Yay, another one!!! Woot...um...this one has violence...twas fun writing it! lol anyway uh enjoy...
Ducky thanks for helping me write this and being the thug so we could figure out what we were doing!
I had been at the theater for several hours and my stomach was gurgling from hunger. I decided to go find Jack and see if he wanted to go eat. So I proceeded down the stairs to the dungeon when I overheard him talking to someone.
"It's a good offer Jack." A man's voice said.
"I ain't sellin it and dat's final." Jack told him sternly.
"Medda's time for running the business is over, and therefore yours is drawing to a close as well."
"We ain't exactly tied tageddah like dat. Dis is an independent theatah, wheddah Medda's closes or not, dis one stays."
"The only way this theater is staying open is if I'm running it. If you'd like to stay on the payroll, I'm sure we can reach an agreement."
"I'd see it close befoh I'd give ya da title."
"Hey Jack baby…" I said walking in.
"Can ya give me a second Angel?" He said.
"Yeah, do you want me to wait outside?"
"Oh no, you can stay young lady, I was on my way out." The strange man said gathering his hat and coat.
"Uh, okay."
"Jack, I'll give you 24 hours to reconsider, and make no mistake, I will own this theater, whether you agree or not." The guy said as he left.
"Creepy." I shuddered as he stormed out.
"Yeah, dat's Pulitzah's style."
"Being creepy?"
"I was referrin ta da way he tries ta run ev'ryting, but yeah he's creepy too."
"Wow, uh do wanna grab something to eat?"
"Yeah, dat'd be good."
"So what did he want?" I said playing dumb.
"Ya didn't heah im?"
"Not all of it…"
"Well he basically repeated hisself, 'I wanna run ya theatah.'"
"Weird, any particular reason he wants this one?"
"It has a lot of potential."
"Well that's good news."
"Yeah it is."
"Yep yep. So where do you want to eat?"
"I feel like, pizza."
"Funny, you don't look like pizza." I smiled.
"Only you My Angel, only you."
"But you love it."
"One would hope so."
"Dork."
"Look in da mihhah shohty."
"Do you want those pictures we took in Michigan to go up on the Internet?"
"I was kinda hopin ya'd fohgotten bout dat."
"Jack love, girls are like elephants, we never forget."
"Yeah but ya run into a couple moh walls dan da average goil."
"Ha Ha, laugh it up."
"I am!"
"Grr."
"Ya sound like Hoishey."
"Wow, I've never been compared to a dog before."
"Well I don't know what ya expect when ya growl like one."
"That's because I couldn't think of anything to say."
"Ah ya familah wid da phrase 'If ya ain't got nuthin nice ta say, don't say nuthin at all'?"
"Um, familiar yes, do I heed it, no."
"Cleahly."
"Dork butt."
"I do not have a dohky butt."
"Have you been checking it out lately?"
"Maybe, but I know you have."
"So?"
"Ya goofy, let's take my cah."
"K."
We got into his car and drove to CiCi's pizza for lunch. We were almost done eating when Jack received a text message and started chuckling.
"What?" I asked.
"Davie, he's so weahd."
"Well yes, this has been established…but what brings on this sudden declaration?"
"He finally realizes dat Ellie likes him, an he don't know what ta do bout it."
"Wow, she's liked him for like 5 months and he just NOW realizes this?"
"Davie don't tink like ya average guy, so yeah he's just now catchin on."
"Wow, he's special."
"We'se all special."
"Dat is true."
"Did ya just say dat?"
"You say it all the time."
"Cause a me accent ya weahd southahnah."
"Is it now illegal for me to say dat?"
"Yeah it is."
"Geh." I said shaking my head.
"No growlin dis time?"
"You called me a dog."
"I did not, I said ya sounded like Hoishey."
"Hershey is a dog."
"Love I said ya sounded like one, not dat ya was one."
"I know, I'm just giving you a hard time."
"Ya know I hate it when ya do dat."
"You do?"
"Well not hate it, just confusin sometimes."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay, whaddaya tink I should tell Davie."
