wiping to blood away with the hem of her shirt, until Chandler stopped her.
Turning around to face her, he shined to light on her arm, "Don't, it'll get infected, don't touch it," he advised, "Joey will be here soon with food and a first aid kit, we can patch up your mess and then work on my hand," he said warmly, wrapping his arm around her as they sat down against the wall of the cave.
"I can't believe this," Monica said, tears starting to well up in her eyes, "I just," she took a deep breath, "can't believe it."
The flashlight still illuminating the small cave, Chandler encouraged her, "Everything's going to be fine, you'll see."
Leaning toward each other they peered deep into the other's eyes, feeling a connection that was so rare.
"Oh God, this cut really hurts," she complained, interrupting the moment to moan in pain.
"I know, my hand is killing me," Chandler said.
"Your cut is nothing compared to this, look, it's so long and it's really deep into my skin," Monica told him.
"I understand."
"How could you understand? You never felt something like this," she challenged, her pain forcing her to be harsher with him than she intended to.
"Yes I have, look," Chandler rolled up his sleeve, exposing an identical scar.
This was Monica's turn to have old memories see the light of day again.
"Do you wanna be my friend?"
Viciously grabbing the boy
Thoughts racing
Kidnapper slashing an army knife
Stretching out her hand
It was too late
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On the bus, Monica was too deep in thought to realize the woman next to her. Joey had gone to the bathroom the bus held, which was for emergencies only, but apparently he had a sandwich that didn't agree with him. The gray-haired woman stared at her, and offered a smile, but Monica was barely awake to see.
With Chandler's arms around her she felt secure enough to doze off, assuming that he would keep her safe. Monica woke up, and looked at Chandler, who appeared to have taken an interest in the woman. She was elderly, seemingly weak, and had been staring at them for quite some time.
"That's Charles," Chandler whispered, "Don't freak, he's sitting in the seat after Joey's, he's disguised as a woman, I know it's him."
Monica stopped breathing for a second and was too frightened to turn around and look, "Oh my God, what do we do?"
Silently, Chandler stood up and knocked on the door to the bathroom, slowly peering in, he whispered a "Code red" to Joey. The man immediately understood, and after zipping up his pants, came out of the small bathroom. Chandler grabbed Monica's hand firmly, and started leading her up to the front, just as the old woman took Monica's arm, refusing to let go.
"Let go of me!" she yelled.
Chandler tried to pull Monica away, but Charles' grip was too strong. Taking an army knife out of his pocket with his free hand, he glided the weapon harshly across Monica's arm.
Old memories flashed before Chandler's eyes.
A knife hitting skin.
Taken away.
Lost all hope.
-
Monica's arm was gushing with blood, and Chandler did the only thing he could; he grabbed the knife by the blade, cutting his hand sharply. Charles let go, and Chandler dropped it.
At this point, Joey had taken Monica to the front of the bus, and was now rushing her off it. The commotion in the back had gathered much attention, but Chandler was in no hurry to make this a public affair.
He ran off the bus, and Charles was slow to follow, taking leisure time to pick up his knife, then started strolling up to the front of the bus. Costume still on, he continued to the exit when he realized the door had already closed, and the bus was back in motion. He had missed the stop and the three he was in search of had gotten out of sight.
-
This was no where near where they had wanted to be, and not trusting any other transportation, they began the rest of their journey on foot.
Two hours later, they arrived in Camden. Chandler had sent Joey off to get some supplies, such as food and water, and Monica and Chandler headed off to the destination that was supposedly close by.
Monica didn't know where it was, but she knew that Chandler, and probably Joey, had hid there countless times before.
A twig snapped underneath her foot, causing Monica to look around to make sure no one was watching. Everything scared her lately, considering she did not know what was going on. Chandler grabbed her hand, and led her to their destination.
Monica was more than suspicious, she was intrigued, completely stunned about a life she never knew was being lived. Chandler promised to explain more once they got to wherever it was they were headed.
All that Monica knew was that they had been walking through these woods for the past half-hour, without any explanation.
"Chandler are we getting close?" Monica asked, her feet already hurting.
"Yep, just a little more," he answered.
"Where are we going?" She ventured tentatively, finally asking what was on her mind; she was so worried what the answer might be that her hesitance had lasted longer than she expected.
"You'll see, don't worry though, it's safe. No one knows about it but Joey and me, and well, another guy, but the other guy is going to help us."
They squeezed in between two bushes and came to a very small clearing, where Monica could see exactly where they were going. In front of her lay a small cave, whose entrance was partially blocked by a large boulder.
"Come on, we'll be fine, just be careful." Chandler smiled at her, as he put his hand on her shoulder.
They made their way over the rock, and Chandler suddenly started digging through the dirt in the sand. Luckily, it was still daytime, dusk was approaching though, and there was just enough light
Out of no where, Chandler found a flashlight inside the dirt below them.
"I knew it was there, that's where we keep it." He said, turning it on as they continued deeper into the cave.
"Are there any bats in here or anything?" Monica asked worriedly.
"No don't worry, and it's not that big, look," he showed her the end of the cave, shining the light at the back wall, then at the empty ceiling to prove that no bats dwelled there.
It was then that Monica realized just how serious the cut on her right arm was. She started wiping to blood away with the hem of her shirt, until Chandler stopped her.
Turning around to face her, he shined to light on her arm, "Don't, it'll get infected, don't touch it," he advised, "Joey will be here soon with food and a first aid kit, we can patch up your mess and then work on my hand," he said warmly, wrapping his arm around her as they sat down against the wall of the cave.
"I can't believe this," Monica said, tears starting to well up in her eyes, "I just," she took a deep breath, "can't believe it."
The flashlight still illuminating the small cave, Chandler encouraged her, "Everything's going to be fine, you'll see."
Leaning toward each other they peered deep into the other's eyes, feeling a connection that was so rare.
"Oh God, this cut really hurts," she complained, interrupting the moment to moan in pain.
"I know, my hand is killing me," Chandler said.
"Your cut is nothing compared to this, look, it's so long and it's really deep into my skin," Monica told him.
"I understand."
"How could you understand? You never felt something like this," she challenged, her pain forcing her to be harsher with him than she intended to.
"Yes I have, look," Chandler rolled up his sleeve, exposing an identical scar.
This was Monica's turn to have old memories see the light of day again.
"Do you wanna be my friend?"
Viciously grabbing the boy
Thoughts racing
Kidnapper slashing an army knife
Stretching out her hand
It was too late
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