Fic: The Story Never Ends
Title: The Story Never Ends
Chapter: 7/25
Character/Pairings: Canon pairings
Word Count: 1,483
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: The bohemians continue their lives as they attempt to help out a new friend. However, in doing so, they end up getting seriously involved in a string of mass rapings and murders that has erupted in the city.
Notes: The first RENT fic I ever wrote. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to put this? It's obvious I own nothing.
Previous Chapters
As Roger ran through the streets, he barely noticed how all sound had seemed to completely die, as if he had been dropped into a cone of silence. Even his vision had grown blurry around the edges, as it threatened to fail him, too. It was if time itself had stopped, and he was the only one who had escaped the clock’s binding chains.
It couldn’t be her! Oh, please, no, not again! He shouldn’t have left her side. He should have kissed her longer before going after Emily. He should of, oh, God, please! Not again!
He had no idea how long he’d been running, but the second he saw the police barrier around the crime scene, all sound came rushing back so fast, it made his ears hurt. There was a large stitch in his side as well. But none of that mattered.
“Roger, wait!” Mark cried as he, Maureen and Emily finally managed to catch up. The musician, however, refused to listen to his best friend and strode forward. One of the cops moving around the scene took notice of Roger and moved into his path.
“I’m sorry, son, but I’m afraid you can’t come in here.”
“Out of my way!” Roger snarled, trying to push the cop out of the way, or at least get a glimpse of her, panic beginning to overtake him.
“Roger, please!” Mark begged. “We don’t know anything yet!”
“LET ME SEE! GET OUT OF MY WAY!” Roger and the cop were practically trying to outmuscle each other at this point. At that moment, two medics pushed a gurney out of the ally, the body lying atop it completely covered. The second he saw this, Roger’s legs gave way.
“No,” he whispered, the tears finally starting to flow. “Oh, please, no. This isn’t happening.”
“Roger.” Mark’s hand dropped onto his shoulder, only to be swatted away roughly.
“Don’t touch me!” Roger growled.
“Roger, listen!” Mark repeated.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!”
“Roger.” The last voice that called his name made Roger’s heart stop instantly. Once again, his ears registered no sound. Slowly, he finally looked up, taking an eternity to turn around. The sight waiting for him resulted in his breath getting caught in his throat.
Mimi.
For the longest time, Roger remained on his knees, staring at his beautiful Latina dancer who was standing there, taking in everything, her hair, her lips, those wonderful brown eyes that he adored, everything to convince himself that she was really there, and that he wasn’t just imagining it. Finally, the feeling in his legs returned, and in one quick movement, he was on his feet, enclosing Mimi into his arms tightly.
“Mimi! Oh, Baby!” He gasped. “Thank God! I was so scared! So scared!” He inhaled her scent deeply, as if he was determined to make this moment last for all time, the tears still falling from his cheeks and getting caught in her hair. Only this time, they were tears of sheer joy. “Mimi, I love you!”
“Mimi, do you know who that was?” Mark asked, as Roger repeatedly continued to stroke her hair and kiss her forehead in relief.
“It’s Madison,” Mimi replied softly. “She had just started working at the Cat Scratch when I left. The moment I saw it on the news, I had to come over to see who it was.”
As the medics started to place Madison’s body into the ambulance, the sheet that covered her got tangled up in the spoke of the gurney wheel, which resulted in the cloth to be pulled halfway down, revealing the girl’s face and body was horribly slashed, with blood everywhere. One of the senior medics strode forward to help the other two recover the body.
“Emily!” Maureen cried suddenly. “Are you okay?” Looking over at Emily, the friends saw that she was staring at the gurney, as pale as a sheet. She was shaking like crazy, and looked like she was about to be sick. Before anyone could do anything, Emily’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.
“Emily!” Mark and Maureen quickly knelt down to check up on their friend.
“Step aside!” The cop who had stopped Roger earlier appeared at their side, looking down at Emily in concern. “Pick her up!” He tossed out an order to a group of cops who were standing nearby.