"Tell him to ask her out!"
"On a date, or out out?"
"Both."
"Aight, now I gotta figgah out how ta woid it so I don't scah im."
"Hehe."
"Aight, let's hope dat did da trick." He said hitting the send button.
"Yeah. She's been waiting for forever."
"Yeah, but she didn't want nobody ta notice, even dough it was obvious."
"We talked about it at Media's bachelorette party." I giggled.
"Bout what?"
"How she didn't want anyone to know, and how he wasn't responding."
"Dat's da mouth foh ya."
"Why do you call him the mouth?"
"Because Medda's theatah kinda ran inta some trouble and Davie kinda became da behind da scenes guy who pulled it all tageddah of coise wid me help."
"Of course."
"Ya ready ta go?"
"Yeah, let's see if we can get out before they all say bye."
"Oh ya don't like da enitah staff waiving bye ta ya?"
"Not really no."
"Well I GUESS WE SHOULD BE GOIN NOW!" Jack said loudly as we exited.
"BYE THANK YOU, COME BACK AND SEE US!!!" The staff yelled.
"You…gah!" I said hitting him in the arm.
"Ya hit like a goil."
"Again is that supposed to offend me?"
"Whatevah."
"Uh huh, yeah."
"Allow me ta get da dooh foh ya smaht mouth."
"Dork butt."
"Again it ain't dohky."
"It's an expression."
"Ya in?" he asked before closing the door.
"No." I said as the door clicked shut.
"What was dat?" he asked getting in the driver's side.
"Nothing."
"Aight."
"So back to work we go!"
"Dat we ah."
"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go." I started singing.
"We'se gonna have da weahdest kids."
"Let's hope they're halfway normal."
"How ya family's crazy, and me family was crazy too. It's genetic."
"Kinda like my shine magnet."
"Aw crap, ah ya sayin we'se gonna have a kid like you?"
"Only to remind you of me when I'm not there."
"We'll have ta have plastic silvahweah, cause when da real stuff is clean, ya'll stah at it fohevah."
"I'm not that bad!"
"But, our kid might be."
"You're telling me you would use real silverware with a kid?"
"Dey won't just have da magnet ting wid dem as a child, it stays foh life."
"True."
"Ah, he's gonna ask hah out tanight." Jack said looking at the new message.
"WATCH THE ROAD!!!!!" I shrieked as we started veering into oncoming traffic.
"Stop ya shoutin, I ain't deaf."
"Geh." I sighed heavily.
"Hehe." Jack laughed.
"We may be lucky to last until June." I kidded.
"Punk."
"Whatever."
"Aight, Sh-Angel. We'se back."
"I may be half blind without my glasses, but I can see that."
"I can't win with you."
"But I wuv oo." I said pouting and batting my eyelashes.
"I know." He said leaning in and giving me a kiss.
"Yay."
After work got out I went home and had a Halo war with Spot since I hadn't been alone with him in awhile. He kicked my butt most the time but I wasn't all that bad. I went to bed late that night and slept through my alarm for work the next day. I called in to tell whoever answered the theater phone I was on my way and was told I wasn't needed that day I had the day off. Pleased I made breakfast for just me, which I hadn't done in a long long time. After sitting around the apartment most of the day, I was getting bored so I decided to shop for wedding jewelry. I had searched several stores and found nothing that caught my eye. The whole time I was shopping I had an eerie feeling I was being followed but didn't see anything suspicious. I then went to Sam Moon's which was packed full of people so I had to park in the back of the building. I went inside and still found nothing that I couldn't live without, so I left finding the parking lot empty.
"Wouldn't you know it…" I muttered to myself as I headed to my car. I dug in my purse for my keys when I heard someone behind me and felt a hand clamp over my mouth.
"Don't make a sound." A gruff male voice said. I grabbed the guy's arm and pried it away from my mouth.
"Let me go!" I demanded. He cackled menacingly, at that moment I was seeing red so I kicked his knee, thus distracting him so that I could run.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked incredulously, he didn't sound like the bunch that kidnapped Skittery and Spot.
