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Chapter 7

"Warren, I can't believe your car broke down!" Betsy laughed as she enjoyed her fiancé's poor attempt of acting like he couldn't start the engine.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to walk to the club, now won't we?" Warren asked smiling wide.

"He's so cute when he smiles like that…" Betsy thought to herself as she nodded.

"Let's get going!" Warren said, obviously excited about the extended time they'll have together. He got out and jogged over to his soon to be wife and opened her door. Betsy gladly took his assistance and kissed him on the cheek as he shut the door.

They walked hand in hand, silently, enjoying the stars that were being veiled slowly by thick clouds. The moon was full, and they both agreed, unusually bright.

"You know, Warren…" Betsy began smiling sweetly, "You're a really bad actor."

"Yeah, I know…" Warren smiled back and sighed softly, "But if I have to pretend the car broke down to get more time with you…" He trailed off, not needing to finish what he was thinking… she knew. And he knew that she knew.

"You don't have to make up excuses to spend time with me, Warren." She jokingly poked his shoulder, but was completely serious.

He nodded his head yes. They were both smiling, their moods were as bright as that unusually bright moon, which was now dimmed from clouds. They could feel sprinkles of rain on their heads and shoulders. The sprinkles multiplied and the couple was soon running for shelter. Warren and Betsy found themselves pressed against a brick building, hoping to stay dry and warm, but failing miserably. Before Warren could flag down an approaching taxi, Betsy was pulling him fast down a flight of stairs, screaming until she was completely out of the rainfall. She didn't want her dress to be ruined. No, she was planning on keeping this dress hanging right next to her wedding gown in their closet for the rest of her life.

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"Where am I? Why can't I move?" Jean started to panic, "Wherever I am… I need to get out."

She couldn't budge. She was pinned between metal and leather. She tried to open her eyes but the pain was too much to endure. A mere groan escaped her lips, which felt split and tasted of blood. Jean managed to open her eyes slightly, but couldn't see much. It was dark, occasionally lightning lit up her car, and what she could see was completely blurred. Jean felt rain drops pouring into her car, through the broken window and windshield. She thought she heard moans… or maybe muffled screams. She tried to cry out but was too tired and weak. Jean heard her cell phone ringing… it was Scott's ring tone. "That's right… I was on my way to see Scott." she thought to herself, smiling as much as she could. Soon she went back into the unconscious darkness of her injured mind.

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"It smells down here…" Warren said with his nose scrunched while he looked around wearily. It seemed empty, like a ghost town, the fluorescent lights flickered and hummed. If you listened hard enough you could hear distant trains.

"It's the subway, of course it smells…" Betsy replied as she mocked his behavior. It made her feel young again. Before she could afford taxi's she would ride the subways everywhere.

"Well, it's not that bad… I guess…" Warren forced a smile, "at least there's music." He pointed to the ceiling mounted speakers, murmuring what sounded like an elevator soundtrack. Warren grabbed Betsy and started moving to the beat. It was a strange mix, sounding like salsa, or Italian… he wasn't sure. They were laughing and hugging. Betsy giggled at his exaggerated dance moves, and tried to show him a few pointers. They were soon interrupted by an unwelcome guest. The outsider's laughter was quiet at first, then like a wave approaching it grew louder, and more strange. Warren turned and looked at the man with a questionable expression. He quickly grew annoyed with the stranger.

"Can I help you?" Warren asked sardonically as he looked the guy up and down. The man looked, for lack of a better word, crazy. He was young though. Not the typical old crazy guy living in the subways. Instead, he was the young crazy guy living in the subways. His face was handsome, but dirty, grease smeared. His hair was fair, but dirty, more grease. He wore a torn suit, very dirty, the body odor was overwhelming. He had blue eyes, sad eyes, on the brink of tears. Smiling, he was. Laughing, he was. But undoubtedly, sad, he was.