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Shortly afterward, Mark, Roger, Mimi, and Maureen were standing by in a hospital room, Emily still unconscious on the bed. The cop, who had went with them, introducing himself as Officer Kurtz, was currently interviewing Mimi, on the basis that she had known Madison. As the interview concluded, Dr. Jordan entered the room.
“Mr. Cohen,” Dr. Jordan began, recognizing the filmmaker. “Could you please tell me what happened to Miss Goodhall?” Mark quickly explained the story of what had happened at the crime scene.
“..And Emily, she was just standing there, looking like she was going to throw up, and then…” Dr. Jordan held up a hand, indicating silence.
“Thank you, Mr. Cohen,” Dr. Jordan nodded. “There is no need to say anything more. Wait here.” Dr. Jordan stepped out of the room and returned soon afterwards, this time holding a glass bottle labeled ‘ammonium carbonate’. Dr. Jordan unscrewed the cap off the bottle and passed the mouth of the bottle under Emily’s nose. Emily instantly inhaled as her eyes snapped open. Groaning, she slowly sat up, rubbing at her temple.
“Miss Goodhall,” Dr. Jordan explained to the bohemians, “has a rather strong case of hemophobia, the fear of blood. Just the sight of it... well, I trust you all saw what happened.” Emily made a small noise at this point, and Dr. Jordan gave her an understanding look. “I’ve told you before, Miss Goodhall, it’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. A lot of people are hemophobics.
“Now, you’ll have to excuse me.” Dr. Jordan left the room with a grim expression now on his face. “I have an autopsy to go perform.”
“Okay then, let’s have it.” Emily looked over at her friends. “Go ahead and tell me that I’m pathetic, loosing it like that.”
“Hey, it’s okay, Emily,” Maureen assured. “Dr. Jordan’ right. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Excuse me, everyone,” Officer Kurtz interrupted. “But I would like a private word with Miss Goodhall. Could you all step into the hall for a minute?” The bohemians obeyed, but as soon as the door had closed, they immediately started eavesdropping.
“Officer Kurtz, I heard the news broadcast,” Emily said. “Is it the Rat Fang Gang again?”
“At the present time, Miss Goodhall, we don’t know anything. But it certainly looks like they’ve come back. That’s why I think you’ll understand why I’m asking you to…”
“Officer Kurtz!” Emily sounded panicked now. “I can’t leave the city! The children at The Center need me! And I can’t leave Penny, you know I can’t! You can’t just ask me to abandon them!”
“Miss Goodhall, if the Rat Fangs have indeed returned, you have to understand that you might not be safe for much longer. I can’t offer you police protection twenty-four seven. We all have other things to see to.”
“I’m staying.” Emily insisted.
“Miss Goodhall, be reasonable!” Officer Kurtz repeated, this time sounding deeply concerned for the girl. “Zack wouldn’t have wanted his sister staying in the city where she might no longer be safe.”
“Zack wouldn’t have run off to save his skin. He’d have stayed and continued to look after me, regardless of the danger he might have been in. So, you must understand why I can’t just go off to a place that’s safe, and leave those children behind, leave Penny behind. You can’t tell me to agree to being taken off to a safe place outside the city, Officer Kurtz. Because not only would I spend the whole time worrying about Penny, for starters, but they also would find me, no matter where I go. If they decide to come after me, no city border will stop them. They’ll track me down no matter where I go, or have you forgotten my mom and dad? There is no safe place from the Rat Fang Gang. I’m staying.”
“You realize that if they find you…”
“That just means I’ll be reunited with my family sooner rather then later.” A long sigh from Officer Kurtz was heard.
“Lord be with you, Miss Goodhall.” Officer Kurtz then started to head for the door, with the eavesdropping bohemians all jumping back to keep from getting caught. Officer Kurtz bid goodbye to the four friends before leaving the hospital.
“What was that about?” Maureen whispered.
“Don’t know,” Mark replied, glancing into the room where Emily was out of bed and getting her things together to leave. “But we can’t ask her. Remember, we weren’t supposed to have heard all that.”
