AaronSuperior said:

[This message was edited Wed Jul 30 20:43:45 PDT 2003 by TRON]

...(endo taps fingers, impatiently waiting for ATOT day 3 to being)...

TRON said:

Tron's office, where tron sits behind his desk turning the envelops from the fivepercenter over and over in his hands.

his brow is furrowed with a mixture of anger and fear.

he rips off the right end of the envelope, and applies pressure to the edges of the envelope, which opens a bit giving him visual access to the contents.

a single letter sized piece of paper is trifolded and placed inside.

he reaches in with his free hand and catches the letter between his thumb and index finger, and pulls it out slowly.

he lets the now empty envelope drop to his desk, and looks over the outside of the letter.

with a sigh he opens the letter, and begins to read it.

dear moonbeam:

fade to...

chris and endorphin standing at the hallway at the top of the stairs.

chris peers down the hallway to the right. 3 of the 6 doors are open. he peers down the hallway to the left. 2 open doors and 4 closed ones.

"should we split up?" endorphin asks.

chris turns to look at him.

"i suppose so."

chris walks down the right side, the poker raised in readiness to strike. "JD? JD WHERE ARE YOU?" he yells out.

he reaches a door, and braces himself to strike. he sturns the knob and opens the door.

he peers inside.

the spare bedroom is empty.

he closes the door and moves to the next door. the door is already open, and he peers inside cautiously.

the library sits ghostly still and empty.

he moves to the next door. his clammy hand grasps the handle, and prepares to open it.

fade to...

camille, still unconcious being transported to the hospital in an ambulance, tearing down the road, sirens blaring.

the woman that pulled him from the wreckage sits beside him.

"how much of his medical history do you know?" the attendant asks her, as he tends to camille.

"none, i never met him before, i just-" she responds, feeling very uncomfortable.

"well, why did you come?" the attendant demands angrily.

"i don't know, i just-"

"look miss, what's your name?"

"themostbeutifulgirlintheworld"

"well, miss... beautiful, please, if you don't know anything, just sit there."

she sighs, and sits back. and it had started off such an ordinary day.

fade to...

wooo!

cloudbuster driving home in his newly dented car. he stops at a stoplight, and comptemplates the dent and small scratches where sweeny had hit the hood with a ceramic cup.

he sighs. it wasn't so much the dents that were contributing to his quickly rising melancholy, as it was what the dents represent.

his relationship with chris was deteriorating, and had been for some time.

he had several lovers and the side, and he was sure that chris had as well. none of this was a suprise when sweeny had said it. but what had she been talking about with stepsons? chris had no children.

or, at least, he had never spoken of any. but he would have told his husband if he did... wouldn't he?

the light turned green, and his mind turns away from the nagging thoughts.

fade to...

lammastide in his office at the paper, typing very quickly on the keyboard of his computer, his eyes glued to the screen.

his brow furrows as he looks over the online research. there seem to be no birth records of tron within the searchable records.

"must have been adopted and had his name changed as a kid" lammas mutters to himself.

he picks up a pencil, and without realizing he is, he begins to chew on it lightly as he stares intently at the screen.

"which would mean that the adoption records are probably closed."

he swivels in his chair and looks through the doorway to the closed door of trons office.

"what are you hiding... and who are you?" he mutters to the closed door, and the man behind it.

fade to...

chris as his clammy hand grips the doorknob. he makes sure that the poker from the fireplace is ready to strike, hook out at eye level. he takes a deep breath and throws open the door.

he looks around the darkend bedroom, and sees nothing. he lets the poker fall to his side, and turns to go, his hand pulling the door behind him.

as he turns, his eye catches something in the reflection in the mirror as something moves within the bathroom.

"JD?" he asks.

he raises the poker into ready position and moves toward the bathroom in the bedroom.

his breath gets shallower and shallower in anticipation and fear as he nears the doorwayy of the bathroom.

he reaches the doorway, and reaches in slowly, his fingers reaching fro the light switch.

fade to...

waitin for the next installment

Handclapsfingasnapz said:

me too! :impatient!:

God, poor Chris! I am such a brat!

okay,lemme go smoke, and i will do some more

over 1000 views!
junkies! hee hee...
okay...

the street where father icenine, red, and dansa are standing.

"pregnant?" dansa asks.

"oh." father icenine states, at a lack for better words.

red nods, tears welling up in her eyes.

there is a noticeble silent tension as all three wait to see what red's reaction will be.

she smiles lightly.

"what do you think camille will say?" she says with a little bit of a laugh in her voice.

