MS - Rav's newest story

[Ravynlee]

In his plain grey tee and loose fitting jeans he looked eternally unkempt, sharing his attentions between her and the carpet with his face shaded and his hair wild and untamed as the sound of his question lingered unanswered on the evening silence.

“I mean, what are you doing here? You’re obviously not crazy. Even if you were you’d have good reason to be. Anyone would be. I mean, look at you, you’re no more an addict than half the people that work here. I heard you in group earlier this morning. So you take a few pills, who doesn’t? We’re living in a world where there’s medications for everything. We’re a drug-fucked society and they send people like you to places like this?” Nick questioned incredulously. He paused and shook his head, scoffing with disbelief. When he spoke again his voice was much lower this time, empathetic. “You don’t need to be here,” he said, looking up with his head lowered as if he was doubtful of his own opinion. “You don’t belong here anymore than I do.”

“Yes I do. I deserve this,” Ravyn grit out with her teeth practically chattering. It was disarming to hear herself say one thing but believe the exact opposite, speaking like she was trained to speak, like she had to systematically. She knew how the system worked because she’d dealt with its beaurocracy all her life. “I tried to kill myself and make it all just go away. I’ve had a really… fucked up life. The only way it’s ever going to get any better is if I stay here and clean up. Get therapy.”

“You don’t need help, Rave,” Nick declared.

At that he swiftly got to his feet. Backed against the wall Ravyn was staring at him with her defences up and practically tangible. He looked nervous. Something about the way he kept looking back at the door terrified her. It was if he was covering his tracks, making sure the coast was clear, weighing up his options, preparing for the moment to strike – but watching him dig a small satchel from his back pocket Ravyn huffed out her breaths cautiously.

Chewing the inside of his cheek Nick looked up to gauge her reactions. It didn’t need to be explained to her what it was, the coy smile struggling for stability on his face said it all for him.

“We could get kicked out of here if anyone knew about this,” he whispered.

Ravyn frowned. She was poised on the razor’s edge unsurely.

“It’s just… a little something. To take the edge off.”

“You can’t be serious,” she murmured. Her eyes however were now fixed anxiously on the small plastic bag. Feeling Nick’s eyes still searching her she blinked up and realised with a sinking sensation he was waiting for her answer. She couldn’t speak now but she didn’t shake her head no either.

Nodding aside he urged her to follow. At first Ravyn couldn’t. The feelings of sickness and dread that had overwhelmed her before now were bogging her down like bags of cement. Still able to hear the sound of Mike’s voice replaying in her head – or maybe faintly taunting her from down the hall – Ravyn she was consciously fighting against her own body to do what she felt she needed to to break free all the while knowing with a cold harsh reality that what she was doing was wrong, and worse than wrong it could have been lethal, but she was at a point now where she simply no longer cared.

Out in the hall again she heard Mike’s voice as the interview continued on from seemingly every TV set in the building echoing mockingly around her. Hurriedly the duo made their way out through the barren halls. The few staff, that normally patrolled the wards, were no doubt glued to their TV screens, making it easy for Ravyn and Nick to slip outside the doors and across the black-green lawns to another building. Behind the pool hall, sheltered by shadows and the cover of night, Nick lead her to a small clearing behind some brush which became immediately clear was a regular hiding place for him. As Ravyn stood there on the grass watching him make his way inside she shook her head and looked around still holding herself against the internal chill. Around her the night was fine and still and sultry. A million sets of eyes were all tuned to their TV screens at that moment; two people were virtually invisible beneath the cover of darkness.

“Come on,” Nick urged her. Stealing another glimpse at the main building of Green Meadows Ravyn pouted before she bowed in to meet him.

“I usually come out here to get away from their shit,” he was chuckling under his breath quietly.

As the darkness settled and she began to see through the hues of black and grey she found herself illuminated beneath the moon’s rays and stood staring up at the sky and the few stars she could manage through the city’s luminescent glow lost in wonder. She was no longer scared, in a strange sort of way she actually felt alive. The thrill of evading the ever-watchful eyes of the staff made her heart race and her mind spin like some unruly kid half her age again playing hooky from school. The notion that she had willingly followed Nick out here only to be raped and strangled again was a fleeting, albeit nauseatingly real fear. Summoned by the sounds he was making she looked down to see him reading what looked like a white tube in the moonlight. It was a needle. He was going to shoot up in front of her.

“You ready?” he asked.

[woodyloveslinkin]

oh no ......

 

note - i've learnt to power read with high accuracy and attention

[Ravynlee]

Sinking to her knees in the dark she watched him with her eyes misting. Her throat was too dry to swallow, her head so full of thoughts and memories she could barely hold her head up anymore. She wasn’t scared and she wasn’t completely at ease with it either – consciously she knew what she was doing but she was just so sick of the pain and the memories and these feelings of helplessness inside her that it was like fate had stepped in and predestined her decision for her, all she had to do was go along with the flow.

Watching Nick loop the belt on her arm made her whimper involuntarily. The sensation it caused made memories flash and the pink scar on her neck pulsate. She grit her teeth and blinked up into his eyes. In the shadows she wanted him to say something, to trust him, but all she could see was the defeats of her past. She was alone, she needed this, she told herself, no one was left to miss her now, she was a heartbeat away from the end. Lost to the thought of what it must have been like for Rob as he drew a last watery breath she felt the sharp sting of the needle. There was no going back from there. The heat, the rush, the overwhelming hammering of her heart – her chest seemed to seize – then she heaved.

“It’s okay, it’s okay… happens to all of us the first time…” Nick was assuring from somewhere above her.

He seemed to be laughing at her but Ravyn couldn’t tell. It could have been her voice, internal, physical, taunting her; past or present, there was no distinction anymore. Time moved in it’s own way now leaving her behind. The bricks against her back meshed with her tee shirt. She wasn’t going anywhere now. For years they seemed to sit there in the dark side by side saying nothing at all as the darkness remained. Then she felt fingers through her hair, on her face. She could scarcely move without a conscious effort.

“Rob?”

“We have to go,” someone said.

The air rushed against her face like a cyclone. On her feet she looked down at the ground watching it shift past but was unable to feel a single step. The lights on the grounds were unnaturally bright; she had to raise a hand to face to shield herself from it. Beside her voices were telling her to pull herself together. Slowly, in a sort of mental haze, she fought to do so without the will to want it. Her body was made out of steel, she was moving like a heavy mechanical robot. Inside the corridors the silence made her ears ring. It came in delayed waves. Then panic set it. People were running around in chaos. Unable to register anything Ravyn could only stand with her arm wrapped around her support staring at it all with a mute dazed expression.