Chapter: 7/25
Character/Pairings: Canon pairings
Word Count: 1,483
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: The bohemians continue their lives as they attempt to help out a new friend. However, in doing so, they end up getting seriously involved in a string of mass rapings and murders that has erupted in the city.
Notes: The first RENT fic I ever wrote. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to put this? It's obvious I own nothing.
Previous Chapters
As Roger ran through the streets, he barely noticed how all sound had seemed to completely die, as if he had been dropped into a cone of silence. Even his vision had grown blurry around the edges, as it threatened to fail him, too. It was if time itself had stopped, and he was the only one who had escaped the clock’s binding chains.
It couldn’t be her! Oh, please, no, not again! He shouldn’t have left her side. He should have kissed her longer before going after Emily. He should of, oh, God, please! Not again!
He had no idea how long he’d been running, but the second he saw the police barrier around the crime scene, all sound came rushing back so fast, it made his ears hurt. There was a large stitch in his side as well. But none of that mattered.
“Roger, wait!” Mark cried as he, Maureen and Emily finally managed to catch up. The musician, however, refused to listen to his best friend and strode forward. One of the cops moving around the scene took notice of Roger and moved into his path.
“I’m sorry, son, but I’m afraid you can’t come in here.”
“Out of my way!” Roger snarled, trying to push the cop out of the way, or at least get a glimpse of her, panic beginning to overtake him.
“Roger, please!” Mark begged. “We don’t know anything yet!”
“LET ME SEE! GET OUT OF MY WAY!” Roger and the cop were practically trying to outmuscle each other at this point. At that moment, two medics pushed a gurney out of the ally, the body lying atop it completely covered. The second he saw this, Roger’s legs gave way.
“No,” he whispered, the tears finally starting to flow. “Oh, please, no. This isn’t happening.”
“Roger.” Mark’s hand dropped onto his shoulder, only to be swatted away roughly.
“Don’t touch me!” Roger growled.
“Roger, listen!” Mark repeated.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!”
“Roger.” The last voice that called his name made Roger’s heart stop instantly. Once again, his ears registered no sound. Slowly, he finally looked up, taking an eternity to turn around. The sight waiting for him resulted in his breath getting caught in his throat.
Mimi.
For the longest time, Roger remained on his knees, staring at his beautiful Latina dancer who was standing there, taking in everything, her hair, her lips, those wonderful brown eyes that he adored, everything to convince himself that she was really there, and that he wasn’t just imagining it. Finally, the feeling in his legs returned, and in one quick movement, he was on his feet, enclosing Mimi into his arms tightly.
“Mimi! Oh, Baby!” He gasped. “Thank God! I was so scared! So scared!” He inhaled her scent deeply, as if he was determined to make this moment last for all time, the tears still falling from his cheeks and getting caught in her hair. Only this time, they were tears of sheer joy. “Mimi, I love you!”
“Mimi, do you know who that was?” Mark asked, as Roger repeatedly continued to stroke her hair and kiss her forehead in relief.
“It’s Madison,” Mimi replied softly. “She had just started working at the Cat Scratch when I left. The moment I saw it on the news, I had to come over to see who it was.”
As the medics started to place Madison’s body into the ambulance, the sheet that covered her got tangled up in the spoke of the gurney wheel, which resulted in the cloth to be pulled halfway down, revealing the girl’s face and body was horribly slashed, with blood everywhere. One of the senior medics strode forward to help the other two recover the body.
“Emily!” Maureen cried suddenly. “Are you okay?” Looking over at Emily, the friends saw that she was staring at the gurney, as pale as a sheet. She was shaking like crazy, and looked like she was about to be sick. Before anyone could do anything, Emily’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.
“Emily!” Mark and Maureen quickly knelt down to check up on their friend.
“Step aside!” The cop who had stopped Roger earlier appeared at their side, looking down at Emily in concern. “Pick her up!” He tossed out an order to a group of cops who were standing nearby.
