Opposites Attract (Katie&Cook) Chapter 1
Katie & Cook,
After the last episode with Cook and Freddie
They all sat in Effy's living room. Silence.
Effy asleep in an armchair. Everyone else either on the couch or the ground.
Everyone but Cook and Freddie of course.
Cook
He stumbled blindly through the park in pitch black, dew soaking into his blood spattered trainers. His hands groped against the wall of the public toilet, feeling his way into an entry to the toilets, leaving a trail of blood across the brick wall. The automatic light blinked slightly, then came on- Cook saw his reflection, bloody and battered. But that wasn't uncommon- it was the events of tonights that made his appearance different.
He'd killed that Foster fuck, but only in vengeance of Freddie. That pussy thought a sodding bat would kill James Cook! Cook cried as he beat him to his death, obliterating Foster's face. After all, it was all Cook's fault. He'd let Effy go, and Freddie had pounced on her in delight. And now her fucking psychiatrist had taken Freddie's life. God, it was a messed up world.
Cook felt liquid run down his unshaven face, not sure whether it was blood or tears. Running the tap, he cupped his hands under the flow- rinsing the only token of tonight down the drain. Blood spilling into water. Looking up into the mirror again, he realized he was crying. Thoughts were racing through his mind.
" Was it quick ? Did Freddie suffer? "
He collapsed against the wall, sliding down it until he was crouching. Then he let it all out. His choked sobs echoed around him, Cook crying was such an ugly thing.
Katie
"Why aren't we out there looking for him ?" Katie asked everyone else from the kitchen.
Of course none of them knew Freddie was dead but Cook.
No-one answered, because although they all had questioned themselves the same thing, everyone had lost hope. But Katie, dearest Katie- she still loved Freddie with an undying passion. She denied their doubts, because Freddie was going to pop through Effie's door any day now. Any day...
She walked into the lounge, everyone warily looked at her with their tired eyes.
"He's gone, Katie" the sleep encrusted slits said to her.
As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul. Their souls were tormented, tired and had not a pinch left of faith.
And then Cook came in. His clothes were bloodied and he reeked of body odor.
"What the fuck Cook ?" Naomi, suddenly wide awake said, tearing off the quilt around her and Emily and rushed up to him.
He embraced her, still crying
" He's gone Naomi, he gone. I found him. He's dead"
O.K so, i feel very unsatisfied- please tell me what you'd like to happen between Katie/Cook, and critique. Because this feels like a shitty piece of writing. But i guess we had to start somewhere..
:)
After the last episode with Cook and Freddie
They all sat in Effy's living room. Silence.
Effy asleep in an armchair. Everyone else either on the couch or the ground.
Everyone but Cook and Freddie of course.
Cook
He stumbled blindly through the park in pitch black, dew soaking into his blood spattered trainers. His hands groped against the wall of the public toilet, feeling his way into an entry to the toilets, leaving a trail of blood across the brick wall. The automatic light blinked slightly, then came on- Cook saw his reflection, bloody and battered. But that wasn't uncommon- it was the events of tonights that made his appearance different.
He'd killed that Foster fuck, but only in vengeance of Freddie. That pussy thought a sodding bat would kill James Cook! Cook cried as he beat him to his death, obliterating Foster's face. After all, it was all Cook's fault. He'd let Effy go, and Freddie had pounced on her in delight. And now her fucking psychiatrist had taken Freddie's life. God, it was a messed up world.
Cook felt liquid run down his unshaven face, not sure whether it was blood or tears. Running the tap, he cupped his hands under the flow- rinsing the only token of tonight down the drain. Blood spilling into water. Looking up into the mirror again, he realized he was crying. Thoughts were racing through his mind.
" Was it quick ? Did Freddie suffer? "
He collapsed against the wall, sliding down it until he was crouching. Then he let it all out. His choked sobs echoed around him, Cook crying was such an ugly thing.
Katie
"Why aren't we out there looking for him ?" Katie asked everyone else from the kitchen.
Of course none of them knew Freddie was dead but Cook.
No-one answered, because although they all had questioned themselves the same thing, everyone had lost hope. But Katie, dearest Katie- she still loved Freddie with an undying passion. She denied their doubts, because Freddie was going to pop through Effie's door any day now. Any day...
She walked into the lounge, everyone warily looked at her with their tired eyes.
"He's gone, Katie" the sleep encrusted slits said to her.
As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul. Their souls were tormented, tired and had not a pinch left of faith.
And then Cook came in. His clothes were bloodied and he reeked of body odor.
"What the fuck Cook ?" Naomi, suddenly wide awake said, tearing off the quilt around her and Emily and rushed up to him.
He embraced her, still crying
" He's gone Naomi, he gone. I found him. He's dead"
O.K so, i feel very unsatisfied- please tell me what you'd like to happen between Katie/Cook, and critique. Because this feels like a shitty piece of writing. But i guess we had to start somewhere..
:)