“What happened?” Nick asked.

Another man met them as they stood in the rec room staring up at the TV as the images flashed on the screen too fast for Ravyn to make sense of it. Everyone was staring up at the screen with their faces masks of shock and their mouths gaped open in horror.

“Dude, you won’t believe it,” the man was telling them distractedly. “Someone just shot him as he walked out of the studio.”

“Who?”

“MS man, Mike Shinoda, someone just tried to kill him.”

Ravyn frowned hard struggling to focus on the screen and registering only snippets of images as she felt the room shifting awkwardly around her. The explanation the guy was giving them fell on deaf ears as Ravyn shuffled a little closer to the screen. The name was repeated ad nauseum and rang out with frantic urgency. Huffing on her breaths Ravyn could slowly feel reality seeping back. The picture of his face on the screen that so terrified her before had lost its intensity now. She could stare back and feel nothing. Slowly, very slowly, a smile started to grow across her colorless lips. Around her she could hear someone asking on the businessman’s condition as Ravyn gripped to the back of a chair and squeezed it tight enough to make her fingers glow white.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s alive but one of his crew didn’t come off so well.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s bad man. Mike’s wife, she got shot.”

Behind her the man was still relaying the details but as the shock of this new revelation began to sink in Ravyn didn’t hear much of it. The picture of Mike standing arm in arm with his wife from some previous junket weeks ago stripped the smile from her face as she stared at the other woman with a strange new mix of emotions cresting upon her.

“Rashell?” Ravyn asked aloud.

“You know her?” Nick asked.

With a look she meet his eyes to validate his theory without having the will to speak anymore. The lure of this other woman’s plight was too strong in pulling her focus away again. Behind her the men were still speaking but Ravyn consciously or not was hearing little of it. Her previous need to put a bullet in Mike’s head had been replaced by the cold realization that someone else had not only tried to beat her to it, but that they’d ultimately failed and now another person, an innocent bystander, had been hurt in the process. Lost to the memories of the times she had spent in the other woman’s presence Ravyn could feel her heart beating with a strange kind of sympathy. In the background over the general hubbub of others talking amongst themselves she overheard the man explain to Nick that Rashell had been rushed to ICU and official reports though sketchy said the prognosis looked grim.

“It’s bad man,” he repeated with an engrossed awe. Ravyn agreed with him. After the rage of losing Jason, if Rashell died Mike was going to lose total control over the entirety of New York City and no one at this point, not even the Mayor himself was in a position to stop him – this was as bad as it was ever going to get. Blinking back at the screen Ravyn back-peddled a little and found herself caught in Nick’s reactive arms.

“We have to get out of here,” she whispered at him.

Nick nodded.

As the city continued to reel in the shock of the botched assassination attempt the two of them made their way out of the clinic and through the gates before anyone even realized they had gone.

 

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Thanks Sarah. Wow, another one for Mike's team. Poor Chas huh? Wonder who will stand up for him when the 'fit hits the shan' Glad you liked. More later.

[Ravynlee]

oh no ......

 

Oh no what??

[woodyloveslinkin]

He shooted up in front of her ....

 

*hides behind hands*

 

EDIT - omg. someone tried to kill Mikey.....omg...but someone got Rashell.....omg.......Crownless by Nightwish (kick ass power guitar/keyboard), perfect soundtrack to this chapter of the story as I am/was listening to during the last bit.

Fuck. Got me on the end of my seat again. Thank god there's a comfy carpet underneath me or I would've if I had fallen off, hit my ass big time on the floor

Dammit. I want more. Got me in and turned me off uni work. Good thing. Well done.

[Ravynlee]

He shooted up in front of her ....

 

*hides behind hands*

 

EDIT - omg. someone tried to kill Mikey.....omg...but someone got Rashell.....omg.......Crownless by Nightwish (kick ass power guitar/keyboard), perfect soundtrack to this chapter of the story as I am/was listening to during the last bit.

Fuck. Got me on the end of my seat again. Thank god there's a comfy carpet underneath me or I would've if I had fallen off, hit my ass big time on the floor

Dammit. I want more. Got me in and turned me off uni work. Good thing. Well done.

I shot up in front of him too so it's even ^^ *shakes head*

As for Mikey and Rashell well... I was sorta leading us up to that. Even the best made plans can fall apart - The poor Shinoda's huh? Aww. And glad you liked. More later. Right now it's time for work. Wanted to get that up before I left, now leaving you all in suspense for another day at least.

*muauahahaha*

Thanks again. Now go study.

[woodyloveslinkin]

I shot up in front of him too so it's even ^^ *shakes head*

As for Mikey and Rashell well... I was sorta leading us up to that. Even the best made plans can fall apart - The poor Shinoda's huh? Aww. And glad you liked. More later. Right now it's time for work. Wanted to get that up before I left, now leaving you all in suspense for another day at least.

*muauahahaha*

Thanks again. Now go study.

 

Yeah I was a bit confused about that part , in that case NAUGHTY GIRL. Meh. A hangover. But still he shouldn't have done it in front her...it's like a bit like Daniel randomly wanting to take a leak last night in front of me (and under the cover of darkness)....

I guess listening to Nightwish blaring through my headphones doesn't help really.

I don't want to. Reading this and trying to get Nightwish tabs/listening to them ain't that easy, despite the fact I am a woman and multi tasking is what we women do best. :yes:

[Pheonix791989]

ehh....*shrugs* a kiss is a kiss....thats all I really have to say. besides its fiction. but I will be honest, if it hapened in real life I'd faint and hope to not get stampeeded by a horde of angry fan girls.

[Ravynlee]

ehh....*shrugs* a kiss is a kiss....thats all I really have to say. besides its fiction. but I will be honest, if it hapened in real life I'd faint and hope to not get stampeeded by a horde of angry fan girls.

True enough *shrugs*

[Friðbjörn]

ahh when I read the first lines I thought YAY foxx shot him, but then oh noes, it was rashell...

mike's malicious plan seems to be working

[Ravynlee]

ahh when I read the first lines I thought YAY foxx shot him, but then oh noes, it was rashell...

mike's malicious plan seems to be working

Hahaha - well, now I see where YOUR loyalties lay :lol: Just kiddin' :-P

 

Thanks

 

Well I have been writing all day, done like 11 pages, am beat as hell, but wanted to get this up before I crawled in to bed. Give those of you still reading it a chance to catch up before the next update - whenever that will be *shrugs* So having said that I have NOT edited it, I have NOT proof read it, nothing. What I wrote is what you got, when I wake up I may fix it - may not too. I get lazy sometimes. Just hope it makes sense as always. So here is today's update. Hope y'all like it.