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Shortly afterward, Mark, Roger, Mimi, and Maureen were standing by in a hospital room, Emily still unconscious on the bed. The cop, who had went with them, introducing himself as Officer Kurtz, was currently interviewing Mimi, on the basis that she had known Madison. As the interview concluded, Dr. Jordan entered the room.
“Mr. Cohen,” Dr. Jordan began, recognizing the filmmaker. “Could you please tell me what happened to Miss Goodhall?” Mark quickly explained the story of what had happened at the crime scene.
“..And Emily, she was just standing there, looking like she was going to throw up, and then…” Dr. Jordan held up a hand, indicating silence.
“Thank you, Mr. Cohen,” Dr. Jordan nodded. “There is no need to say anything more. Wait here.” Dr. Jordan stepped out of the room and returned soon afterwards, this time holding a glass bottle labeled ‘ammonium carbonate’. Dr. Jordan unscrewed the cap off the bottle and passed the mouth of the bottle under Emily’s nose. Emily instantly inhaled as her eyes snapped open. Groaning, she slowly sat up, rubbing at her temple.
“Miss Goodhall,” Dr. Jordan explained to the bohemians, “has a rather strong case of hemophobia, the fear of blood. Just the sight of it... well, I trust you all saw what happened.” Emily made a small noise at this point, and Dr. Jordan gave her an understanding look. “I’ve told you before, Miss Goodhall, it’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. A lot of people are hemophobics.
“Now, you’ll have to excuse me.” Dr. Jordan left the room with a grim expression now on his face. “I have an autopsy to go perform.”
“Okay then, let’s have it.” Emily looked over at her friends. “Go ahead and tell me that I’m pathetic, loosing it like that.”
“Hey, it’s okay, Emily,” Maureen assured. “Dr. Jordan’ right. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Excuse me, everyone,” Officer Kurtz interrupted. “But I would like a private word with Miss Goodhall. Could you all step into the hall for a minute?” The bohemians obeyed, but as soon as the door had closed, they immediately started eavesdropping.
“Officer Kurtz, I heard the news broadcast,” Emily said. “Is it the Rat Fang Gang again?”
“At the present time, Miss Goodhall, we don’t know anything. But it certainly looks like they’ve come back. That’s why I think you’ll understand why I’m asking you to…”
“Officer Kurtz!” Emily sounded panicked now. “I can’t leave the city! The children at The Center need me! And I can’t leave Penny, you know I can’t! You can’t just ask me to abandon them!”
“Miss Goodhall, if the Rat Fangs have indeed returned, you have to understand that you might not be safe for much longer. I can’t offer you police protection twenty-four seven. We all have other things to see to.”
“I’m staying.” Emily insisted.
“Miss Goodhall, be reasonable!” Officer Kurtz repeated, this time sounding deeply concerned for the girl. “Zack wouldn’t have wanted his sister staying in the city where she might no longer be safe.”
“Zack wouldn’t have run off to save his skin. He’d have stayed and continued to look after me, regardless of the danger he might have been in. So, you must understand why I can’t just go off to a place that’s safe, and leave those children behind, leave Penny behind. You can’t tell me to agree to being taken off to a safe place outside the city, Officer Kurtz. Because not only would I spend the whole time worrying about Penny, for starters, but they also would find me, no matter where I go. If they decide to come after me, no city border will stop them. They’ll track me down no matter where I go, or have you forgotten my mom and dad? There is no safe place from the Rat Fang Gang. I’m staying.”
“You realize that if they find you…”
“That just means I’ll be reunited with my family sooner rather then later.” A long sigh from Officer Kurtz was heard.
“Lord be with you, Miss Goodhall.” Officer Kurtz then started to head for the door, with the eavesdropping bohemians all jumping back to keep from getting caught. Officer Kurtz bid goodbye to the four friends before leaving the hospital.
“What was that about?” Maureen whispered.
“Don’t know,” Mark replied, glancing into the room where Emily was out of bed and getting her things together to leave. “But we can’t ask her. Remember, we weren’t supposed to have heard all that.”