Chapter 23

Someone like you

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A/N: Hi again guys. Just a quick message to tell you I've started one of these new c2 group thingies, for fans of Phoebe and Joey. So if any of you would like to contribute a story, or join the staff then please fell free to let me know in a review or email me at the address in my profile.(I really need help, so please do respond if interested!) If you would just like to join the group for updates on stories etc, then again email me, (as for some reason the url wont show up here) and ill reply with the url.

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Phoebe ran softly across the massive grassy verge that lay strategically in the midst of the 4 stone buildings that sat facing on another in a large square at the top of the hill.

The late night dew moistened the skin of her feet, which were almost bare in her flimsy, worn out shoes.

A few times she almost fell, her feet slipping away from her as she galloped hurriedly, downwards towards her destination. She warily kept her eyes to the ground, watching her feet dance, one in front of the other, rhythmically, getting nearer safety. But as her concentration centred at her feet her balance was left to its own devices. Before she could stop her self, the once parallel feet began to slide away from her and go in opposite directions, leaving her to fall without a second of comprehension, on to the green stalks with a painful and audible thud.

"Owww!" She cursed herself angrily while rubbing the affected area to ease the pain which was ebbing through her lower torso. After a moment of soothing rubs, which weren't having the desired effect she decided to quit and get back on her feet, away from the damp ground that was seeping through her clothes, causing her skin to freeze and return to her journey, but that was easier said than done. The wet grass underneath her lacked the grip she needed to regain her stance, her legs like jelly collapsing and skidding away from her as she attempted in vain move.

Her temper was wearing thin as each unsuccessful try ended in more pain than the last. Her hands squelched on the ground as she let out a resigning sign and reluctantly rolled herself over onto her belly. Face down she could smell the unpleasant grassy aroma, mixed with the pungent odour of dampness and cold air. She turned her nose up and took a deep breath. Crawling onto her knees, which she knew would be stained green; she pushed with all her might, like she was preparing to do a hundred push-ups. As she manoeuvred a sudden noise jolted her to a stand still. Her eyes, which were focused on the floor beneath her moved upwards, slowly and surely, until they met a sight only millimetres away, which made her heart lurch and almost stop immediately.

A pair of feet, rested almost directly under her nose, where the once wet grass had been. She let out a sudden sharp gasp and instantly closed her mouth in fear.

Terrified to move her eyes away from the black leather to see who they belonged to she stiffened. But in her heart she already knew just who it was...those highly polished shoes could only belong to one person.

She felt like she had been punched forcefully in the stomach, leaving no air left in her lungs with which to scream. Her nightmare was about to turn to reality.

"Well, well. Look who we have here. Fancy bumping into you like this...it must be fate! It's good to see you again, Blondie." The man grabbed a chunk of her long, straggly hair and hauled her head backwards so he could see her terrified face, which was contorting in panic and fear.

"Didn't your parents teach you that it's only polite to look at someone when they are talking to you? Oh, no wait. You don't have any parents, do you? That must explain your rude behaviour!" His tone was harsh, and condescending.

"Tony, please. Don't hurt me." Her voice, filled with emotion, pleaded with him, but as usual it fell on deaf ears.

"Hurt you? Hurt you! Oh silly Phoebe, I'm not gonna hurt you..." He let her hair go and bent down to her level, his face almost touching hers, and his foul breath made her wish for the equally horrible smell of wet grass to return and mask his aroma.

His words were a mere whisper, but they were so potent, and full of putrid venom as they escaped from his mouth and washed over her, the message loud and clear.

"I'm not gonna hurt you...I'm gonna kill you!"

Ok, this is just a short chapter...but the next 2 are like super long, and I'm trying to cut them up a little bit. The next one is half typed, so should be up in the next few days. It focuses on Ross/Rachel/Jason and a little more on Phoebe. Then the final chapter will tie everything up...eventually :o) Please review as usual :o) xxx Mwah