I am writing this by popular demand, by the way, thanks for the great reviews you guys. (Jen, April and Katie, it means a lot) This may be a little odd, but try to visualise, it's called committing to the moment. (haha)
The one 'til death do us part
Chandler was still kissing Rachel passionately when there was a knock at the door.
"It's probably the cops again" said Chandler. "It's open" he called, distracted by Rachel's kiss.. The door swung open. Standing there was Barry, angry as ever. Rachel screamed as he slammed the door. "Barry!, what are you doing?!?" she cried, terrified of him. She held on to Chandler for safety and he put his arm around her. Barry ran up to Rachel, trying to pull her away. Chandler pushed him away. "I won't let you hurt her anymore" he shouted, holding Rachel tight. "Oh yeah, well, once you're out of the way, I can hurt her all I want!" he shouted manically. Rachel was shaking in fear of a showdown. Barry was much bulkier than Chandler and pushed him hard. He fell to the floor, wincing in pain. He had pushed him so hard that Chandler had actually broken a rib, but he didn't care. He had to help Rachel, he thought. Barry grabbed Rachel, punching her in the jaw. Chandler leapt up, so angry that Barry could do that. He ran to Rachel, who was crying as her mouth filled with blood. He went to Barry, pushing him out of the door. Suddenly, Barry flipped round, brandishing a gun at him. He stumbled back to Rachel, who was holding her bloody mouth. He had most certainly broken her jaw and the blood was flowing down her chin. Rachel felt her heart stop. "Oh my God! Barry! Don't do it! It's not worth it! You'll get found out and be in jail all of your life" she shouted. "No way Rach, you see, once I kill you two, I'll just kill myself". Barry laughed in a psychotic way, which sent a chill down Chandler's spine. "Rachel" said Barry, coldly "I don't believe in divorce, okay? So if you want to be apart, then we'll have to do it my way. 'Til death do us part". He looked at Chandler and Rachel, who were shaking with fear. He gave a stifled chuckle. "Get on the floor!" he ordered, waving the gun around. Chandler swallowed hard. He fell to the cold lino floor of the kitchen area. Rachel fell do too, next him. She was icy cold, shaking with fear. He rubbed her shoulders to warm her up. Barry sat on the sofa. "Now, look, I'm gonna let you stew for a while, then I'll shoot, it'll be at anytime, so be warned". Rachel burst into a flood of silent tears on hearing this, and held onto Chandler for support. "No speaking , okay" warned Barry "unless you wanna eat metal". Chandler was thinking, he reached for Rachel's make-up bag. He pulled out an eyeliner pencil and a lipstick. He started to write a note to Rachel, it was explaining a plan. Rachel smiled, he was very inventive at times, she thought. She read the make-up writing:
Okay, Rachel, you ask to go to the bathroom. Jimmy open the window and climb out. Call the police and get away. I'll be okay, you have to go, call the police, they'll help us.
The plan was a little vague, but they didn't have time to waste. "Umm, Barry, can I go to the bathroom?" she asked, hoping he would say yes. "Sure, but I'm waiting outside, be quick". Rachel scurried to the bathroom and Chandler rubbed out his make-up message, smirking at the surrealism of the situation. Rachel turned on the taps and popped open the bathroom window. She climbed onto the balcony and done the fire escape. Chandler sat, praying she was okay.
After a few minutes, Barry realised what was going on. He pointed the gun at Chandler, asking where she was. "I don't know, we didn't speak, I mean you were listening, we didn't talk at all" he said, nervously. Barry nodded, lowering his gun. Chandler sat still. It had been 15 minutes since Rachel had escaped. There was a knock at the door. Chandler hoped it was a hostage negotiator or the cops. Chandler went to open the door, but Barry took a shot at it. He was really scared, so crawled behind the kitchen unit. There was a bang at the door. It was a cop team, banging down the door. They were wearing bullet proof jackets as they entered, guns blazing. They had guns pointing at Barry, as they told him to get down on the floor, hands behind his head. Chandler was crying tears of fears as they handcuffed Barry. They led him out, into a van waiting outside. Paramedics entered and put Chandler on a stretcher. They were treating him for shock and his injuries. Rachel was in the ambulance. He outstretched his hand, and she gripped it.
Two hands joined in love. Together forever. Joined. Forever.