~Rav

 

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“Top story: Tragedy in Manhattan tonight as the wife of prominent businessman and anti-drug campaigner Mike Shinoda lays in New York-Presbyterian Hospital fighting for her life. Rashell Andrea, who is reported to be three months pregnant with the couple’s first child, was shot tonight as the couple exited the NBC studios earlier this evening after her husband’s much anticipated interview went live to air. There is no word as yet on her condition but those who witnessed the shooting claim to have heard several gunshots being fired from the crowd of onlookers that had gathered outside on the evening street to catch a glimpse of the man also known simply as ‘MS.’ Authorities have speculated the possibility there may have been more than one gunman involved, and as of this moment remain tight-lipped on a probable motive for the shooting. Investigations however are continuing…”

Clearing her throat Mel lowered her eyes from the television screen to survey the room without saying so much as a word. The hapless faces that blinked back from their chairs and bordering the waiting room all shared her sentiment. How could something like this have happened? Hearing the shots ricochet inside of her head Mel closed her eyes and willed the memory of the moment from her mind. Shock had set in and along with it a sense of unfathomable vulnerability watching her beloved leader drop to his knees over his wife’s body on the sidewalk. His voice, usually so cool and focused, had risen octaves higher in panic. Blood seemed to be everywhere. The scene was chaotic. Searching her fragmented memories as they played over again and again like some sadistic film reel inside her head Mel sought answers as her frown grew darker and more menacing. For months she and the rest of her posse had grown comfortable in thinking they had complete control over the city and it’s inhabitants but they were wrong. With those series of gunshots mere hours ago they had been proved gravely wrong and now the fate of Mike’s wife was on the line because of it. The moments since it happened had been for Mel at least like she were holding her breath underwater waiting for the chance to come up and breathe. Her lungs were bursting. This tension was palpable. As the EMT’s rushed his wife through Mike had remained by her side saying nothing. Still hours later and left alone in the private suite where his wife lay looked up to monitors Mike had yet to say anything. His gala night had been overshadowed but for once it was not by Chester – though general consensus even on the street whispered from virtually the moment the first shot rang out that somehow the elusive Chester Bennington was behind the whole thing. It was a sentiment too close to home for anyone in Mike’s presence to in any way deny. Along with the guilt the expectation that they were waiting for something, anything to come again bore down upon all of them like a figurative tempest approaching. The war had started but the first casualty had not only taken them all by surprise it was a costly one at that. Mel stood staring at each of her colleagues as they sat watching the newscast or sipping tepid coffee from the vending machines or pacing the linoleum like they were waiting news on the fate of their own kin, and wondered how long it would be before another familiar face amongst them was taken.

Unable to stand the silence and the generic sound of nurses walking around in their soft shoes and the sound of machines whirring and hissing from other rooms, Mel pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning against and made her way over to the closed doorway. Through the sliver of glass in the door she could see Mike’s back as he sat at Rashell’s bedside as he had been since virtually the moment she had been retrieved from surgery and stabilized in privacy. With a breath held in her lungs she tapped on the wood before she twisted the handle and inched it inward slowly.

Rashell lay recumbent on the bed. A respirator hissed, deflated and hissed again as it assisted in her breathing. Machines monitored her heartbeat, blood pressure and oxygen levels. Another was set up Mel assumed to monitor the foetal heartbeat. In the private room there were no other sounds to be heard other than that made by machines. The shades were drawn over the windows. Shadows festered in the corners and across the floor save for the solitary light that softly radiated out above the headboard. With her hair fanned out across the pillows, Rashell looked peaceful, as if she were merely asleep. The soft light from above gave her something of a pale ethereal glow, a traumatised angel of sorts. A small red graze marred her cheek and another just on her brow where she had fallen and struck the few stairs leading from the studio’s front doors. She looked smaller against the pale sheets, vulnerable, a creature worth every once of sympathy. Watching her chest rise and fall in keeping with the machines Mel dipped her eyes again before she cleared her throat once more.

“Mike,” she beckoned quietly.

Sitting still in his chair as he had been for hours now Mike barely seemed to hear anything as he stared ahead with his back turned to her, his head and shoulders stooped heavily in mourning. Though she could see his shoulders rising and falling in keeping with his breathing there was not a sound forthcoming from him, not so much as a murmur. Bravely closing the door behind her she lingered a tentative step closer and wrestled her hands into fists that she masked by crossing her arms across her chest.

“Mike?” she asked again.

Mike flinched a little and turned his head a mere fraction towards the intrusion.

“You should see someone,” she said. Mike shook his head but it was so slight it was barely perceptible. Red smears marred his shirt collar and cuffs, the majority hidden away behind the rest of his closed jacket. It was hard to tell whether any of it was his but Mike had refused treatment until his wife had been stabilised and only then had his injuries seen to. A small graze marred his arm but beneath the sleeve the wad of gauze bandage was virtually undetectable. One of the bullets, it was assumed, had nicked him before entering into his wife’s chest just piercing one of her lungs. Though it was hard to say with any degree of certainty just whom had been the intended target with Rashell coming off the worst of it, the Paramedics had been pleased the bullets had not created any irreversible damage. But the damage, figuratively speaking, had already been done regardless.

“We need to do something,” she urged him.

Though they were not traditional words of condolence or comfort, Mel was imploring Mike as much for his benefit as her own, and for the rest of the crew waiting in silence in the next room. They needed to act. Sitting around here brooding about it was solving little if anything. In some way Mel was appealing Mike’s need for vengeance, feeling something akin to it herself. As awkward as his kiss had been mere days ago Mel’s feelings for Mike were first and foremost platonic, and he was more than just her friend he was her employer. He was like family. A kiss was just a kiss – nothing untoward had come from it since nor could she see in the foreseeable future; he was married, and she was soon to be if things stayed on their current course. Granted he made her anxious sometimes, almost fearful, but she looked up to him and respected him as many people did. Seeing him here in this state was making her insides broil over with fury. If she didn’t tap this rage where it needed to go soon Mel was afraid that the bastards that perpetrated this were not only going to get away from her but that they would get off a lot lighter than what they deserved when and if she caught hold of their heinous asses in that very instant. Reaching out she tentatively lay a hand on his shoulder and quickly pulled it away again. Mike didn’t look at her this time. The only place he was looking was up into his wife’s peaceful face.