"i'm sure it will knock him on his ass!" dansa chuckles.

"well... hmmm." father icenine says, unsure of how to react to this news. "congratulations to you both." he offers.

red smiles at him.

"thank you, father! well, i should go tell him of the news." red says.

"of course" dansa replies.

"i will have to take a raincheck on the coffee, i guess" red says.

"of course" father icenine responds. "perfectly understandable, i think" he adds with a smile.

red hugs them both, and heads back the way they came from.

dansa and the priest begin walking again.

"well... how exciting." father icenine says, unsure of how to deal with the news.

"yes" dansa replies.

"do you think, perhaps..." he starts.

"that they will get married?" dansa says, filling in the silence for him.

he nods.

"i don't know." she responds.

"you're not... are you?" he asks.

"pregnant?" she says, again saying the words he won't.

he nods.

"no."

she stops walking.

"don't you think i would tell you if i were?" she asks him.

he stops as well.

"well, i hope that it is an issue we never have to discuss. i hardly need tell you how big of a scandal it would be if you were."

she nods.

"i know" she states.

"i like being a priest. i would hate to not be one, because you got..."

"pregnant."

"exactly."

"well, we'll just have to be careful, won't we?" she smiles at him.

fade to...

oh FUCK!



DANSA!!! :LOL:

tron's office, where tron sits reading the letter.

dear moonbeam:

a secret is only best kept when it is quiet, and silence comes with a heavy price.

about 20 million should keep it quiet.

don't have it? ask your parents for it.

a parent, whether alive or faking dead is always willing to help bail their child (or rather children) out of a sticky spot.

i shall contact you in 2 days time to tell you how you will get the money to me.

sincerely yours,
the fivepercenter

tron frowns at the letter, his anger building.

fade to...
[This message was edited Thu Jul 31 12:34:13 PDT 2003 by cborgman]

:Lol:

INSATIABLE said:

I didn't see that one coming!

endorphin74 said:

yea, sadly, before i knew this was gonna be an ongoing thing, i gave away some plot poiunts way too early. but that one was a suprise!

endorphin, searching the other side of the hall at the top of the stairs.

he holds the embershovel in his hand, ready to swing at anyone that might jump out at him.

he reaches out with a nervous hanbd and opens the closed door.

he peeks inot the entertainment room, and looks around. he sees nothing, but moves deeper within, checking more closely.

nothing.

he moves out of the room, and moves to the next door, ready for someone to jump out at him, but silently praying that no one does.

he peeks into the open doorway, and sees nothing but an empty bedroom.

he decides to check it more closely.

"better safe than sorry" he mutters quietly to himself.

he moves about the room, checking.

nothing.

he moves toward the doorway and almost gets through it when he hears a scream.

chris's scream.

fade to...

>>> <<<

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endorphin74 said:

cloudbuster's car as he pulls into the garage of the mansion.

he looks into the rearview mirror again, and sighs as the reflection.

he turns the car off, and revoves the keys from the ignition. he opens the door, and exits the car, dropping the keys into his pocket as he closes the car door behind himself.

he moves to the door that leads into the house, and opens it. he enters the kitchen of the mansion, and shuts the door to the garage behind him.

he passes through the kitchen, and moves into the foyer. his shoes make a horrid crunching sound, and he stops wlking. he looks down to see the shattered glass he is standing in.

he looks at it, bewildered, and frowns.

he stares at it for a moment, and moves to his office, and enters.

he moves to the desk, and stops dead in his tracks.

JD is lying unconcious on the floor, his body bound with phone cord, his mouth gagged with a strip of duct tape, and a his head lying in a pool of blood.

he gasps.

he hears a scream from upstairs.

chris's scream.

fade to...

chico's apartment, where sweeney has let her rage run it's course at the expense of some of his dishware.

she sits on the couch, looking around.

she chews softly on her lower lip, mulling over the events that had occured in this apartment a short time ago.

"fucker" she growls at no one in particular. "no one fucks with me and gets away with it."

she looks down at the money scttered on the floor where cloudbuster had thrown it at her. she glares at it, wishing that she could set focus her anger into some kind of pyschic beam that would cause it to erupt into flames.

but it is money, regardless of how he had used it to degrade her.

she gets off the couch, and leans down to grab the crumpled bills.

the door opens behind her. "who the fuck are you?" a voice asks.

---

end of today.

I hate when it ends

good show!

hee hee... i feel like i am doing a really elaborate puppet show

Thanks again, Chris! Wonderful as usual!