Alright, I changed my mind. I am going to write it from first person, but I had begun writing it out as a third person, so if I miss a she or her, here or there, just warning you but hopefully I won't miss any. I also just wanted to point this out, no matter what Lauren Lane says, she can sing. Just hitting the last note on key isn't that good. But she can sing nonetheless. Anyway, carry on.
Days go by
Give me a sign
Come back to the end
The shepherd of the damned
With tears streaming down my cheeks, I ran with lightning fast speed across the rooftop of the theater. I pulled the pin out of my light blonde hair and ripped the diamond earrings from my ears. I also dropped them somewhere along the way. I stopped running when I reached the railing of the building, I placed my hands on the cold metal and looked down at the street below. I just didn't want to live anymore, there was really nothing to live for in my life. I was miserable, utterly and completely.
I shook with fear as I kept looking down at the street below. The headlights of the cars were just blurs as the tears kept flowing from my eyes. I then ripped the pearl necklace from my neck, sending most of them onto the concrete, the rest of it she angrily tossed to the ground. Next, I ripped the sleeves from my long black dress and threw them down on the roof as well. I didn't care anymore. Money didn't matter, nothing did. I hated my life, and I wanted it to end.
Taking in a deep breath, which I was sure would be my last, I stepped up onto one of the rails and clutched the top one. Just as I was about to let go of my grip, a voice from behind made me turn my head around to see.
"What are you doing?" The voice asked.
"Where are you?" I asked as I tried to find where it had come from. From out of the shadows, a tall figure emerged. Though the lighting wasn't that good, I could see that he was tan, like someone who worked outside for a living. He had short brown hair and he was dressed in an NYPD blue uniform. He reached for something at his side and then I was nearly blinded by the light from the flashlight, for a moment I believed that he was going to pull the gun from his holster and shoot me.
"Miss, what are you doing?" He repeated as he came closer to me. I shielded my eyes with my hand, but still I could only see his silhouette.
"Don't come any closer." I demanded as I put my hand down on the railing, not caring anymore if I could see him or not, for I had al ready turned my head to look back down at the street.
"I bet you won't do it." He said. I looked back at him with one of my famous annoyed looks.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Because if you do, you'll probably land on someone and then I'll have to call the coroner on two people, which is really something I do not want to do this late at night." He antagonized me. I clutched the railing harder in anger, then I realized that he was probably right. There were still a lot of people out this time of the night, mostly prostitutes, but what did he care about me for?
"You don't even know me, what do you care?" I asked as I looked back at him. He flicked the flashlight off and then came closer to her. I could now make out the features of his face. He looked no more than my own thirty-four years, he had a small scar on his right cheek that didn't look too serious, and his eyes were a dark green color, it was almost as if I was looking at David Duchovny, only four feet taller, and handsomer.
"I was just on my way home when I noticed you running up the alley. At first I thought you were some robber, but then I saw you run up the fire escape and I caught a glimpse of you in the light, then I figured you didn't need to rob anything, you were rich enough on your own. Either that or you were a really high priced hooker." I dropped my head and let out a small growl.
"Was that supposed to be a compliment? Or should I just deck you right now?" I asked and he laughed.
"Feisty one aren't you? Now come on, don't jump." He held up his hand for me and I looked at it with a cautious look. I then looked back at the ground, then to the stranger's hand. I looked at his face once more and saw that he had a small smile on his face, and it showed in his eyes. "Don't jump. Whatever has happened to you, isn't worth killing yourself over, trust me. Please come down." He said.
With a final look at the ground, I placed my hand in his and he gently helped me to the ground. After having been shaking for so long, my legs gave way, and I found myself being held up by the police officer. He had his arms around me and I had my hands on his shoulders, like something out of a romance novel. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me. I stood to my feet then and without a thank you, I began to walk off, but that was all I remembered. I felt something hit the back of my head hard and I fell to the ground. The world swirled around me and the last thing I saw before being taken in by the darkness, was the man looking at me once more before he picked me up and that was it.
The blinding rays of the sun shined on my face. I opened my eyes slowly, and I shielded my face with my hand, like I had done the night before. I then saw that I was lying down in the backseat of a car, or truck, or something to that general effect, whatever it was, it was moving at a high speed. I went to lift my head, but she realized that was a bad idea because when I went to move, pain shot through head like someone was hitting me with a hammer.
