Rent Continued: Part 2
Mimi, Roger, and Mark walked slowly down the street back to the Loft. It had been a long night for all of them.
Joanne had been unconscious when they saw her, and the three of them had offered to stay with Maureen and 'Monica', but they had insisted they go home. Joanne wouldn't wake for awhile anyway. So they left.
As they rounded the corner onto 11th street, they saw a shady figure emerge from the familiar alley by the building. As soon as the person spotted the three of them, they ran after them.
The three friends turned and ran. This person didn't look like they wanted to chit-chat. Suddenly, they heard a woman's voice from behind, "Mark!"
Mark stopped and turned. Mimi and Roger stopped a few feet after him. There, looking sweaty and frazzled was Mark's ex, Miranda.
"I finally found you, Marky!" She did not look well. She wore ragged clothing, her hair was frizzed and unwashed, and she looked like she hadn't eaten, slept, or bathed in days.
"M-Miranda, what the hell?" Mark was shocked. He had thought Miranda had been out of his life for good. She was the one who ended it.
"I'm so glad you're here, I've been looking for you!" She wore a crazed grin, but suddenly, she became serious. She wrapped her arms around Mark and said "I was thinking we should take that trip we talked about when we first started going out. You know, Paris."
"Miranda, we broke up. It's over." He tried to back away, but she held tight. Mimi and Roger stood there, not knowing what to do.
"I was afraid you might do this," she sighed. She motioned over her shoulder, and a blue SUV pulled up. When Mark saw this, Miranda zapped him in the gut with a Tazer gun. He dropped to the ground in pain.
Two men jumped out of the SUV, lifted Mark up, and threw him in the back of the SUV. Miranda hopped in the front, and they took off.
Mimi breathed, "Holy shit," as she and Roger ran after the vehicle. But it was too late. Mark was gone.
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As soon as Maureen had fallen asleep, empty coffee cup in hand, Danielle made her move. She slowly approached Joanne's sleeping figure, with a hypodermic needle filled with 100 ml of potassium chloride.
Maureen stirred. She should have waited awhile instead of doing this as soon as she was out. Too late. Maureen was on her instantly.
"Bitch," Maureen whispered. "I don't think so, not my Jo!" With all her strength, she forced her to the floor, reversed the needle in her hand, and stuck it in Danielle's throat. She pressed hard on the handle, forcing the poison into her veins.
Maureen waited until she stopped struggling, and let her go. She stood up and looked around, and froze.
"Maureen," said Joanne, rising from her bed. "Oh, Maureen, you saved my life."
"Pookie," cooed Maureen. They each leaned in and kissed each other lovingly.
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Collins held Tony in his arms, in the hospital bed. They were both awake, but it was very late and they would soon be asleep.
"You shouldn't be here," said Tony, nudging him playfully. "That doctor said they didn't have room for you."
"Really?" said Collins. "I'm quite comfortable." He held Tony closer.
"Tom?" said Tony.
"Yeah, baby?"
"This—this whole thing has made me see that we don't—we don't have long to live. We have to make the most of what we have, you know?"
"You're so right." He smiled. Angel used to say that all the time.
"So, Tom, will you move in with me?"
Collins grinned, and looked at Tony with love. "Yes."
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Mark, bound and gagged in the back of the Ford SUV, was still reeling from his first tazing when he was nudged by Miranda.
"Wake up, sweetie," she said. She tugged the sock out of his mouth.
Mark gasped for air. "Miranda, what are you doing?"
"Taking you back to my place," she said, rubbing his hand. "So that we can be together!"
Mark shook his head. "No, I don't want to be with you. Ever."
She just smiled and turned around, as though she hadn't heard a thing.
Then Mark had an idea. He was sitting directly behind the driver. There was a man sitting next to him, but the Tazer was sitting loosely on his thigh. Mark was also wearing his scarf. He formed a plan.
After just a couple minutes of driving, Mark snatched the gun and zapped the man next to him. When he was out, he whipped off his scarf and pulled it around the driver's neck, strangling him.
Miranda struggled to get to him. "Oh, no you don't Marky!"
Mark continued to strangle the driver, until he finally lost control of the vehicle and it flew into a stoplight. The windows shattered, and when the engine collided, the entire vehicle went up in a fiery explosion.
AN: Once again, I apologize for the cliffhanger. I promise I will not make you wait long, I have already written the next chapter. REVIEWS!
