A/N: Okay, so there's almost no forgiving my lack of updating. I've just had so, so much going on, and pretty terrible things were happening. I even considered quitting fanfics altogether. But, now, writing is a solace to me, and I'm sure you guys want to see me continue this fic from the reviews. Please understand, though, if I don't update every week. Life is tough at the moment. But, please, never cease to review!
Chapter Eight
Monica stifled a small, soft scream, and Chandler instantly stood in front of her, as if to protect her. Joey began to menacingly walk forward towards his friend, as Chandler backed up himself and Monica. He held the knife low, almost hiding it, and wouldn't take his eyes off of Chandler and Monica.
"It's funny how some things work out," Joey whispered, glancing at his knife, then at the couple. "This story kind of reminds us all of Romeo and Juliet; two lovers who won't keep others from separating their love." He snorted. "They were quite the odd couple. And they were idiots. It wasn't a good combination." Still he walked forward, until Monica and Chandler were backed up against a wall. "Well, their love only grew stronger. That is – until the end." Joey began to raise the knife, and his breath quickened. "I speak for the entire town when I say that this story should end now."
As Joey swung the weapon towards Chandler, Chandler tried to move away. The knife still slid across Chandler's arm, ripping his shirt and causing blood to seep out. When Chandler groaned with pain, onlookers began to realize what was happening. They, too, began to scream.
"Joey, stop it! You're drunk, you don't know what you're doing!" Chandler tried to plead, trying to cover Monica as much as possible. "Don't do anything you'll regret!"
"I won't regret this, believe me."
"Joe, the cops are coming," Chandler continued with his plea, making up things to stop him. "If you put away the knife, I'll bail you out. Just put the knife away. Please."
"The cops ain't coming, Chandler. I'm not a moron. Now move out of the way."
Chandler shook his head. "No. Stop it, Joey! You're drunk, your mind is clouded – don't do this! You'll be sorry, I swear you will."
Joey laughed and raised his knife once again, striking Chandler at the side of his stomach. Chandler doubled over in pain, blood now staining the floor below him, and Monica screamed. She rushed to his side, but as Chandler kneeled on the floor, clutching his stomach, Joey pushed him to the side. Monica stood from her position next to Chandler, knowing she was Joey's next target. Since there was only a wall behind her and Joey's friends surrounded her, she also knew she was trapped.
"See, Monica? You ruin everything." His voice was colder and harder than Monica had ever heard it, and she knew that half of it was caused by the flood of alcohol in his veins.
Monica shook her head, helpless, but Joey ignored her pleading eyes. Instead, he took his knife and swiftly stabbed her in the chest, just missing her heart. Monica gasped, falling to the floor, as tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Joey," she gasped, holding her hands near the fresh wound, "Please."
"Do you really expect me to listen to you?"
Chandler, who was still on the floor, scrambled up and hovered above Monica. He looked at Joey, pure, deep hatred in his eyes. He pushed Joey, but Joey merely looked at the boys behind him. About five of Joey's friends then grabbed Chandler, pulling him away from Monica. Chandler tried to free himself, but to no avail. His wounds and the boys' strength combined made it nearly impossible for him to come loose.
Joey returned his attention to Monica. He kneeled beside her, and all she could do was look up at him, still placing her hand over her deep gash, tears flowing down her cheeks. Joey smiled cruelly and placed the knife softly on her cheek. He traced the weapon over her delicate skin, leaving small cuts across her face. Then, he took the knife and slid it into her arm, watching the blood pour out, taking pleasure in her pain. Monica could do nothing, say nothing, so she just let Joey torture her.
"I've waited a long time to do this," Joey said to Monica, standing up from the floor. "Stand up." Monica shook her head, obviously unable to stand up. Joey glared. "Up."
Monica then nodded her head, not wanting to get beat more for disobeying. She took her right, uncut arm and pushed herself up to her knees with it. Breathing heavily, Monica closed her eyes, trying to ease the pain.
"All the way up."
Monica nodded faintly once more and weakly pulled herself onto her feet. "What do you want, Joey?" Monica managed to ask, pain still ripping through her.
"To kill you."
He took his knife and stabbed her once in the stomach, two more times on the arms. Monica let him abuse her, sure that she had no way out. Chandler was left unconscious on the floor, as the boys beat him until he went black, and there were no sirens heard in the distance. Joey then began to beat her with his bare hands, causing Monica to fall over.
She let it be; she knew she was going to die.
By the time the police and ambulance arrived, darkness had already overcome Monica.
To Be Continued…
Yes, I know, it's very violent, and very dramatic. But that's just me. Please, review if you want the next chapter, whether you like it or not. I really went out on a limb here in this chapter, but it kind of opens a few doors. I also apologize that it's so short, but I didn't want to add anything else. Please review. And, once again, I'm sorry for not updating until now. I'll try to keep you guys updated.
