Moonbeam said:

I was wonderin if you'd seen this!

This is priceless Chris ~~~ Standing ovation ~~~

You should write this stuff for real ~ you'd make millions!!! look how hooked we all are after only a week!

AaronSuperior said:

endorphin runs into the bedroom, and stops, his eyes searching wildly for his lover, having followed the scream thus far.

his eyes dart back and forth rapidly, but he sees nothing.

this was the room that the scream had come from, he was sure of it.

all at once, time slows to a sickly slow pace, and everything seems to be swimming in his vision. the bed blurs as he looks at, the colors of the bedspread faded into a rather boring black and white.

he slowly looks around, confused and bewildered, but oddly not afraid of time slowing and the loss of sense.

then time catches up with him, caught on a wave of immense pain that rises slowly, growing louder and quicker.

and then the scream comes. his scream.

and then time slows again.

the floor reaches up to embrace him.

and then nothing.
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mama-mia!

he picks up the medical chart with a sigh.

another pnuemonia.

he scans the charts with a rather bored eye.

nothing of interest, really, just a case of pnuemonia.

"boring, boring, boring" he thinks to himself. "years of medical training at the finest colleges, a very notable residency, and for what?

pnuemonia and the night shift at the hospital.

he signs off on the forms, adding notes, and drops the file back into the holder with a dissatisfied sigh.

"doctor?" a voice calls.

he ignores it, and picks up another folder, and flips through it pretending to be very interested. best way to handle nurses is to treat them as servants, he had decided a long time ago.

"doctor aaron?" the voice repeats again, with a bit more volume and urgency.

he looks up at the nurse, waiting for her to state what the problem was.

"we have a car wreck... a bad one."

he tosses the file into the holder, and begins to run down the hall.

this was more like it.
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Jd pushes his body forward as best he can, while trying to ignore the throbbing in his head.

his body stretches out to full length, and he rests for a second, allowing his pained head to absorb the coolness from the marble floor.

he moans as a wave of pain washes over his body.

"must push on" he thinks."she's still in the house. chris screamed."

he lifts his head from the cool stone, and hears the sickening sound of his skull leaving the floor as his hair tries to stay in the pool of blood he leaves where his head had laid.

he curls his body into a fetal position, anchors his heels, and pushes again, inching his body closer to the study door.

lammastide reads the letter a third time, confirming the reality of it.

this explained everything.

he glances up, and glances through the glass windows of trons office to be sure no one had shown up unannouced. he carefully paperclips the leter to the envelope, and places it in the drawer just as he found it.

he moves to trons' door, and through the window in the door he sees the light above the elevator indicating that the doors are about to open.

he drops down to his knees as quickly as he can, and locks the door.

he drops his head as flat as he can to the floor, and aims an eye at the crack between the door and the floor, whcih peers straight down the hall to the elevator.

someone is walking torward tron's office.

he scurries, as quickly as he can, to trons' desk, and pulls the rolling chair out, and squeezes beneath the desk. as he hears the sound of the key being inserted into the lock, he grabs the rolling chair, and as inconspicuously as possible, tries to center it, creating a fourth wall for his hiding spot.

the door opens.

cloudbuster stands panting, as he drops the small stone topped table beside endoprhin's form, lying collapsed in front of him on the floor.

he wipes the sweat from his bow, and looks around.

"chris, still have to find chris." he reminds himself.

he moves toward the bathroom, and moves through the open doorway.

chris lays on the tile floor, gone horribley white, the color having drained from his face onto a small pool of blood on the floor beneath his head. his eyes stare blankly at nothing.

clouds' heary beats wiildly in his chest as he runs to the phone to dial 911.

