Well, school killed me, because it took me a half hour to crank this chapter out, but it took me three weeks to get that half hour.
Now before I start this chapter, let me go on a little bit of a rant, m'kay? M'kay.
YOU DON'T NEED TO LIKE A PAIRING TO LIKE A STORY! I'm not saying this for me; I'm saying this for TheHomicidalManiac777. So for all you close-minded bastards out there, this is a warning. Flame her once, just once, and I'll find out where you live, okay? Okay. End rant.
Yeah, I'm not into taking up three paragraphs to present one point. But I'm sure you could guess that by now.
Back to the fic. I'm doing something different this chapter. I'm focusing on the 'you' person for the first half and for the second half I'm focusing on Ashley's kidnapping.
Time had passed. You could tell. There was something strange in that had happened in between a large gap in the writings of the book. Whatever had happened, you didn't like it. There wasn't any thing that could give you a hint as to what had happened, but Luis's writings had given you enough of a clue that you had a pretty good guess. The writing had a strange similarity to it… Almost like all of the writing was written by the same person, even if the handwriting was as different as ever.
Saddler… You knew that he was the reason that the various phrases in that book were now oddly similar. The only way you could tell who was writing what was by the handwriting. It was almost like you had reverted back to when you were first reading it. Before you knew what Salazar's, Mendez's, and Saddler's personality was.
Before all the writing got frighteningly similar, you knew that Salazar was prone to insult people and flaunt the fact that he was so much younger than the others. You knew that Mendez was the peacemaker between the other two, always ready with a soothing word or something of that sort and you had also figured out that he happened to be a bit of a mother hen. You had found out that Saddler was manipulative and enjoyed using blackmail to show the other two who they were dealing with. The only way you could tell if Salazar was writing was if you saw the curly, curvy writing that he used. The only way you could tell if Mendez was writing was if you saw the large block letters that he used. And Saddler was easily distinguishable against the different writing styles the others had.
Why did this have to happen to these three?
Ashley was exhausted. She had just walked up and down four flights of stairs repeatedly and she was not in the mood to move. Having classes scattered about so much was a real pain. And to make matters worse, it was nearing midnight. I still can't believe that Professor Unger made that test four hours long! Ugg! That's the last time I take a class called 'Advanced Virology'! Yes, I know, it's quite shocking to me, too. You'd think she wasn't smart enough to enroll in that class. And you're all right. She gave William Unger, her professor, a lap dance in order to get in and pass for the year. And for this reason, she didn't notice the large blond man dressing in fatigues towering over her.
Krauser got out a chloroform stained rag and put it over Ashley's face making her pass out. "Well… That was pretty easy," Krauser mumbled as he picked her up and carried her to the helicopter that was out in the parking lot. That weirdly enough, no one noticed. Granted it was midnight on a college campus with a bunch of bangin' parties, yo, so I guess it wasn't all that strange, but you would think that a drunk/stoned student would have ran into it by now. But the point is, Ashley got her ass kidnapped, and all that good stuff.
Gah! I am sooooooooooooo sorry for making you all wait three weeks for this piece of utter crap! I just have no time to write anything. I have a paper due on Monday, a poster due on Monday, a test on Monday, and a whole bunch of other shit going on. I humbly apologize, and I'll try and get the next chapter up soon.