Chuckling to himself, Brandon stood up and strolled to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the ever busy streets of New York. Pulling in a deep breath and letting it out in a slowly, he grinned at the thought of what that evening meant to him. At the thought of Beth saying yes. 'She could say no, too,' his subconscious butted in. Running his tongue over his teeth, he straightened his shoulders and stared at his reflection in the glass. Then frowned. Why? What reason would she have to say no?"Aren't you looking all daper?"Brandon's entire body stiffened. Almost instantly, a feeling akin to dread licked at his guts. As his mind ran around how it was that she had been able to get in and why, his ears picked up on her movement around his office, picking up papers and humming to herself.Easing his hands into his pockets, he turned his head slightly and found her in his periphery."What do you want, Margaret?"Catching her form in the glass, he watched her turn to him, stare,
As the security team dispersed to do a complete sweep of the building, Christopher took to the parking lot, taking extra care to look over all the vehicles. Scrutinizing the left section of the fleet of cars with a keen eye, he was heading for the right section when his eyes glanced a pair of feet sticking out from under the third to the last car. He froze. Doing a quick double take, he examined the plate number, frowned. Beth's car? Was that Jeffery? Sweeping his eyes around for any other sign of life asides himself and Jeffery, he began for him. He was less than a foot away when he heard a gruff curse come from under the car, and froze. Alarm bells went off in his head. That voice was too rough to belong to Jeffery, and if anything was at all wrong with the car, Joshua, the company's mechanic would have been the one to deal with it while Jeffery stood close by. Slowly and quietly, he reached for the taser in his belt, his body coiling tight, ready to jump in to action. Going the res
Limping into the parking lot with Randall and Chadwick in tow, Christopher arrived at the spot where he and the masked man had squared it down and found the car missing, a big, light yellow puddle left in its stead. Apprehension gripped the group. He watched Chadwick go to inspect the puddle and dip his fingers in it. Turning to look at him and Randall, he confirmed what Christopher already suspected. "It's brake oil." "Shit!" Randall ran a hand down his face. Where's the car? Where's Jeffery?" As if waiting to be summoned, Jeffery came walking down the slope. "Jeffery!" His head shot up. "Where's the car?" Jeffery frowned at Randall's curt tone and glanced between the men. "What–" "Where are you coming from?" Christopher interrupted. Jeffery's frown deepened. Looking from one man to the other, he answered, "The toilet. What's going on?" "Fucking hell," Chadwick mumbled. "Do you know where the car is?" He scrunched up his face then. The car? The car was... He looked at
Focused on reaching Beth, Brandon got more and more irritated everytime other calls interrupted him. Growling and biting his tongue when Frederico called him for the umpteenth time, he declined yet again and went to call her again when his phone began ringing, her name boldly on display. Swiping with a harsh thumb, he activated the loud speaker and barked, "Where the fuck are you?!" "Where are you?" "Elizabeth--" "Brandon, where are you?" "On my way to you. Where—" "I'm turning around. Brandon, I need you to take your foot off the accelerator." For a moment, he just started at the phone, his face scrunched up. "Excuse me?" "Dio." Her hands were shaking. As she ran one down her face, she asked, "Are you driving my car?" "Yes." Dizziness hit her like a freight train. Her breaths started coming out in puffs. "Baby, I need you to take your foot off the accelerator." "What--" "Brandon, the brakes are cut!" A silent curse reached her ears and she glanced at Alexander through the
They bust in through the hospital doors, Brandon on a stretcher with Beth on one side of him and Brian on the other side. Doctors and nurses rushed around him and Brian's quick steps slowed, but Beth refused to be pried away. Halting only when a firm hand grabbed her arm, she let out a panicking mewl, her eyes desperately following the moving stretcher. The further he got, the more she struggled for freedom. Someone was barking out orders. More people in white ran towards him. Patients looked on with worry. Anxiety blanketed the air."What is happening to that young man, Beatrice?" An old man on a wheelchair croaked out, looking up at his caretaker.A cry left Beth's mouth. She had to get to Brandon. She needed to get to Brandon. In the ambulance, he had mumbled one word over and over again. Her name. Recalling how he'd sounded weaker and weaker each time, her franticness renewed with a vigor. She trembled badly. So much blood. There was so much blood. She watched his bed disappear be
Beth stood in the middle of the road, frozen. Apprehension slowly dripped down her spine like a melting icicle. Pain was an ever present companion, licking at the bottom of her belly. A wind blew, bringing with it something that scared her more than everything else... The chilling sense of acceptance. Acceptance of the horror that was to come. The truck was approaching quickly, dragging behind it the awful chugs of a shrilling wind. A zing assaulted her eardrums.The skies greyed. Storms billowed. At the center of it all was Elizabeth, completely and utterly frozen. She was the brutally tortured character, sentenced to live through a misery spun, sadness inspired tale. She could see it all... Hear it all, feel it all... But she remained unable to react. Her mother's horrified face flashed before her eyes then. Pleading. Then came the terrified face of her father. He shook his head. She smiled wearily. It was for the best. He opened his mouth."ELIZABETH!" He yelled, but it was
Seeing his body littered with bruises and looking so pale and delicate, with different machines and tubes connected to him, all beeping and puffing, her tears couldn't be stopped then. A leg was suspended up in the air with a bandage wrapped around his ankle, almost all the visible parts of him bore scrapes and wounds, some more colourful than others, and his face carried ugly purple and pink bruises, all which stood out again his pale pallor. Just before the nurse could leave, Beth turned and asked,"What's the extent of the damage?""He has two broken ribs, one fractured rib, thankfully none punctured a lung, a fractured ankle and mild bruising on his temple. The rest are just scrapes, cuts and light bruises, nothing to worry about.""And his heart?" "Has been stabilized and is responding well," the nurse answered with a nod."How about the puncture in his side? What was it from? Do you know?""A large glass shard had embedded itself in his side, missing any major organ by mere ce
As soon the car screeched to a halt, Beth undid her seatbelt and got out. In front of her was an old tall, brown and empty looking brick building. She turned when she heard Alexander, Frederico and Sherlie exit the car, and waited for the men to precede her. Walking to the door in silence, Frederico reached out to a rather hidden panel that Beth and Sherlie were only then seeing, and punched in a password. A double beep came, followed by a click. Alexander pushed the doors open and in they strode. Down a long hall and into an elevator, they arrived a short while later on a floor that swarmed with so many people dressed casually, men and women alike. Beth and Sherlie gaped with surprise. Based off the outward appearance of the building, no one would have ever expected it to be packed and be in such busy and pristine condition."What is this place?" Beth whispered, sweeping her eyes over every nook and cranny of the large room."A hidden headquarters.""Of what? Wade industries?""You