WOO FUCKING HOO, BABY!

lammas holds in his breath as much as he can, letting his breath become as shallow as he can. he sits on his knees,keeping his hands off the floor.

he silently praises himself for not turning on the light in the office.

a pair of mens shoes comes around the desk, the normally soft sounds amplified in his beating heart and awakened ears 10 times louder than normal.

the shoes move around the side of the desk, and stop, pointing towards him.

he holds his breath and waits.

the shoes turns slightly to the left, and continue around to the chair.

lammas silently begins to pray that the owner of the shoes will not sit down.

the shoes stop next to the chair, and then stop.

he watches the toes of the shoes intently, waiting with baited breath.

and then they walk back to the door, and stop as the owner opens the door. the shoes move through the open doorway, stop, turn, and the door closes.

the key turns in the lock.

he breathes, but cautiously, as he is not sure how much can be heard on the other side of the door.


after a few seconds, he hears the faint 'bing' as the elevator door opens, and then the same sound agian a few momnets later.

he sits in silence for a minute, afraid that the man might return.

once he has sated his fear, he crawls out from the desk, and quickly returns to his desk without looking back.

who to kill off, who to kill off?

he takes a drag off his cigarette, and glances around.

"a very nice night" he thinks to himself, and glances toward the conveniance store.

she had not yet appeared from the restroom, at least not that he could see.

he hears the radio call coming from inside the car through the open window.

"...3 bodies, possible 421, 1329 Cottage Terrace, all officers within range respond immediately.

he tosses his cigarette away, and walks back to the car.

he opens the door, and looks through the windows of the conveniance store again.

she had reappeared from the restroom, thank god, and was thanking the night clerk for letting her use the restroom.

he waves his arms in the air, frantically, attempting to grab her attention.

she sees him, and ends the conversation with the clerk, hustling out towards the car.

"ya know, i smoked two cigarettes in the time it took you to pee, applekisses" he tells her as she opens the conveniance store door.

"women take longer, teller, so bite me." she says, jokingly.

he gets behind the wheel, and turns on the engine as she opens the door, and slides into the passenger side, and grabs the radio mic.

"his is number 36, we're about a mile from the house, and on our way," she tells the dispatcher, as she closes the car door.

"a cops' work is never done" teller says to her, and pulls the car into the street.

arrghgghhghgh!!! !!!

Aaron appears in the waiting room doorway, his labcoat unbuttoned, and Camille's file in his hands.

He always enjoyed making a big entrance to show his importance within the hospital, and today was no exception. he pushes both doors open, so that he appears between them, and then stands, studying the waiting room.

he glances at the chart, but the name of the girl who came in with him is not written anywhere on it.

he frowns at the file, but inwardly smiles as he now has a reason to yell at the head nurse, who always proved to be a wrothy opponant.

he looks over the waiting room again, scanning the people stiing there, all of whom are watching him for news of the fate of their loved ones.

he can not suppress a smile at the atention, but quickly turns it into a bedside manner type of thing, a sort of plastic smile to mask the news.

cloudbuster flies down the stairs, running as quickly as he can, to answer the door.

he races across the foyer to the ornate front door, and flings it open to find two officers standing in front of him.

"IT'S ABOUT GODDAMN TIME!" he shrieks at them, his breath short from the sprint downstairs.

both cops immediately flip the safety tethers off, allowing them easy access to their guns.

cloudbuster turns and runsback up the stairs hopping them two at a time. halfway up, he stops and turns back to the door.

"COME ON! THEY'RE UP HERE!" he screams at them, and continues his ascent.

the cops move into the buster family mansion.

ohhh the tension!!!

I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!

cborgman said:

The pain!, the PAIN!

lammastide gets back to his office, and drops into his desk chair with a relieved sigh, happy to be back in his office, safe, without having been caught.

he grabs his notepad, and jots down his newest notes.

who is the fivepercenter? he writes. what does he know, and how does he know it?

which of the twins is which? he adds.

he mulls it over, his mind racing with the possibilities.

and what are the twins hiding?

he hears the soft bing of the elevator doors opening, and looks up from his notepad.

he sees tron walking toward his office through the window.

he snaps his notepad shut.

tron turns his head, and sees him in his own office. tron nods at him.

at a loss for why tron has come back a third time, he nods back, and turns in his chair to watch him walk by.

tron walks in front of the doorway, his sneakers squeeking on the tile as he walks by.

sneakers.

the shoes he had watched in tron's office had been dress shoes.

his eyes meet trons, as tron passes, without saying anything to him, and continues to his office.

lammas's eyes go wide, as he swivels in his chair, and stares down his desk. who had been in the office with him?

officer applekisses looks around the foyer, her hand ready on her gun. her partner had told her to check out the downstairs while he went upstairs with cloudbuster.