"Dosen't matter who I am." he said swinging for my face but I blocked it and landed a punch to his stomach. He grimaced while walking toward me and punched me in the face. I landed a left hook to his gut getting a grunt from him and he again landed a punch to my face. He grabbed my wrist and started tugging me towards his car. I struggled against his grip and managed to stop him from dragging me any further. He wrapped his arm around my throat and started choking me when I bit down hard on his arm.
"OW! You little-" he started to say when I ran. He caught up to me, grabbed my wrist and punched me again in the face almost in the exact same place he had earlier. I kicked at him when he brought out his leg and blocked my kick. He then tripped me and kicked me in the stomach repeatedly once I hit the ground. I rolled to my right in an attempt to escape and started hacking up blood. He grabbed my wrist and tried pulling me up, but I tightened the muscles in my arm, refusing to move. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and yanked me up.
"I ain't got all night, either way you're getting in that car." He growled as he put me in a choke hold once more. This time I brought my hand up to his throat and dug my nails in to his jugular vein.
"Aaah!" he hissed as he was forced to drag my hand across his throat in order to pry my hand off him. I fought to keep a hold on his neck and felt his blood trickle on my fingers just before he jabbed me in the ribs and pushed me forward. I got my footing and kicked at him but he caught it and forcefully pushed me down. As I landed I felt a sharp pain run through my wrist and shoot up my arm. I looked at it and saw it was broken. He stalked toward me as I struggled to crawl away. Next thing I knew he had swung his foot at my head kicking me. In rage I kicked out at him and made contact with his groin. He slumped over in pain as I continued in my getaway. He grabbed me from behind and quickly stood me up before I elbowed him in the ribs.
"Jack is gonna kill you." I muttered, as he held on tight.
"It's Jack's fault you're in this situation."
"He's never going to sell the theater."
"Who said anything about sell?" He smirked turning me slightly; I seized the opportunity and spit blood in his face. That only made him even madder and he smashed my head into the side of his car. I tried struggling, but I was fading, soon blackness took over and I went limp. I later awoke to find myself tied in a chair with a pounding headache. I looked around the room with blurry vision seeing to blobs of color.
"Did you have to do that to her?" I heard a familiar voice ask.
"She's a hand full." Said another familiar voice.
"Ow." I moaned.
"Ah now that you're awake, we can get on with business." The first voice said.
"Who are you?" I asked squinting and trying to clarify the blob standing in front of me.
"We met earlier, but we were never properly introduced. I'm Joseph Pulitzer."
I could still taste some blood in my mouth so I spit it in the general direction of the blob, apparently it made contact because I heard him curse under his breath.
"Charming, much like Jack."
"If you want Jack so bad, why not kidnap him?" I asked.
"I don't want Jack, I want his theater." Pulitzer said. I tried to kick at him but found my legs had been tied as well. Crap. I mentally slapped myself.
"And I will get that theater, by using you."
"You bastard!"
"It's not my fault your pigheaded fiancée forced my hand."
"Maybe if you hadn't tried to take control, he wouldn't have had to."
"That's irrelevant now."
"Can we just call him and get it over with." The henchmen said.
"We will as soon as Miss Conlon does what she is told."
"Which is?"
"You will tell Jack to sign all legal rights to the theater over to me or your blood is on his hands."
"Never, you imbecilic oaf!" I said unwisely. The henchmen strode over to where I was and backhanded me across my face. He cackled evilly as I cried out in pain.
"Trying to resist is redundant, I'll make the call and you'll say EXACTLY what I told you to." Pulitzer said.
"No!"
"My assistant will get bored of smacking your face and will bring out a knife if it comes to that."
I sat there silently, which they took as my compliance. I heard Pulitzer dial a number and begin talking.
"Terms of endearment such as Angel will not help you out of this one Jack." Pulitzer said.
"How da hell did ya get me fiancées cell phone Joe?"
"By arranging a meeting with her."
"Bull shit."
"You doubt that I have her with me?"
"No dat I believe, what I don't believe is dat she came willingly."
"You would be correct in that conclusion."