[Ravynlee]

“Is she okay?”

“Give me a minute,” he uttered.

Mel swallowed loudly and nodded to the back of his head.

A minute went by, then two.

She heard the nursing staff pass but no one else entered. The never-ending sound of machines counterbalanced by the stillness made Mel uneasy. Making a sound as if by way of apology she stepped aside to get a glimpse now at the profile of Mike’s face. It looked like it had been carved from stone. Though he obviously saw her he did not raise his eyes to look at her.

“How’s the… the baby?” she asked.

She saw Mike’s jaw clench a little tighter as he just sat there brooding.

“Fine.”

“And what did the doctors say about-?”

“Can you just give me a minute?” he reinforced a little more firmly.

He turned his head now and looked at her but only because he had to. Even in the soft light his dark eyes were seething.

Licking her dry lips Mel forced a sad smile and nodded. She glimpsed at Rashell and watched him do the same, feeling the guilt and remorse of their moment together weighting heavily on her conscience. She was struck with the notion of just how many people she had put into Rashell’s condition on his say so and couldn’t fathom the will to care as much as she probably should have. The truth of the matter was she didn’t care, the people she hurt were the ones that deserved it, not Rashell; they were drug addicts, pushers, those that cooked it, those that peddled it, the scums of the earth that stole and maimed and destroyed everyone’s lives around them in their selfish lust for personal greed and profit – it was practically an honour to dispatch every last one of them regardless how much they begged otherwise – and they often did. As Mike reminded her on many occasions they were doing this city and those watching on with interest a well overdue service. Laws could only go so far and nothing before it had worked. They had a job to do and they did it, and as such ethics and morality no longer entered into it. There was no room for mercy. Kill or be killed, that was Mike’s take on former Mayor Giuliani’s Zero Tolerance, you were for it or against, and in some ways it did appear to be working – until now. As the stillness and sterility and hiss and beeping of machines rose back up to epic proportions Mel finally decided to say her peace, keenly aware that the clock was both figuratively and literally ticking against them.

“Mike, I know it’s a bad time, but we need to do something now. We can’t just let them get away with it.”

She waited for him to snap back at her or glare or fly off the handle in a vilified rage how she were intervening on what should have been a private moment between husband and wife but his stillness and silence unnerved her. Even when he was lost in his work Mike never withdrew so completely into himself as he appeared to have done now. Smiling ever so slightly, more a miserable pout than anything, Mike continued his vigil over Rashell and eventually shook his head again sadly.

“When’s it all going to end, Mel?” he croaked. His voice was still cool and articulate but it was dry too, bordering somewhere between a grumble and a whisper. He blinked up slowly and met her beguiled eyes. “When is this shit going to stop? I just wanted someone to pay for what happened to Jay, that’s all. I didn’t want this. I spent this whole time trying to figure out how to get justice for him I didn’t stop to think what it would cost to the rest of my family, to her. Jesus Christ, the things I’ve done… Maybe I deserve this you know, but Rashell, she doesn’t. Jason didn’t. I’ve lost a brother; I’m not going to lose my wife too. Not now. Not now. This shit has to stop. It has to.”

Mel nodded. His decisiveness should have appeased her but it did the opposite. Having spent months now in his company and having seen him in almost all including the most unflattering lights, Mel wasn’t wholeheartedly sure whether Mike’s old determined drive was intact or if it was the brief and sudden sting of fear that now drove him. To think that a man that had risen from virtually nothing to lie, manipulate and literally kill his way to such a high level of success and power in such a short amount of time was now losing his proverbial edge, made Mel feel like she were walking on shaky ground. She looked at him now with equal amounts sympathy and grit. If he couldn’t be the leader she had come to revere so unflinchingly then she was going to have to step in for him. Knowing that the others were all out there, all waiting on a knife edge ready and expectant and burdened by a sense of shared guilt and responsibility, Mel repeated her question of moments ago to his distracted gaze.

“Mike, what do you want us to do?”

Mike sneered. He huffed out his breaths and went back momentarily to saying nothing. Still frowning at his wife he appeared to stew on his response a moment before he opened his mouth to speak and let the words fall out in their own due time.

“What do I want you to do? Find her. Fox. You fucking find her. Tonight. I want her heart in my hand right now. I want to squeeze the life from it myself.” He muttered. “You bring it to me and I don’t care what it takes.”

His eyes were like stones of polished onyx gleaming sinisterly as he slid them aside, making sure she had caught his every word and stared at her to make sure his message was understood clearly.

“I know it was her. It reeks of her; the only bitch with more balls than anyone else in this city,” he said. With each word the venom and momentum seemed to grow, as he told her, “You take out anyone that stands in your way. I mean it. Anyone so much as says the name Greyfoxx or Chester fucking Bennington you put a fucking hole in their heads, do you understand me? I don’t care if they’re six years old or sixty, you kill them, and you kill them all, every last one of them. I want them to know what it’s like. I want that prick to suffer. I want him to look over the bloodied corpses of everyone he’s ever loved, anyone he’s ever cared about or so much as fucking smiled at, and know how it feels to watch them die. By the time that sun comes up in the morning I want the streets to run red with his supporters. You stop at nothing, you hear me? Nothing. No mercy, you give them as much mercy as they’ve shown her. You don’t stop until it’s done, are we clear?” he said.

Turning his loathsome stare back to his wife Mike gently swept a strand of hair from her brow and let out a shaky sigh as he took her hand beneath his own and kissed it.

“Okay,” Mel said. She wished she could have said something; anything more poignant than that but the words didn’t even make it to her lips. She lingered hesitantly. Without making eye contact Mike looked aside in her direction again. It was his way of exacting confirmation as much as it was telling her to leave. Respectfully Mel nodded. To the sound of the machines hissing and beeping and the ear-ringing silence that underpinned it all, Mel lowered her eyes from the woman lying on the hospital bed and nodded her head again. A moment later she was out in the waiting room again closing the door quietly behind her.

 

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[Ravynlee]

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“What time is it?”

“Four. About 4:30.”

“It’s too dark to be daytime.”

“a.m,” Nick corrected. He watched Ravyn pull herself up with a weary groan and smirked over his shoulder amusedly.

“Ugh, I feel like shit. Where are we?”

“Don’t you remember? Under the Brooklyn Bridge. We crashed here after you took your little swan dive in the East River.”

“I did that?”

“Almost,” Nick chuckled. “It’s a good thing I took track in High School or you’d probably be stuck out around Long Island by now.”

