A/N Heyyy... this next chapter won't make a lot of sense, but hey, what does these days? Anyway, this next bit guest stars a Michael Jackson impersonator, so you know it'll be scary. And, for the millionth time, Disclaimer: I own nothing but Rosario (who is now fortunately/unfortunately dead, Melosa, Anthony Green, the Michael Jackson impersonator, the bar (which you will hear more about later...), the plot, the title, ummm... and some other stuff that I'm too lazy to mention. Anyway, I know you'd prob. never want to steal my stuff because it sucks, but, please don't. I'm just cautious...
After getting the keys from Rosario's icky (dead) pocket, I was feeling really bad. My chest pain hurt, and I probably needed a hospital, but hey, if I was still alive, then the hospital could wait, right? Right.
(Dead) keys... check.
Uzi... check.
Personality... check.
Intelligence... never had it.
Rusty tyre iron... check.
Muhuahaha. Anthony P. Green, you are going DOOOWN!
The car would've been easier to drive if I wasn't still bleeding and didn't have a tyre iron in my lap, but it worked out well. Then I thought... where is Tony? I looked around at where the car (GPS) had taken me... hmmm... an old warehouse. An old, eerie looking warehouse. And old, eerie looking warehouse that probably had a lifetime of villain germs and could collapse at any minute. No thanks, God. But then my cellphone rang. Uh oh... Ranger or warehouse? Which is scarier? Ranger wins. I slowly got out of the... Porsche! Tsk tsk tsk. Now Stephanie, no time to think about cars...
5 minutes later.
Okay, Stephanie Michelle Plum, you have procrastinated for LONG enough! Get OFF the bench and INTO that warehouse!
I tip-toed across the concrete, careful not to step on cracks. My mother's mind is broken enough, she doesn't need a broken back to match. Anyway, I gaped at the steel door hanging by its hinges. Dare I open it? My mind was whizzing over a thousand things that could await me behind the door. Ninjas, monkeys, ninjas with monkeys that have rabies! But when I opened it... nothing. All was silent, except for my labored breathing (which I couldn't stop, even if I tried). Then, in the distance, a little girl was crying. Forgetting them stupid ninjas with them stinking monkeys, I rushed to the aid of my daughter... and was utterly surprised to see that it was Michael Jackson. What the...! As if on cue, he gave a girlish giggle, stood, and bitch-slapped me. Now come ON! How low can you get, Tony? This is RIDICULOUS!
"Ummm...?" I said.
There was some serious explaining to do. Michael Jackson?
"Take a pill, chickie, I'm just an impersonator."
"I knew THAT!" I said. I was grumpy, and I wanted to take a nice, long shower and wash away all the villain germs.
As if on cue, a girlish giggle escaped his (phony?) mouth. "I've
been ordered by Tony to keep you busy while he brutally slaughters your
daughter". Owkaaay. That was a little dramatic. Yeesh.
I was tired, and there was a fierce pounding behind my right eye,
and this screwball giggling (like nails on a chalk board) in my left
ear. So I did what any self-respecting Jersey girl pushed to the edge
would do: I grabbed him by his hair... and it fell off in my hand?
"Holy shit!" I said. How much more of this guy is fake? Don't go there Steph, DO NOT go there.
"Teeheehee, you like it?" Owkaaay... I shoved him to the side."Where the HELL is Melosa?
"In the torture room," He replied, with all the false dignity he could
muster while he was bald. What IS it with Tony and the dramatics? I
mean, come ON! The torture room? Puh-leese! What's next, the pit of
doom? No, not the pit of doom, the Pit of Doom, dun dun DUNNN!
I walked down a narrow hallway and prayed to my new bestest buddy, God, that I was going the right way. 'Because if I'm not...' I threatened him under my breath. In reality, I couldn't hurt something that is everywhere and nowhere, let alone kill them, but it's nice to have dreams.
As if on cue, I could see a doorway in the dark distance. "There is a God and He loves me!" I whispered excitedly. But did I really want to go in there? Hmmm... yes.
I pushed open the...bloody? wooden door and was utterly shocked to see..
A/N I wonder what it could be... hmmm. It's not going to be what you expect, let me tell you that. Anyway, zi know that in the last chapter, getting shot in the chest, you probably wouldn't stay alive very long, would you? In fact, Stephanie would be dead. But 1) that would ruin the story and 2) it's meant to make you think. I mean, maybe her chest was just grazed. Maybe she was shot with those fake bullets, the whatchyamacallits. Or maybe, maybe God is on her side again. You never know, and I'm not going to tell you. Nya nya ne NYA NYA!