"Ow-w-w." I groaned as I placed a hand on one of the spots that was giving me the maximum pain.
"I was gettin' worried about you for a minute there." I shifted my eyes upward and saw the brown hair of the man I'd seen the night before, except this time, his back was to me.
"Wh-who, wha-a?" Was the only words I could make at the moment.
"My name is Derick Jacobs. And I advise you to keep layin' down, or I swear I will shoot you where you sit." He said. I noticed he had a southern accent, but I agreed with him and did as he said, but he never said I couldn't talk to him.
"Wh-where are you t-taking me?" I asked. My sense of speech was beginning to come back to me.
"I'm takin' you to see my brother Rick and his wife Christine. You're going on a little trip with me. " He said. Her eyes grew wide.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. A friend of our family has big plans for you, or so he says. You C.C. Babcock are just as much a murderer as I am and he is. You made his baby brother kill himself, he has agreed for me to deal with you in a proper manner." He replied.
"I don't even know his brother! Let me out of this car now!" I demanded.
"His brother James was an actor, or he wanted to be, until he was turned down by four other casting directors and you. He was only twenty-two years old, and you five made him kill himself. Didn't think he was good enough." He said and I could tell he was getting angry, but did that stop me? No.
"I'm a producer, I really don't have a say in who gets cast and who doesn't!" I shot back.
"Liar. I saw you with my own eyes at his audition! You were so cruel to him that it made me want to kill you right then!" He shouted.
"I'm cruel to everyone! Just ask anyone who knows my name!" I shouted back and then I felt like hitting myself in the head, that was stupid.
"I've already seen the way you treat people, you don't even deserve to live because of how hateful you are. I've been watchin' you for quite a while now." He said.
"Are you a stalker?" I asked.
"No, just someone who never lets people get away with things they've done. Eye for an eye is what I always say." He said.
"Let me go and I swear I won't tell anyone about this! Please!" I begged.
"Nope, not gonna work with me sweetheart. I don't trust ya, and from what I've seen, neither does anyone else." He replied.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked after a brief moment of silence.
"Haven't quite decided yet, but with the way things are going, it's a high possibility, and have no fear, your precious Maxwell had been informed of your disappearance, and he already has agreed to my demands, I still may kill you though, just for the helluva it." He said.
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I told him nothing would happen to you, if he agreed to pay your ransom, which is one million dollars. It won't replace his brother and my friend, but at least I will be able to help Rick out, he needs all the money he can." He said.
"What is he? A druggie?" I asked.
"Don't you dare say that about my brother or think it! Ya hear me?" He shouted and I cringed.
"Ok, ok, just calm down. What does he do?" I asked.
"He's a rancher in Texas, which is where we're going, so just sit tight and shut up. We still have quite a long way to go, but I imagine if you just hush ya mouth, we'll be all right. Got me?" He asked.
"Yes, I get you." I nodded my head and then curled myself up into a ball. I shook with fear and began to cry silently, I couldn't recall ever being so scared in my life, and even though I had wanted to die earlier, I had changed her mind, it was too late now though.
I tried to think of any actor named James that I could think of, but I could not recall him for a thing in the world. I remembered some of the names of the actors I'd seen, but most of them I just brushed aside, not really caring if they were good or not. I looked up at Derick once more, all I still could see was the back of his head, I wished he would at least turn around to check on me, but he had said I was cruel, so he probably didn't care if I was crying or not.
By the sounds of the tires, they were on the interstate headed towards Texas, fantastic, even more hick country, there was also no telling what this Rick and Christine looked like. I imagined in my mind people that wore overalls and had those funky looking teeth that you could get from the twenty-five cent machine. I shook her head slightly to get rid of the thought, it made me want to gag. I wished I could sit up and look outside, but there was nothing I could do, he'd probably turn around and kill me right then, and seeing as I wanted to live a little longer, I decided to just stay put, and do the only logical thing I could think of, go back to sleep.
"If you wanna talk to her, you're gonna need a ouijia board." I don't know, just heard Grandma Yetta say that and I thought it was funny. Anyways, Rick and Christine...little joke, if you catch it, let me know. If you're a Lauren Lane fan, you should get it right XD