Shifting against the steel beams and groaning as much in pain as embarrassment, Ravyn shot him a small apologetic look with her red cheeks pinched shades lighter by the cool night air.

“Sorry. I don’t know what happened. I wasn’t really feeling myself I guess. Just remember throwing up a lot. I don’t think I ever threw up that much before Nick was born.” Realising what she’d said she looked up and met his eyes with her blush intensifying. “He was my… son, once. His name was Nick too.”

Nick nodded agreeably then shrugged.

“I didn’t know you had a kid?”

“I don’t,” Ravyn replied into her lap. Her words seemed to get caught up in the endless ebb and flow of traffic thundering above them. Lost to a brief moment of reflective silence Nick sniffed and looked up across the river before asking her what happened.

“It doesn’t matter. Happened a long time ago,” she said.

The two of them shared tentative eye contact before both looking out across the water once more.

Along with the sound of cars and trucks that entered and exited the city, the clack and clatter of the number 7 train could be heard ambling it’s way towards them. They waited in this reflective silence before Ravyn cleared her throat and eventually asked him if he had a family of his own.

“No. Just me. Was engaged once but… that fell through.”

“What happened?”

Nick shrugged. “The usual. Life. What about you? You married? Divorced, right?”

“Yeah,” Ravyn nodded.

The waters beneath the blue-black rippled like spilt ink extending as far as the eye could see on both sides of her. The feeling of insignificance was amplified in the darkness. Even though New York was known as the city that never slept Ravyn couldn’t help but feel as if the rest of humanity had disappeared and all that was left now were echoes like remnants into a past she was now prisoner to.

Sitting with his arms loosely wrapped around his bent knees Nick studied her before he bumped her with his shoulder to resummon her attentions. Ignoring the startled stare she gave him he shrugged and assured her with his uncertain smirk that shit, in his words, “happened.”

“Don’t worry about it, the sickness I mean,” he told her, sounding remarkably solemn for someone who only hours ago was jabbing a syringe into both of their arms. “You’ll get used to it eventually.”

Still smirking he dropped his heels down the cement and slid off the foundation with a clap. In front of them the skyline of Manhattan glittered like a crown of sparkling jewels set against the midnight silk of sea and sky. Wandering a few steps closer to the water’s edge Nick dusted his hands on his hips before motioning that they should leave soon before the sun rose.

“Don’t want to be sleeping here when the heat kicks in. The smell is awful,” he grinned.

Watching Ravyn slide down delicately and obviously a little unsteady on her feet, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little to himself as she too dusted herself as best she could from the dust and flaking rust that sprinkled down from the overhead road works like glitter with a series of weary grunts.

“Where are we going?” she asked him.

Her mouth was so dry she felt like gagging, not helped by the smells coming back from the murky waters. She looked to Nick feeling equal amounts of anxiety and trepidation. Her head felt heavy and burdensome to keep aloft, her memories from the night before patchy and dreamlike at best.

Nick shrugged as he casually made his way over to her.

“I have some friends in the city we could crash with for a few days.”

Ravyn chewed her lips unsurely; she couldn’t help but keep looking over her shoulder.

“I really should call my sister. Just let her know that I’m okay.”

“You really think that’s a smart idea?”

“I don’t want her to worry.”

“No, you’re right. Go call her. That way when she picks you up and takes you back to the Meadow you can settle back in knowing your sister’s not worried,” Nick said sarcastically wandering away. He paused a few feet up the path to look back at her. Around them the shaded silhouettes of industrial sheds and construction littered the shoreline. The stench of fuel and oil and exhaust fumes mixed with the sea salt hung in the air thickly. As cars continued their endless stream several metres above them Nick returned to reason with her.

“Come on Rave,” he said as though they had known each other for more than just a handful of days, “you just walked out of rehab. What makes you think the second after she picks you up she won’t take you straight back? She put you there in the first place right?”

Ravyn agreed silently with her eyes low to the ground. The general feeling of isolation here on the edge of a crowded suburb in truth was making her feel more nervous than the conversation at hand did. The temperature was dropping signalling the golden hour before sunrise. Seeing a fine burst of steam escape her lips with a sigh she resumed her usual defensive stance of folded arms as Nick stood staring out across the causeway to the city glimmering in the distance.

[Ravynlee]

“Come on, you’ve got to stop living your life how what others expect of you. It’s your life, not hers. We’ll just head across town for a few days that’s all, just get our head’s straight. If you want to go back then you can. Hell I go there so much they may as well have a room ready for me all year round.”

“You have a real problem?” she wondered stupidly. Nick laughed at her but seemed no less cynical as he had since virtually the moment she had met him.

“Please. According to that place everyone has a real problem. I got busted for DUI one too many times. This last time I had a few g’s on me, nothing major, the court told me it was that or jail time. I don’t know about you but it was something of an easy choice, you know what I mean?” Nick smirked. His face was lowered but his eyes were up, it was something that Rob used to do all the time like he was never sure of his own opinion and internally cringed from it or was merely trying to accommodate for height discrepancies. Reflexively Ravyn smiled back hoping it came off more comfortable than it actually felt. The sight of the glimmering city resplendent with millions of lights ahead of her looked far more inviting than the darkness of Queens where she had earlier come from. Indeed it was an easy choice to make. Whether from the cooling climate or merely as some kind of physical and emotional support, Nick stepped in along side her closer than she normally would have allowed and struggled to keep her instinctive apprehensions and body’s rigidness as low as possible.

“You know you can trust me, right?” he asked in his confidential way, both walking along side by side with their fists jammed in hip pockets like an average couple doing the fitness thing and taking a very early morning walk out along the industrial part of town. Ravyn looked at him and nodded when he repeated his vows that he would never hurt her. Behind his words she could hear the iciness to his tone as if silently condemning her attacker’s actions with all the scorn and contempt that they were due. It was a tone she heard from her sister way back in the beginning before super-cop Joel Madden had wandered in and convinced her sister otherwise for whatever reason, and it had been a long time since she had heard it again until now.

“I can’t believe that bastard’s still walking the streets after what he did to you,” Nick declared with a shake of the head, “but it’s almost justice to think someone took it out on his wife. You can’t tell me he didn’t ask for that. If that’s not fate then I don’t know what is. She can’t be no angel, look at who she’s married to for god’s sake. She’s either clueless or is just as bad as he is, how else could you explain her wanting to bring his kid into this world?”

