Authors Note: Okay let me start by saying a massive sorry for not updating earlier, seriously although my writers block is gone – there's this little thing called school and pretty soon I'm starting college. Been busy.
I want to thank DarkRipper666 you review made my whole year, seriously it is so good to get feedback like that. Your review also made me update and kick myself into gear lol.
This chapter is admittedly a bit short. I will update when I can. So please enjoy.
Oh, and a HUGE thanks to everyone else who reviewed. THANKS!!!
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Phoebe's condo was dark; the shadows seemed to creep endlessly up the wall, encasing the small yet surprisingly roomy place in a soft calming light. It was quiet. Peaceful if anything. The growing shadows seemingly a secure blanket, making everything feel private. As though it was disconnected from the world. It was an easy place to think, the quiet lulled you into a pleasant slumber, taking away whatever troubles may burden you. Although within the midst of this tranquil peace a radiance of subtle pink shone brightly, disrupting the dim shadows and breaking what dream like silence there was. Leaving in its wake two brunettes and a blonde, faces painted with worry as though they carried the world on their shoulders.
"Billie, get the first aid kit, we need to try and stop the bleeding." Coop said cogently, carrying Phoebe over to the small couch, his eyes studying her carefully as he laid her down. He need not hear the reply of the blonde as he could hear her footsteps running quickly into the bathroom.
The brunette's eyes flickered open slowly, concentrating on the figure before her.
Everything was blurry and her head seemed misty, although she could tell she wasn't lying in an alley way anymore, which she had to admit was a big comfort. Feeling the placid grip on her hand she tried to talk, her voice straining as she muttered quietly, even she didn't know what she was saying.
"Phoebe, its okay, just rest." Coop whispered running his fingers through her coffee coloured hair. "We're going to get you help; you'll be one hundred percent in no time."
Phoebe smiled slightly still rather incoherent. His words reached her and she understood, but at the same time she didn't. Her mind was too focused on other things, like the fact her whole body was starting to feel numb, and cold shivers were running up and down her spine, causing her to feel disconnected from reality.
"Billie…?" She muttered and Coop gave her hand a reassuring grasp.
"She's here, she is just getting a few things, don't worry Pheebs."
His words calmed her and she found herself feeling slightly relaxed.
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Billie however was far from relaxed as she rummaged through the bathroom cabinets. She knew where the first aid kit was, she'd seen it before – used it more than once.
Although in this moment her brain had frozen, nothing got in and she found herself stalling. Stopping midway in her movements as she desperately chided herself to think, and think quickly. Reaching a shaking hand to the cabinet door her fingers coiled around the handle. The metal was cold and stung at her skin. She tightened her grip and opened it, a low creak sounded and she couldn't help the memory that plagued her mind.
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Her hand reached quickly for the handle as she opened the small door, eyes peering in before she grabbed with a certain restraint the first aid kit. She turned around quickly when Phoebe came limping in, a smile playing at her lips.
"You shouldn't be walking on that leg." Billie warned although laughed when Phoebe gave a shrug.
"Wouldn't have to if you moved at a normal speed and not a snail's pace."
"I only just got in here." Remarked the blonde as she sat the kit on the sink. "Come here so I can bandage you up."
Phoebe complied, limping slowly over as she trained her eyes on her leg.
There was a gash, pretty nasty looking although nowhere near life taking.
"This is your entire fault you know." Phoebe pouted and Billie feigned hurt as she clutched at her chest.
"I'm not the one who can't walk up stairs."
This time the brunette feigned hurt – her smile hindering her attempt. "Yeah, but you were the one who was distracting me."
"Distracting you?" Billie asked and quickly signaled for Phoebe to get on the ground, she complied and the blonde sat down a moment later. "How was I distracting you?"
"You were talking." Quipped Phoebe with a grin.
"Talking?"
"You're distracting when you talk."
Billie smiled, her hand reaching for a white bandage. "I was telling you to watch your step…you should of heeded my warning." She said and Phoebe laughed at her words.
"Ironic much."
They both giggled.
"Once you get me back to full health we should head over to dads, call in quickly." Phoebe stated and waited for Billie to answer, the girl nodded as she concentrated on not hurting Phoebe.
Hands gently wrapping the bandage around her leg.
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Billie grimace, shaking her head slightly as she tried to refocus.
Pulling the door open the rest of the way she looked for the first aid kit, it was there – and she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Grasping the small box tightly she shut the door, standing with a quickness she was shocked to possess then walking from the bathroom.
The place was still dark, adding to the drama.
Shadows danced far off, lingering in the corners and just waiting.
They were not noticed by Billie as she only moved with due speed to get to Phoebe.
She was lying on the couch and Coop was crouched next to her. Billie's heart skipped when she noticed Phoebe's eyes were open, she was conscious although not to the point her sentences made sense.
Coop caught her eye and stood slowly.
"You get it?" He asked and Billie nodded with haste. "Good, I need to go to the hospital now, you'll be right here?"
Billie swallowed
Would she be alright?
I mean sure it sounds easy on paper, stay with Phoebe and apply pressure to her wounds until he gets back.
But what if something went wrong?
What if Phoebe got worse?
What then?
"Billie, will you be okay here?" Coop asked, his voice low as he gave her a pleading look.
"Yeah, fine." The blonde nodded.
"She'll be fine, just keep the blood flow normal – apply pressure."
"She'll be fine."
Mimicked if only to believe it herself
A nod from Coop and then the room was filled once again with a soft glow of pink, warming almost as it slowly disappeared. Leaving the two women concealed in the shadows.
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"You think your dad will have cooked anything this time?" Billie asked as both she and Phoebe walked to his apartment, the brunette smiled.
"I doubt it, I'm sure he's all cooked out."
Billie laughed, her hand entwined with Phoebe's.
More so to keep her standing than anything – the gash in her leg wasn't nice and Phoebe had a tendency to do an overdramatic limp, one Billie thought Victor might inquire to, not that her falling up some stairs was a bad thing – but saving any unnecessary worry was a good thing.
They reached his door quickly and Phoebe took it upon herself to knock.
In a second it was opened, with the same amount of verve as the night before.
Although this time it wasn't just Victor standing there, next to him and looking quite close stood a tallish lady – waves of russet hanging over her shoulders, tresses bouncing slightly as she smiled. She extended her hand before either Phoebe or Billie had a chance to properly digest she was there.
A firm look in her eyes as she spoke. "Hi, I'm Janice."
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Janice…
A lie was told.
A lie was believed
Her words were spoken with an agenda – Phoebe and Billie missed that
Her smile hid the evil – Phoebe and Billie didn't notice
She was playing them, though in that moment they were blind to it.
They didn't see
They didn't know
They stood no chance.
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Authors Note: Hope it was okay. It's hard coming back after a while of not writing. But I still know where I want to take this.
Took an hour to write, takes a second to review :)