Hey, Maggie?
What?
What does one 4 door Geo, 3 naked men and 1 dumb women have in common?
What?
What?
What!
Oh, nevermind.
Shock was like this or so she thought as she was trying to take in the scene of Bill chasing Fijshbowl around the parking lot. She was in shock- what else could it be?
She knew there were at least six other people who had come outside to watch the display and stood there gawking alongside her. Would any of them have a camera in their cell phone? Would this be on the news in the morning? What in the name of Elvis Presley was she going to do now?
Nope, nothing was coming.
She looked down at the sweats in the bag in her hands.
What was she doing here? Wasn't her life in shambles anyway?
Go home Maggie. Go home now and leave the idiots behind.
So she did. Well, she tried to anyway. At least she made it as far as her car.
She had her keys out when Fishbowl plowed into her, sending her sprawling, the keys went scrittering away. The mercy was she fell on the bag of sweats which cushioned her fall. Not that it helped much since Bill who had been closing in for the kill tripped over her and maced them both in the collapse.
Someone was screaming.
Someone was crying
and someone was cussing.
Maggie sat up in the parking lot and closed her mouth- which was on fire along with her face.
Strangely the cussing stopped. She tried to looked around through the haze. Fishbowl was curled up a couple of feet away from her, there was blood on his face and he was crying in gasping sobs.
So who was screaming then?
Bill was.
Apparently his armed had turned inward after tripping over her and he had gassed himself full in the face with his can of mace. He was also nearby writhing on the pavement in very vocal agony. Idiot!
A shadow fell over her and pulled her to her feet- it was a tall handsome man in brand new clothing. This seemed as surreal as everything else. She tried to speak and opened her mouth but shut it immediately as the burning sensation began again. The man turned her around and propelled her towards the car. On the way, he reached around her, scooped up the keys and put them in her hand.
Somehow she got the door open and found the other man already sitting in the car- in a dress that was at least to sizes to short and had several "hello kitty" stencils on it. She blinked at him a few times before remembering that she was supposed to be driving. Absently she popped the trunk, heard something heavy being dropped in it and it slamming shut. Then the shadow which somehow translated into that Walker guy got in the car and laid a hand over her shaking ones which were on the steering wheel.
"We should go."
Later she would swear it was a dream. Later she was not sure that it had happened exactly like that. Later she would look at the Police Chief and shrug and say that yes, she must have been drinking.
What?
What does one 4 door Geo, 3 naked men and 1 dumb women have in common?
What?
What?
What!
Oh, nevermind.
Shock was like this or so she thought as she was trying to take in the scene of Bill chasing Fijshbowl around the parking lot. She was in shock- what else could it be?
She knew there were at least six other people who had come outside to watch the display and stood there gawking alongside her. Would any of them have a camera in their cell phone? Would this be on the news in the morning? What in the name of Elvis Presley was she going to do now?
Nope, nothing was coming.
She looked down at the sweats in the bag in her hands.
What was she doing here? Wasn't her life in shambles anyway?
Go home Maggie. Go home now and leave the idiots behind.
So she did. Well, she tried to anyway. At least she made it as far as her car.
She had her keys out when Fishbowl plowed into her, sending her sprawling, the keys went scrittering away. The mercy was she fell on the bag of sweats which cushioned her fall. Not that it helped much since Bill who had been closing in for the kill tripped over her and maced them both in the collapse.
Someone was screaming.
Someone was crying
and someone was cussing.
Maggie sat up in the parking lot and closed her mouth- which was on fire along with her face.
Strangely the cussing stopped. She tried to looked around through the haze. Fishbowl was curled up a couple of feet away from her, there was blood on his face and he was crying in gasping sobs.
So who was screaming then?
Bill was.
Apparently his armed had turned inward after tripping over her and he had gassed himself full in the face with his can of mace. He was also nearby writhing on the pavement in very vocal agony. Idiot!
A shadow fell over her and pulled her to her feet- it was a tall handsome man in brand new clothing. This seemed as surreal as everything else. She tried to speak and opened her mouth but shut it immediately as the burning sensation began again. The man turned her around and propelled her towards the car. On the way, he reached around her, scooped up the keys and put them in her hand.
Somehow she got the door open and found the other man already sitting in the car- in a dress that was at least to sizes to short and had several "hello kitty" stencils on it. She blinked at him a few times before remembering that she was supposed to be driving. Absently she popped the trunk, heard something heavy being dropped in it and it slamming shut. Then the shadow which somehow translated into that Walker guy got in the car and laid a hand over her shaking ones which were on the steering wheel.
"We should go."
Later she would swear it was a dream. Later she was not sure that it had happened exactly like that. Later she would look at the Police Chief and shrug and say that yes, she must have been drinking.
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