Silently Ravyn cringed. It came as something of a bitter pill to swallow when her son lay rotting in the ground and her attacker was let play happy families in the upper crust of New York City, it was more than downright insulting, it was cruel. Listening to Nick talk to himself Ravyn nodded trying not to think about the times she had met with Rashell and sat inside the then family home looking at family snapshots and listening to her speak with such love and respect for the man that Ravyn would so come to despise. Grief welled but went again as they continued up the path. Life had been so unfathomably cruel to her and her family, it didn’t make sense at all why someone as sick and evil and as twisted as Mike Shinoda kept getting away with things Scot-free and here she was suffering in loneliness. Hatred coated the inside of her mouth and remained there the rest of the way into the city. Half an hour later they stepped off the train and Ravyn came to a stop at the foot of a poster of Mike’s face promoting his now passed interview. Seeing this eventually Nick stopped too.

“Come on,” he urged and went back to her. Gently he slid his arm inside hers, immediately warranting again her startled stare.

“It’s okay. He won’t hurt you anymore, I promise you that. I know someone who can make sure that bastard finally gets what’s coming to him.”

“Who?” Ravyn asked blankly.

Nick’s smirk picked up again as he surveyed the platform now filling up with early morning commuters and seemed to consider it a moment. He leant close as if to share with her an intimate secret.

“It’s a surprise,” he said. When he pulled back he was grinning at her.

Beguiled but none the less intrigued Ravyn gave the poster a last lingering glimpse before she hocked back and spat at it. Beside her Nick started laughing.

“Come on,” he repeated and tugged anxiously on her arm. “Let’s go.”

Together they made their way up the stairs and out onto the bright new morning sunshine.

 

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[Ravynlee]

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Pulling his car into its usual underground park, he shut off the engine with a heavy groan. He was a portly man and as such was out of breath easily. Sitting there behind the wheel he grimaced as he rubbed at his chest, regretting his decision to stop by Denny’s on the way to work. Cheap coffee and a baguette always left him with indigestion. He knew that if his doctor or wife ever found out about his deviation to his diet one of them would kill him but for now he could smile deviously. It could be his little secret. Seeing movement in the rear view mirror behind him he looked up then out the window assuming it was that moron from security coming to let him in early. The sight of a young woman making her way over to his car door made him stir in his seat fastidiously. The girls on reception were never this early, he thought to himself, but still, what luck! Stealing another glimpse in the mirror he licked his fingers slicking them back across his austere silver-toned hair. He quickly assessed the rest of his face and frowned. Damn it, looked like he had missed a tiny spot on his chin this morning shaving. No matter. Thinking that he could distract his female audience with his charm the judge formed a beaming grin on his face as he turned his attentions back to the half-opened window.

“Can I help y-?”

He froze and fell silent. His eyes grew wide as they focussed on the hollow eye of the silencer peering just above the glass. Two shots rang out and echoed throughout the car park followed a few seconds later by the continual blare of the car horn.

Blinking down at the body slumped across the steering wheel Mel snorted to herself before she reached in and shoved it away from her. The blaring cut off sharply, causing the sound to echo with chilling finality around the concrete walls, floor and ceiling. Unscrewing the silencer from the barrel of her pistol Mel continued to survey the body, and the area, as the sound of a car could be heard approaching. She turned and waited as the security car rolled to a stop beside her and a door swung open. A man in the familiar garb of a security guard complete with radio and cap glimpsed at the body before he motioned her in to join him. ‘Jeff’ the name badge said. Climbing in and closing the door with a slam Mel looked at the name and scoffed.

“All done?” Jared asked.

Blinking back at the body lying askew across the passengers side seat Mel said nothing as she clipped her seat belt on. She smiled then to realise the body in the car beside them still wore his.

“And I thought those things were meant to save lives,” she smirked darkly at her counterpart.

Together the two of them chuckled as Jared shifted the gears and drove the car out of the car park and into the crowded early morning street.

 

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[Ravynlee]

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“Do you believe this?” Joanna asked incredulously.

“I know, first his lawyer goes into hiding, then his kid goes missing, now the judge who let him out gets whacked. Someone’s obviously sending our boy Bennington a message.”

Uttering a sound of annoyance Joanna looked at the morning news images playing on the screen before she rolled her eyes aside to Joel and shook her head at him.

“No, not that,” she corrected jutting forward the phone receiver in her fist, “I meant this! I don’t give a shit about Chester Bennington right now, or his kid for that matter. God help me. I can’t believe they just let her walk out like that without knowing where she was going or with whom. She could be anywhere in this city right now, and they know how depressed she’s been lately. Where the hell would she have gone, Joel, and why hasn’t she called me? Why didn’t they?”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” she heard Joel utter around a mouthful of cereal as he sat cross-legged on the floor in the next room. He was still dressed in the clothes he had slept in and his hair was mussed up and crazy. Beside him in her rocker Haily was reaching out towards the TV screen with her clenched little fists and her mouth open. She kicked and gurgled as if she were trying to mimic the newscaster’s speech as Joel pushed the rocker with his forearm maintaining momentum. Rubbing her face and her brow in frustration Joanna could only grimace and huff out any words left unspoken. In truth she was as much annoyed by his continually laid-back attitude as much as she was the inept staff at the so-called top-of-the-range rehab centres in the county.

“I’m sure she is, but someone still should have called me. She’s my sister. I have a right to know these things, okay?”

Whether finally sensing she was upset or was appearing now apologetic Joel met her eyes and gave her a small reassuring smile. Sweeping her hair back from her face Joanna returned the phone to it’s cradle before she huffed out a sigh and reflected one back to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just worried. I haven’t spoken to her in days. I just want to know everything’s okay, that’s all.”

On his feet now she could hear Joel approach and instantly felt guilty as he made his way towards her and set his bowl down on the counter. Slinging an arm around her he drew her into a hug against his chest and murmured words of apology against her. When she raised her eyes to meet his he planted a loving kiss on her brow.

“Tell you what, if it makes you feel better I’ll put in a call at a few friends on patrol. If she’s wandering around lost somewhere they’ll find her, okay? Someone will find her and we’ll have her back before you know it, deal?”

“Deal,” Joanna agreed. She smiled as he kissed her face again and began working his way down to her lips. Caught in a tender embrace they were interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing. With a groan Joel relinquished hold as Joanna darted eagerly for the phone. Snatching it up she thumbed a button and picked up the call before she had even caught her breath back.

“Sis?” she gasped.

The hesitant sound of a man quashed her hopes as he asked for her fiancé. With her heart sunk and her brief moment of joy with it, Joanna relinquished hold and watched on as Joel conversed with his caller.

“It’s the captain,” he said a few moments later as he hung up the phone. “Something’s happened.”

