Thanx to all yous for the good reviews. It makes me feel good to think I'm
not driving someone to suicide. Anyway, some people have a problem with my
paragraph structure and spacing in my stories. I would just like to say to
you that, well, I do, too. I can't figure out what the heck is wrong with
my word processor! I would like to apologize to you for the inconveniences
related to this problem. Perhaps I will figure out what's going on, but
until then, you'll just have to bear with me. Sorry :P
Well, here is Chapter Twelve:
CHAPTER XII
Misty sat, still, in her blue chair, thinking blue thoughts, on a blue night. She had just called Ash, and was almost hoping that he had used a tracer and the police would come here to take her away, just like before. That, she thought for a while, would be better than this. If Ash was the kind of person she had thought he was, he would be down here himself to take her away from the world, into shadow. But that was not the way she saw him anymore. She had talked to him too many times and had fallen for him too many times to not know whether or not he was a good guy. It was all a little too silly for her. She was going to be an adult about this. She stood up and got her jacket. Misty was going to the library.
When Ash regained his senses, he was already halfway over the rail that bordered his own balcony. The killer, as he was to be known as now, was pushing his torso up and over the black railing. Ash's apartment was eleven stories up.
His head hung down and with his hair in his face, he could see nine other identical balconies all in a row below him. He was going to die, and had never felt so off balance before in his entire life. He was teetering on his back like a seesaw over the edge. His feet were bare and hung in on the safe side, clutched in the killer's hands. One tossing motion and it would be all over the newspapers. But Ash didn't have time to think about what the headlines were going to say. He waited for an idea to come, and as he did, the killer stopped pushing. Apparently he wasn't as strong as he had thought, and actually, in the middle of killing someone, took a break. Ash's head slowly turned around and saw that there was no one on the balcony anymore. The person had gone inside and was opening... the refrigerator? He was drinking a beer! He had pulled his mask off to gulp the beverage down and Ash could see his face. He had never seen the man before.
He never knew what he was thinking in his head at the time, but it was pretty much actually nothing. He sat there on the balcony, waiting. The beer bottle was soon half-way full. Three quarters. Just a little left, now, but still Ash waited like an idiot.
The killer returned, bottle in hand. He set it on the table and stood there, looking at Ash. Ash pretended to be still asleep, and in the following three seconds of pushing and falling, he thought of a desperate plan. The killer's strength was once again upon him, and his head hit the bars of the rail as his eggs flew up into the air. Ash then moved his hand quickly and caught hold of the masked man's shirt. He felt himself falling, and the killer with him. The man in black's body fell faster than his, but Ash was too busy trying to grab hold of something- anything. His grasp took what was later reported as the fifth story balcony railing. He felt his arm being pulled out of his socket and his brain bouncing around inside his skull. He lost all feeling but an unspeakable pain in his shoulder, and he never even felt his hand releasing the railing. He continued to plummet, and the last things he saw were the black-dressed- man's head slamming against the second story railing, them him spiraling onto the pavement of the street. Then it was his turn. He landed flat on his back, looking up at the dark sky, his vision blurred and then ceased. Then he heard a loud noise- like an automobile screeching to a stop. Then there was shouting and yelling.
"Ambulance!" "Ran over his legs!" "Holy shit!" "Is he dead?"
"Is he dead?"
Is he dead?
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Misty was leaving the town, now, and heading into the city. The bright lights welcomed her softly. The big black buildings loomed overhead as walls protecting her small car. She remembered Gary Oak for no real reason. She was trying to remember everything she could about her past- How she was always been on the run. How Gary had taken care of her. It was all like a dream, and no one ever completely remembers their dreams...
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Sorry this chapter was so short, but I need a break. It's Valentine's day for crying out loud!
Well, here is Chapter Twelve:
CHAPTER XII
Misty sat, still, in her blue chair, thinking blue thoughts, on a blue night. She had just called Ash, and was almost hoping that he had used a tracer and the police would come here to take her away, just like before. That, she thought for a while, would be better than this. If Ash was the kind of person she had thought he was, he would be down here himself to take her away from the world, into shadow. But that was not the way she saw him anymore. She had talked to him too many times and had fallen for him too many times to not know whether or not he was a good guy. It was all a little too silly for her. She was going to be an adult about this. She stood up and got her jacket. Misty was going to the library.
When Ash regained his senses, he was already halfway over the rail that bordered his own balcony. The killer, as he was to be known as now, was pushing his torso up and over the black railing. Ash's apartment was eleven stories up.
His head hung down and with his hair in his face, he could see nine other identical balconies all in a row below him. He was going to die, and had never felt so off balance before in his entire life. He was teetering on his back like a seesaw over the edge. His feet were bare and hung in on the safe side, clutched in the killer's hands. One tossing motion and it would be all over the newspapers. But Ash didn't have time to think about what the headlines were going to say. He waited for an idea to come, and as he did, the killer stopped pushing. Apparently he wasn't as strong as he had thought, and actually, in the middle of killing someone, took a break. Ash's head slowly turned around and saw that there was no one on the balcony anymore. The person had gone inside and was opening... the refrigerator? He was drinking a beer! He had pulled his mask off to gulp the beverage down and Ash could see his face. He had never seen the man before.
He never knew what he was thinking in his head at the time, but it was pretty much actually nothing. He sat there on the balcony, waiting. The beer bottle was soon half-way full. Three quarters. Just a little left, now, but still Ash waited like an idiot.
The killer returned, bottle in hand. He set it on the table and stood there, looking at Ash. Ash pretended to be still asleep, and in the following three seconds of pushing and falling, he thought of a desperate plan. The killer's strength was once again upon him, and his head hit the bars of the rail as his eggs flew up into the air. Ash then moved his hand quickly and caught hold of the masked man's shirt. He felt himself falling, and the killer with him. The man in black's body fell faster than his, but Ash was too busy trying to grab hold of something- anything. His grasp took what was later reported as the fifth story balcony railing. He felt his arm being pulled out of his socket and his brain bouncing around inside his skull. He lost all feeling but an unspeakable pain in his shoulder, and he never even felt his hand releasing the railing. He continued to plummet, and the last things he saw were the black-dressed- man's head slamming against the second story railing, them him spiraling onto the pavement of the street. Then it was his turn. He landed flat on his back, looking up at the dark sky, his vision blurred and then ceased. Then he heard a loud noise- like an automobile screeching to a stop. Then there was shouting and yelling.
"Ambulance!" "Ran over his legs!" "Holy shit!" "Is he dead?"
"Is he dead?"
Is he dead?
================================================
Misty was leaving the town, now, and heading into the city. The bright lights welcomed her softly. The big black buildings loomed overhead as walls protecting her small car. She remembered Gary Oak for no real reason. She was trying to remember everything she could about her past- How she was always been on the run. How Gary had taken care of her. It was all like a dream, and no one ever completely remembers their dreams...
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Sorry this chapter was so short, but I need a break. It's Valentine's day for crying out loud!