Heya peeps. Look! Another update! Yay! *gasp! Tall wrote another chapter?!* Yes she has! I love this story (so far), I love this idea (so far), so please no hating on my story. I wonder if that's why most of you who have read have not commented? Hm.. eh, probably not. So without further adieu.. I present to you.. Chapter 8! Enjoy!
Charlie cocked the gun. "Come here to save your friend?" He asked, taking a step closer to them. "Well, I am here to say that you can't!" He took another step closer, until he was an inch away.
Rachel cowered behind Ross, while Monica clung to her brother's arm.
"Well, you have to go threw me first!" He said, sounding proud of himself.
Ross clenched his fist, then got out of Monica's grasp. "With pleasure!"
Charlie pointed the gun at his chest. "Think you can actually get passed me?" He laughed out. "I bet you can't. Because I can put this bullet in you before you have time to jump on me!" He threatened. Then glanced over at Rachel and Monica. "Or I could have a bullet in one of them before you can jump on me." He chuckled. "So I am currently holding all the cards right now."
Ross glanced over his shoulder at the girls, who were now cowered with each other, watching. He glanced back at Charlie. He sighed. "I guess you do have us." He said softly. "Now what are we going to do?"
Charlie smirked, still pointing the gun at him. "Yes I do." He poked him with the barrel of the gun, with one finger on the trigger.
Ross glanced back at Rachel and Monica, nodding at them in reassurance, then slowly raised his arms in surrender. "So, you got us. Now what?"
Charlie shrug. "Now I am going to lock you up with Chandler, and then I'll go after your other friends before they can come after me too."
Ross took a step closer to him, ignoring the gun that Charlie still had pointed to his chest. "You leave the others alone!" He glanced apologetically at Rachel and Monica, then turned his gaze back to Charlie. He grabbed the hand with the gun, then pointed it up as it went off.
Chandler attempted to drag his legs through the grass, not even sure if he could even stand up or not. He heard a commotion in front of the cabin, but he decided to stay clear of there. He was starting to get tired but hadn't gotten very far from the cabin.
He glanced around to make sure no one had spotted him yet, then sighed with relief. He went back to dragging his legs, until he decided to try to walk again. He pushed himself up, holding his arms to the side to try and balance himself. He was able to walk a little bit before staggering slightly, trying to keep himself upright.
He was starting to feel a little bit better, then decided to try jogging. He wanted to get as far from that cabin as he could and he also wanted to make it back to the hospital. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was following him. He tripped over something and tumbled down a steep hill.
Callie glanced at her watch and sighed. It had been a few hours, and they were not back yet. Sure Joey wasn't the brightest out of them, but she knew that he would probably want to know why he hadn't seen Chandler and the others in a while.
Phoebe had fallen asleep in the chair that she was sitting in.
Callie glanced back at Joey, then twined her fingers with his. She laid her head on side of the bed, soon drifting into a restless sleep.
Rachel and Monica had crept in the cabin while Ross kept Charlie busy. They both walked in silence, peeking into a room. There was handcuffs that was cuffed to the bed, but no sign of Chandler.
"Maybe he escaped?" Monica hoped out loud.
Rachel glanced at her. "Maybe so.. we should search for him then."
They both crept out of the room, and out of the cabin, glancing around. "Come on, we should split up and maybe we will cover more ground that way," Rachel suggested to which Monica agreed with a nod.
Chandler had hit his head on something really sharp which had knocked him unconscious. He wasn't sure how long he had been here when he slowly opened his eyes. He reached up to rub his forehead, then when he glanced at his hand, it was red with blood.
He took a deep, shaky breath, then slowly pushed himself to his feet. He staggered through the woods, until he came to an old dirt road. Maybe if he followed this road he could find someone that might be able to help him?
Charlie got his feet between them, then kicked Ross off. He quickly got to his feet, then went for his gun, until Ross had quickly jumped to his feet and tackled him which sent them both back to the ground.
Ross punched him continuously. Everything flooding back to him at once. All the anger at Charlie for Monica, for Chandler, and for Joey was all starting to come out. Nothing else mattered at that moment, except the sweet sound of revenge.
He didn't even hear Rachel and Monica call his name, just focused on what he was doing.
"Ross, stop!" Rachel hurried over to try and pull him off, then with Monica's help, they were finally able to break them up.
Charlie's face was all bloody, battered, and bruised, but he still had a look of pure hatred.
Phoebe had woke up in the last 10 minutes. Callie had her head on the hospital bed, probably not resting good from the way she kept twitching. Then she glanced at Joey, who was also sleeping probably because the doctor was keeping him doped up on pain medication.
She twined her fingers with his, then sighed. Maybe at this rate, he wouldn't even notice the other's absence. She quickly glanced at her watch and sighed softly. They should be back by now, shouldn't they?
Chandler staggered along the dirt road, trying to keep his balance. His head was pounding, and the pain was so bad, that he wasn't sure what way he was going, or what way he would have to go in case he wanted to go back to the cabin.
Without thinking of what he was doing, he started walking in circles trying to figure things out. He wasn't sure where he was or how to get back. What was he suppose to do now?
I have decided to just end the chapter here. I just love drama. A story without drama has no purpose really. I need something else to happen with Joey, Callie, and Phoebe though, then I can say that everyone is getting in trouble. Any thoughts on that? Anyways, follow, favorite, comment, or all three. Toodles!
Tall, Out!