“What?” Joanna gasped. She was still too mentally involved with fears for her troubled sister to really absorb anything of what he was telling her. Something about his tone however told her it was urgent as she watched him kiss her face again and make his way out of the room. In the bedroom she met him poised in the doorway watching as he plucked his clothes up off the floor and quickly stepped back into them. Struck with the familiarity of this scenario Joanna couldn’t say anything as she lingered against the frame holding onto it with one arm and wrapping the other around herself as a gesture of comfort.

“I don’t know. He didn’t say,” Joel said, wrenching his arms through the sleeves of his button up shirt. He fumbled with the buttons before Joanna joined him to assist. Musing that there could have been a possible sighting on Bennington Joanna froze as Joel stepped around her to pull on his runners.

“Why does this man’s name keep coming up? I don’t like it,” she said, afraid of the feeling welling up now from the pit of her stomach. The truth was she hadn’t heard much about Chester until her then brother-in-law had busted him and sent his sorry ass off to prison, supposedly for life, and now here she was feeling like everywhere she turned the same man’s name kept popping up uninvited. “He makes my skin crawl,” she confessed now with both arms wrapped defensively about her chest. “I don’t understand why they couldn’t just leave him locked up in the first place. Why did they even let him out if they were that worried about him?”

[Ravynlee]

Joel shrugged. His weak explanation about recent alterations to drug-related sentences made little sense still to Joanna, all she could fathom was that the same law that had sent him away had somehow screwed up and made the mistake of letting him back out again, and the reasons were ultimately irrelevant. The one-time king pin of all things seedy was back on the same streets where she walked with her baby and it made her feel uneasy to think that he was out there somewhere like some dark cloud along side her. He could have even been behind her in line at the grocers and she wouldn’t have known it. From the moment Ravyn had let it slip in this very house mere months ago and the man’s name had been dropped with Mike’s little brother Joanna had felt like the cold hand of doom had touched her spine and had been running it’s icy fingers further up ever since. The man was dangerous, elusive and virtually impossible to catch let alone keep track of. He was the very antithesis to the often-vilified and his alleged arch-nemesis Mike Shinoda. At least Mike, even if the rumours about his so-called mob activity were to be believed, was physically doing something to make these streets a little safer. It was almost hard to believe once upon a time she despised the man so much, but in hindsight it was easy to see most of that was due to her sister’s bias and influence. Ravyn had been busy looking for someone to blame, not just for what had happened to her but to her son too and to her friend Jammer. For whatever reason Ravyn had made it her mission in life to make Mike accountable for all the wrongs that had happened in her past and Joanna had been blindly swept up in it in support, but not anymore. Watching Joel hurriedly knot up his laces Joanna glimpsed aside at the pictures in frames that lined the chest of drawers behind him. Rob was gone, Ravyn was missing, and the last thing Joanna wanted to do was lose anyone else in this gangland-style turf war raging on now in mainland New York City. She didn’t want to lose her new love to the likes of one Chester Charles Bennington or anyone of his parasitical associates, but such risks as Joel was loathe reminding her were part and parcel of his job – she just couldn’t entertain the notion that she would lose her last chance at happiness now after the recent tragedies put to rest behind her because Chester had a hard on for payback – it was ridiculous. She smiled sadly as Joel strode past with a kiss and fetched the last of his things from the table back in the kitchen and near his half-eaten breakfast. The flash of his badge as he slung the chain and billfold over his neck caused her to throw her eyes to the floor.

“Love you,” he murmured reverently against her brow in another flurry of kisses. “Thanks for breakfast. I won’t be long, okay? See you soon.”

Joanna nodded watching him walking across the room to stoop and kiss Haily before he made his way to the front door. With another small wave and a smile he was gone. She listened to the car start in the drive before she finally collapsed against the wall and nursed her face unsteadily.

“God let him come back to me,” she whispered and glimpsed up towards the ceiling.

The sound of the television playing on in the next room and Haily excitedly kicking her legs were the only sounds now to break the settling stillness. Glimpsing at the photographs tacked to the refrigerator door Joanna drew herself up with a determined huff and made her way over towards them. So many memories. So much pain. She didn’t want to live a second of any of it any longer. Reaching up she jerked them down until all that was left were magnets and to-do lists. Opening a drawer near the sink Joanna dropped them inside and slammed it shut with a thud. Then she recomposed herself and went back out to her daughter to heft into her adoring arms. She spent the rest of the morning holding or attending to her daughter just relishing in the closeness and simple love of a young child. It was, after all, all she had left as of this moment of her once happy family, she was determined not to take a second of it for granted as she had once before.

 

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(My eyes are killing me! Too many words! Haha Hope you like More later?)

[Friðbjörn]

the sisters entering a disagreement now?

and I wanna know what Joel got called to =_=

 

 

btw...I love that you took that quote haha

[Pheonix791989]

i have a feeling I am either gonna slaughter everyone or I'm going to die horribly. good read though mum. *though it seems all I do is run the fuck around for mike, what a nonexisting social life lol.* gimme benji any day. Sexy beast. lol, might make for an interesting story turn XD

[crazy robster]

OMG I swear I felt sorry for Mike in this update!! And I swear now I want him to win even more than before!! Go Mike!! Sons of b****es...!! Sorry, I'm really into it!! As for you sis... Hmmm I dunno I don't like the guy you're following there he seems more of a bad influence with that whole drug thing and all. You're getting away from your loving sister and following him?? That's the typical way young kids get brainwashed by smart drug dealers and punks and walk away from their family only to ruin their lives. Jojo is WORRIED!!!! Stop doing that to your sis, get a grip please!!!!! Haha ain't I passionate?? Anyway, everything is flowing smoothly and it's getting more and more interesting!! Kudos my sweet!! <3

 

PS: Sorry for disappearing, it's been Easter week and my bf has had a couple of days off so we have been going around all day, no time for me to get online really. But will get back to my routine soon. Love ya *hugs*

[woodyloveslinkin]

“I know' date=' first his lawyer goes into hiding, then his kid goes missing, now the judge who let him out gets whacked. Someone’s obviously sending our boy Bennington a message.”[/quote']

 

$10 it's Matt. Grr...Lol. Has anyone stopped and wondered in both stories, why Matt does so much shit to Sarah no matter what the circumstance? Wow. I must be loved to the point of know I'm always targeted by his evil schemes. He's either screwed me or screwed me over, or both.