"nice place" she thinks to herself. "expensive... rich bastards"

she looks at the glas shattered on the marble floor, and looks up to the hallway at the top of the stairs. she notes that there is no table on which it was sitting.

"thrown perhaps?" she thinks. she moves to the office doorway, and glances inside. she sees a body lying on the floor, it's hands and feet bound with telephone cord, it's mouth gagged with duct tape.

she strides quickly to the body and checks for a pulse.

unconcious, but not dead.

she grabs the CB mic from her shoulder, and presses the button in.

"2244" she says quickly and calmly.
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officer teller quickly cuffs cloudbuster, taking him down to the floor in the process.

"STAY DOWN!" he says, pulling his gun. he moves to the body on the bedroom floor, and the stonetop table lying near it.

he watches cloudbuster, and kneels to check the pulse.

unconcious, but alive. he stands, wiping the blood from his body on his pants.

"HE DID IT, HE DID IT!" cloudbuster screams into the carpet, his voice muffled from laying facedown in the material.

the policeman moves to the open doorway of the bathroom. there is a body here as well.

"jesus" he mutters under his breath, and moves to it, careful to keep the gun trained on cloudbuster, still crying and yelling into the carpet.

he kneels to check the pulse of the body on the bathroom floor.

The tension is brutal. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME OFF, Chris!!! I hate the notion of dying.

"tell me something" deja says, ash she walks, her eyes on the softly lit grass of the park.

"yes?" father icenine prompts, turning his head to look at her.

"do you love me?" she asks in a soft voice.

she turns her head to observe the look that crosses over his face.

he smiles, and blushes slightly.

he pauses and looks down at the ground, thinking how to answer as he walks.

he looks back up at her.

he smiles.

"yes" he says with a slight chuckle in his voice.

she smiles at him.

"hold my hand?" she asks, smiling at him again.

he looks at her, his smile fading slightly.

"i wish that i could." he says, and looks at the ground again.

she looks out at the park, her smile fading.

they walk in silence for a few seconds.

"do you think..." she starts, and tails off, lost in how to word her question.

"do i think... what?"

"do you think that love truly overcomes all odds?" she asks, still staring out at the park.

his brow furrows as he thinks the question over.

he keeps his eyes on the park as he answers.

"no. sometimes love is not enough."

Lammastide said:

me too!

and another goddamn thing! SOMEONE has worked my ass right out of the plot!!

INSATIABLE said:

not out of the plot, just not in it in the moment that is going on.

all right!

i can't believe ya'll are not two steps ahead of me on this. there are really only two possibilities left of who it could be

aaron looks up from his file again, enjoying the enhancement of the tension in the waiting room, as he flips through a third time, knowing full well that the name is nowhere to be found in the file.

literally every eye in the waiting room is on him as he looks up again.

he starts to look for a fourth time, but decides all of the family and friends in the waiting room have suffered enough.

"time to go in for the kill" he thinks to himself.

"um..." he begins. he glances around. "i am looking for the girl who came in with the man who was in the car wreck.

beautiful stands up, and walks to the young doctor.

"right." he says. "your friend..."

beautiful leans foward, waiting.

"he is your friend?"

"yes... well, no." she says. "i have never met him before. i... kinda pulled him from the wreck"

"well, then i shouldn't be speaking to you." he turns to go.

she grabs his elbow.

"wait!" she says.

he truns, and casts an angry look at her hand, still on his elbow.

"look, i have to know... is he going to be okay?"

he looks at the hand holding him in place unneccesarily.

she follows his gaze and sees that she is still holding him.

"oh" she says. "sorry."

she takes her hand away.

"i am not at liberty to say, as you are not the next of kin." he informs her coldly.

"please!" she whispers.

he raises an eyebrow at her, riding high on her tortured emoiotional state.

"come with me" he says.

he opens one of the doors, and exits the waiting room.

she follows close behind.

he stops, and turns, his eyes going over her head to be sure the dor is closed.

"he's dead."

she bursts into tears.

office teller leans into his mic, and presses the button.

"i need an ambulence pronto, and a van. we have 3 unconcious people, and the perpetrator in cuffs"