"If you hahm hah you won't live ta regret it."
"I didn't touch her. However my cohort did."
"Let me talk ta hah."
"Very well." Pulitzer said shoving the phone in my ear.
"Angel?"
"Jack?!" I asked excitedly.
"Do ya know wheah ya ah?"
"No."
"Keep to what he told you." The henchman said smacking me across the head making me cry out again, I was being such a wimp.
"Angel."
"Yeah?"
"What did he tell ya?"
"To tell you to sign all legal rights for the theater over to him or my blood would be on your hands."
"Don't wohhy, I'll help ya baby." Before I could respond, Pulitzer took the phone back.
"No, you'll be helping me, and don't call me baby."
"I wadn't necessarily talkin ta you."
"Be at 23rd and Jefferson in 2 hours with the papers, no cops."
"Aight, hah bruddah's wid me and I ain't gonna have time ta drop im off."
"Don't be so naïve to think that people will not die if you cross me."
"He ain't a cop."
"Then our business is concluded for now." Pulitzer said hanging up. "Watch her we move out in an hour."
"The pleasure is all mine." The freaky henchmen guy laughed.
JACK'S POV
Pulitzah hung up on me and I stood dere somewhat stunned.
"What's goin on wid Angel?" Spot asked.
"Uh, ya promise not ta hoit me since it wadn't me fault?"
"What happened?" he said growing angry.
"Well, she uh kinda got kidnapped."
"She kinda got kidnapped."
"Dat would be it yeah."
"How do ya kinda get kidnapped?"
"Okay she was kidnapped, no kinda to it."
"Why?"
"Because dis guy who's da scum a da eahth wanted to get at da theatah."
"So what did Angel have ta do wid it?"
"I told him no and since she's me fiancée he kidnapped hah ta weaken me."
"You, g- we gotta get hah back."
"We'se gonna."
"Ya gonna sign ovah ya theatah foh hah?"
"I don't exactly have a choice, he said he'd kill hah if I didn't."
"What if, dere was some way ta trick him inta thinkin dat he got da theatah, until it was too late and den call da cops on him?" Spot asked.
"Dat wouldn't woik unless we had proof dat he was tryin ta do sumptin illegal."
"What if someone took pictahs at da exchange?"
"He'd still kill hah."
"He ain't gonna kill hah."
"I know dat, we gotta tink of sumptin."
"He ain't!"
"Spot, she'll be aight."
"Dat bastahd, I oduah stranlge him wid bahb wiah!" Spot fumed. "So as he choked ta death da wiah would be cuttin his no good st-"
"Dat's it!" I said interrupting his rant.
"What's it?" Spot asked coming out of the rant.
"A wiah tap."
"What?"
"Ya know get a wiah, so our conversation will be recohded and we'll have proof."
"Oh like tapin da phone?"
"Yeah-wait what?"
"A phone tap."
"Yeah like dat…"
"When is he gonna call ya again?"
"He ain't, we'se s'posed ta meet him at 23rd and Jeffahson in an hour and a half."
"Den ya brilliant idea ain't gonna woik."
"Yeah it will." I said grabbing me phone and called Racetrack.
"Hey Jackie boy."
"Heya Race, listen, I need ya ta do sumptin foh me and I need it fast."
"What is it?"
"A wiah tap."
"On phone or on a poison?"
"Poison, pohtable if ya can do it."
"What's me time window?"
"An hour."
"Geez Jack, dat don't leave me a lot a time."
"I know, but me fiancee's life is on da line."
"Aight, come by in an hour and I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks Race."
"No prob Jack."
"Okay so da wiah tap's covahed, now what do we do bout da documents."
"Well, if we'se gonna get im in prison couldn't ya just rip up da papahs?"
"What ah ya talkin bout Spot?"
"Well since ya gonna be wiahed and if ya can get im ta admit dat he kidnapped Angel, den dat would be our proof and we could get him arrested."
"But we have to make him tink dat he's won until we get Angel back."
"Well ain't she gonna be dere when ya give im da papahs."
"Yeah, dat might just woik."