 

 

“Top story: Tragedy in Manhattan tonight as the wife of prominent businessman and anti-drug campaigner Mike Shinoda lays in New York-Presbyterian Hospital fighting for her life. Rashell Andrea' date=' who is reported to be three months pregnant with the couple’s first child, was shot tonight as the couple exited the NBC studios earlier this evening after her husband’s much anticipated interview went live to air. There is no word as yet on her condition but those who witnessed the shooting claim to have heard several gunshots being fired from the crowd of onlookers that had gathered outside on the evening street to catch a glimpse of the man also known simply as ‘MS.’ Authorities have speculated the possibility there may have been more than one gunman involved, and as of this moment remain tight-lipped on a probable motive for the shooting. Investigations however are continuing…”[/i']

 

I really liked that intro. Very professional.

 

Shit. I can't find it. But there was one word which I've been trying forever how to spell and you've used it. Lol.

 

Anyway so far so good!! Gimme more.

[Ravynlee]

Haha aww wow, much love guys, thanks. Those reviews actually gave me ideas like you wouldn't believe. Pity I wasted my day drinking or I could have used my energy more constructively - meh, there's always tomorrow before work I suppose!

 

Mel, believe it or not you actually gave me a whole new idea. Not Benji. I can't be that direct. If MS found out he'd get a hit on you, man's developed quite a thing for you, too risky. Mmmmaybe. See where I take it. BUT I have got a whole new idea that I hadn't even considered and ties in perfectly with something way back in the beginning. Pure genius. If I could reach through the screen I'd kiss you. Ok maybe not, but the sentiment's the same regardless. Had been wondering how to address a problem and now I have a solution. Thanks! And yes well, Rob used to be his errand boy, you've sorta had that job thrust on you. Blame Bourdie for your lack of social life. Pick on the dead guy. Aww, poor Robbie, I mean Mel, haha.

 

Sarah, very pleased you liked it. I try to write how I would speak it or as close as I could think it if I were to hear it on my real life TV. Took a few re-writes but eventually got there. Mostly. And as for Matt, well, again I can't take all the credit for that. I started this before my head was out of AATM mode of sorts so Matt's devious behavior sort of followed over from there. That and I "borrowed" from your DS in a few key points (Ava and the hospital name not location for starters). Plus the little I know of Matt I think he likes to party and have a good time, so I sort of ran with that. As for only betting $10 if you want to send that via Express Money Order that'd be sweet. It's Mike you doofus. He's doing just what he set out to do; get to anyone he thinks is close to Chester, he said that back at the hospital. Okay granted he didn't take Ava but it works to Mike's benefit sorta. Sorta not too. But anyway, you get the idea right?

 

Sis, wow - speechless. Thrilled you're so into it. That's every writer's dream to hear someone say that. It's what I write for. If you don't care I lose readers, story dies, period. So awesome. Now I won't justify my character's actions, she seems to think they've been justified for her. Nick isn't a bad guy, probably as wayward and rebellious as she is. Drugs = escapism. And as for being a bad influence Rav's finally found someone she feels like she can trust so it's something I guess. We all know where Nick's affiliation lies (and it aint with MS, naturally). As everyone seems sympathetic to Mike's cause (and I love that you do, it means I did my job as a writer right in blurring that distinction between good guy and bad guy which is what I initially set out to do) I thought it was time now that Chas is out to give his side a bit of support. Yes Fribs, this is where the disagreement lies. Jojo is pro-Shinoda, Ravyn is anti-Shinoda. I have been reading your comments all along making a mental note of who seems to side more with who. Now the war is on, we all have to take sides. Mike said it best; you're either with him or against him, there is no middle ground in war (Frib, even your sig has an appropriate sentiment in times of conflict). So the sisters will come to logger-heads over something much bigger than just themselves or their petty rivalries for Rob. The Rob thing between them was a set up. In essence I wanted this division. Just as Chester is "bad" and Mike is "good" (depending) so are the rest of us. This is how I'm working up towards the final chapters. When Chas and Mike confront each other in the end so will the rest of us, Mike's posse against the Bennington mob. Very strategic. Like a game of chess almost. As for who will win even at this point I have no idea. I can quote 'Highlander' and say 'There can be only one' but who the hell am I kidding? I already invest WAAAAY too much time into this story period. Why over-think it anymore than I already do I wonder?

 

Anyway I've ranted enough and for the most part the story really should be (I hope) self explanatory (if not straight away then eventually). The thing basically comes down to one simple point; you have to choose a side - Mike or Chester. And judging from the feedback it seems pretty evident who's going to end up pitted against whom. If you don't think you've made your choice clear enough let me know now. There may still be time for your character to defect to the other side without too much drama (drama? Who am I kidding? This whole thing is nothing BUT drama! Okay, granted, but you still get my point anyway, right?) Anyway. Let me know. Seems right now Mike has more support than Chas does. See if I can help shift that balance of power somewhat

 

Well, sobering up now, so better go. More later - and thanks again. Given me much food for thought. Awesome

[woodyloveslinkin]

How about this for food for thought

"Essays-fuck-my-reading-ability-up-and-i-can't-even-afford-to-buy-milk-right-now"

But it just seems so like Matt to do it. Maybe I'm just in denial with my favouritism over Mike and Matt, just in general at least Mike hasn't entirely screwed me over. Grr..I don't even know if that sentence makes sense. Been writing DS all night.

The not taking Ava part! That's what made me think Matt did it!

[Ravynlee]

How about this for food for thought

"Essays-fuck-my-reading-ability-up-and-i-can't-even-afford-to-buy-milk-right-now"

But it just seems so like Matt to do it. Maybe I'm just in denial with my favouritism over Mike and Matt, just in general at least Mike hasn't entirely screwed me over. Grr..I don't even know if that sentence makes sense. Been writing DS all night.

The not taking Ava part! That's what made me think Matt did it!

Ahh yes, I understand that now. Mind you I reckon I'd side with you on the Mike/Matt score. Mike has technically never hurt you or your family. Matt seems to have done nothing but make a habit of it

And as for your food for thought - I dunno. At least you're doing your essays. I keep ignoring mine for writing MS. That's the burden of writing, huh? Real life gets in the way - and sometimes we ignore real life for the fictional ones we create Know which one I'd prefer *muahahaha*

[woodyloveslinkin]

I'm wondering how long it will take you to realise that there was a very big sexual connotation in my two comments ago comment (again I don't even know if that makes sense ouchies my eyes >.<). I think you have, I am not even sure what Nightwish song I'm listening to anymore, that's how out of it I am....

Good. Make it remain that way. I never hurt Mikey and Mikey never hurts me.

 

Night.

xxx