"Ha! This is my lucky day, oh yes, it must be…" the man exclaimed before muttering some other words to himself, "Ha! I mean, I never meant to see you down here! I mean, it's really you!" He laughed hysterically to himself, finding the whole situation weirdly funny. Warren continued his strange look, trying to remember who he was, if he even knew the guy at all. He could just be some drunk homeless man. Noticing Warren hadn't remembered, he become quickly enraged.
"You don't remember me?" the man screamed in anger, "Of course you, the GREAT Warren Worthington the Third, wouldn't remember a pathetic nobody like me."

"Maybe if you tell me your name…" Warren paused, a little uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"John." He paused, gave Warren the go ahead to fill in the blank, "John…ALLERDYCE!" John saw Warren furrow his brow, though it was a fraction of second, it was noticeable. He knew he still didn't know who he was. This infuriated him. How can a man who ruined his entire life not know who is his?

"I used to work for ya…" He said as he looked down and paced slowly, "you fired me last winter."

"Oh, I'm sorry…" Warren paused, thinking carefully what to say to this obviously drunken and unstable man, "I remember you now… John, that's right." He didn't really remember the guy, but figured it was best to just pretend. For all their sakes. John wasn't buying it… no, not tonight. This night was going to be a perfect end to a not so perfect life.

"You fired me, and ruined my life." He said still pacing, and still gazing down.

"Who is this man, Warren?" Betsy whispered and she grabbed his jacket. He motioned her to be quiet and not draw attention to herself. Warren didn't let the man's hand in his coat pocket go unnoticed. Whether it was booze or a weapon, he wasn't going to take that risk.

"I bet he doesn't even know why I was fired!" He laughed as he looked at Betsy. She was surprised, she didn't think he ever noticed her. He was fixated on Warren, until now.

"Oh, you're pretty…" He said to her smiling, "but who would have expected less for the wonderful Mr. Worthington?" He laughed cynically. Betsy was feeling extremely uncomfortable. She tugged on Warren's shirt, who met her eyes with understanding.

"Well, it was nice seeing you…" Warren didn't know what else to say, "But we have to get to a, uh, previous engagement." The couple started to walk away.
"Not so fast, pretty boy." John revealed his gun from his pocket, "I'm not done with you." He cocked the revolver. The sound echoed down the tunnel, and seemed to completely drown out the elevator music. Betsy clung to Warren's sleeve, her knuckles were white. They turned slowly to meet their assailants tearful, angry blue eyes.

"You really think you'd get off that easy?" John asked, tears were escaping slowly, "I mean, you're rich, handsome… respected. Why should you have everything? Why should I have nothing?" His lips were quivering. His voice was deep and haunting. He sounded like he wanted to scream, but he was practically whispering. It was all he could do.

"You took away, from me, everything I ever loved." he pointed the gun forcefully at Warren, "You took my career… my wife left me, because she thought I was a bum… she took my kids." He was beginning to lose it. Thinking of his kids was too much.

"You destroyed my life!" He screamed, "and you… don't even know I exist… what's left of me, anyway."

"I'm sorry…" Warren had no idea what to say, he just didn't want to make this mad man any more angry.

"It doesn't matter anymore…" John was then silent, his hand shaking. Betsy didn't want it to be silent, but was too afraid to say anything, too afraid to do anything. "Ha! You know what… I have five bullets… I had six, but I wanted to make sure the gun worked before…" he paused, and pointed to a small whole in the wall, "But I think five is more than enough to go around, don't you?" John's eyes were no longer said, or tearful. They almost seemed happy and hopeful. Stress free.

"I think you should know what it feels like to lose something you love… I mean, someone." He aimed the gun at Betsy. Warren turned and grabbed Betsy to shield her. John's finger squeezed the trigger. With one bullet, he had taken the lovers down. He could hear the train approaching. For once in almost a year, he was happy.

The train was louder and slowing down to greet the platform. The lights were flickering more now. He decided he didn't want an audience. Now was the time. One last gunshot rang through the subway tunnel.

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Hope you enjoyed some Betsy&Warren stuff! I know it's a short chapter… but it's getting good right? J

Oh, to reviewer jean1, I knew I would forget to explain that! It had been so long since I had written I forget to put that in… Remy is doing the Guthrie case, but it's not at trial yet… I'll try to mention/explain that in the next chapter somehow… thanks for reading! And reviewing! It always helps!