"It bettah woik."
"It will."
"So, do ya have dem on ya?"
"No, but I'll make it look like dem."
"Aight, let's do it."
"Aight."
ANGEL'S POV
Pulitzer left the room and I sat quietly for a few minutes letting my head clear. My head was still pounding from where that buffoon had hit me and I was still coughing up blood. The creep snickered as I continued coughing.
"Go to Hell."
"You loose anymore blood and you'll be there before me."
"Not if there's any justice in this world."
"Justice will be the big fat paycheck I get once this deal goes through."
"Bastard."
"Wench." That sent me over the edge; I strained against the ropes holding me to the chair only to wear myself out.
"Stupid rope…" I grumbled.
"You should be thankful for that rope."
"And why is that oh king of fools."
"Because you little brat, if you weren't tied I'd be the one restraining you right now."
"You mean you'd try to restrain me you warthog faced buffoon."
"One it wasn't that hard to do in the parking lot, and two your face is looking a lot worse than mine right now."
"At least mine will heal."
"What are you twelve?"
"No, I'm 11."
"You've inspired me."
"To do what you miserable vomitous mass."
"Find a gag to shut you up with."
"Grab the girl, we're leaving." Pulitzer commanded.
"Ha." I laughed.
"Shut up." He said backhanding me again before stuffing a handkerchief in my mouth, which I promptly spat out.
"Stop wasting time." Pulitzer said as he walked out. The idiot cut the rope that was holding me to the chair and the ones around my feet before tossing me over his shoulder and following Pulitzer out the door. I was carried over to a SUV and thrown in the backseat where I was buckled up in a manner that also tied me to the seat.
"Not so tight, troll face." I said. He punched me in the gut, closed the door and hopped in the driver's seat.
"I'm gonna miss having her around." He told Pulitzer who glared at him. "I won't have anyone to hit."
"You're not supposed to hit her for the fun of it."
"I'm not doing it for the fun of it, though I do get fun out of it."
"Still, the boy's going to be mad enough, we don't want him to call the cops on us for abuse."
"He can't pin it on us, they'll just think he did it."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." I thought. We drove along and stopped at 23rd and Jefferson. The thug pulled me out of the SUV and put a gun to my head just in case I got any bright ideas. Jack pulled up and Spot got out with him. Jack and Pulitzer met in the middle and started talking. The whole time Spot was giving the pig holding me a death stare. Pulitzer accepted some papers that Jack handed him and motioned to the scum to let me go, which he did regretfully. He didn't untie my hands so I walked up to Jack with my hands still tied.
"Ya got a knife?" I asked.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you." Pulitzer said and then walked away.
"Ya look like ya got shoved in a meat grindah." Spot said.
"Nice to see you too Spot." I said.
"Ya want the knife ta go aftah him?" Spot asked nodding to Pulitzer and Satan incarnate as they drove away.
"No I want it to get this bloody rope off of my wrists."
"I got one in da cah, Spot can ya grab it?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sahhy Angel."
"For what?"
"Getting ya inta dis."
"Meh, would have happened anyway."
"Do ya need ta go ta da hospital or do ya wanna go home?"
"I probably NEED to go to the hospital, since I've been coughing up blood all day, but I WANT to go home." I said and as if to prove my point I started hacking again.
"Spot call 1411 and find out wheah da neahest hospital is." Jack called.
"What am I ya gopher?"
"Ya sistah's hackin up blood, just call!"
"Aight!"
"Ya gonna be okay Angel?"
"Yeah."
"Heah's da knife." Spot said handing it to Jack as he dialed the number.
"Jack," I started, "What if he comes back?"
"He's got no reason to, and he'll be goin somewheah."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'se wiahed." He said lifting up his shirt.
"Ah."
"I don't know who Race's resources ah, but dey came through."
"I owe my life to that kid." I said.
"Dey said da neahest hospital was a couple a blocks ovah." Spot said hanging up the phone.
"Aight let's go." Jack said leading me to his car. On the way to the hospital I dozed off cuddled next to Jack in the backseat.