Fic: The Story Never Ends
Title: The Story Never Ends
Chapter: 8/25
Character/Pairings: Canon pairings
Word Count: 665
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
On a subway car, the Bohemians all sat in silence. Occasionally, they chanced a nervous glance at Emily, who was staring aimlessly out into space, and wondered if she was more scared then she was letting on. If what Officer Kurtz had said was true, and the Rat Fang Gang was intending to find her, for reasons unknown to them, then would Emily manage to escape them? All things considered, she might end up just like Madison. Maureen couldn’t believe how calm and unfazed Emily was acting about all this. If she was in this situation, with a murdering street gang possibly out to get her, she’d be panicking like crazy. Emily, however, looked like she was just waiting for the results on a college final.
“Roger?” The bohemians couldn’t help but jump slightly. This was the first time Emily had spoken since leaving the hospital twenty minutes ago. “You doing okay, now? You kind of freaked out on us when you saw that stuff on the news.”
“Of course I did,” Roger nodded, pulling Mimi closer to him. “That could have been Mimi they were talking about.”
“The news lady said that it was someone from a strip club, though,” Emily pointed out. The others exchanged glances. No one had ever told Emily about Mimi’s original job.
“Well, yeah,” Mimi replied finally. Emily looked at the faces of her friends, trying to read them, then suddenly began to chuckle.
“Oh, yeah, right. Like you were a stripper.” Seconds later, Emily noticed that they were all still looking serious. The smile on Emily’s face was replaced by a stunned expression. “You were a stripper?” Mimi shifted uncomfortably in her seat, Roger gently rubbing her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. Maureen and Mark, on the other hand, were watching Emily, waiting for her reaction. Emily looked like she was taking a moment to wrap her mind around this. But then, to everyone’s surprise, she let out a short breathy laugh.
“Okay, I have to know,” Emily turned to Mimi. “How’d you manage to do that? Get up in front of thousands of strangers and do… that? That’s gotta take lot of guts!”
“You mean, you’re impressed?” Maureen asked.
“Of course! Look at me; I get a little uncomfortable changing in front of my pet potbellied pig, Wenceslas, but Mimi on the other hand,… oh, wow. Man, I wish I could be that fearless.” Mark noticed Maureen looked like she was about to point out how cool Emily was acting with the whole Rat Fang situation, and nudged her.
“We didn’t hear all that, remember?” He reminded in a low whisper. Maureen nodded, but still couldn’t forget the things they had heard when Emily had been talking with Officer Kurtz. It hadn't been that long ago since they had lost Angel. How could they possibly cope if they lost Emily as well, especially when the photographer had just became a part of their extended family only recently? However, when she continued to watch Emily, who was now talking and laughing with Mimi about random things, she started to wonder if this was how Emily was staying so cool while her life could possibly be at stake; by finding something, anything, that could distract her, and just push it to the very back of her mind for the time being. Maureen suddenly remembered something her mother had told her once when she had been waiting anxiously for her high school report card to come in the mail: Worrying about something that’s no longer in your hands won’t change the ultimate outcome. Sometimes, all you can do is wait and hope for the best.
Maureen had always been the excitable one, flying off the handle at the drop of a hat. But when she thought about it now, she had to admit that, at times, that was a wise course of action.
'No day but today.' Maureen reminded herself, as the subway car came to their stop.
Chapter: 8/25
Character/Pairings: Canon pairings
Word Count: 665
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
On a subway car, the Bohemians all sat in silence. Occasionally, they chanced a nervous glance at Emily, who was staring aimlessly out into space, and wondered if she was more scared then she was letting on. If what Officer Kurtz had said was true, and the Rat Fang Gang was intending to find her, for reasons unknown to them, then would Emily manage to escape them? All things considered, she might end up just like Madison. Maureen couldn’t believe how calm and unfazed Emily was acting about all this. If she was in this situation, with a murdering street gang possibly out to get her, she’d be panicking like crazy. Emily, however, looked like she was just waiting for the results on a college final.
“Roger?” The bohemians couldn’t help but jump slightly. This was the first time Emily had spoken since leaving the hospital twenty minutes ago. “You doing okay, now? You kind of freaked out on us when you saw that stuff on the news.”
“Of course I did,” Roger nodded, pulling Mimi closer to him. “That could have been Mimi they were talking about.”
“The news lady said that it was someone from a strip club, though,” Emily pointed out. The others exchanged glances. No one had ever told Emily about Mimi’s original job.
“Well, yeah,” Mimi replied finally. Emily looked at the faces of her friends, trying to read them, then suddenly began to chuckle.
“Oh, yeah, right. Like you were a stripper.” Seconds later, Emily noticed that they were all still looking serious. The smile on Emily’s face was replaced by a stunned expression. “You were a stripper?” Mimi shifted uncomfortably in her seat, Roger gently rubbing her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. Maureen and Mark, on the other hand, were watching Emily, waiting for her reaction. Emily looked like she was taking a moment to wrap her mind around this. But then, to everyone’s surprise, she let out a short breathy laugh.
“Okay, I have to know,” Emily turned to Mimi. “How’d you manage to do that? Get up in front of thousands of strangers and do… that? That’s gotta take lot of guts!”
“You mean, you’re impressed?” Maureen asked.
“Of course! Look at me; I get a little uncomfortable changing in front of my pet potbellied pig, Wenceslas, but Mimi on the other hand,… oh, wow. Man, I wish I could be that fearless.” Mark noticed Maureen looked like she was about to point out how cool Emily was acting with the whole Rat Fang situation, and nudged her.
“We didn’t hear all that, remember?” He reminded in a low whisper. Maureen nodded, but still couldn’t forget the things they had heard when Emily had been talking with Officer Kurtz. It hadn't been that long ago since they had lost Angel. How could they possibly cope if they lost Emily as well, especially when the photographer had just became a part of their extended family only recently? However, when she continued to watch Emily, who was now talking and laughing with Mimi about random things, she started to wonder if this was how Emily was staying so cool while her life could possibly be at stake; by finding something, anything, that could distract her, and just push it to the very back of her mind for the time being. Maureen suddenly remembered something her mother had told her once when she had been waiting anxiously for her high school report card to come in the mail: Worrying about something that’s no longer in your hands won’t change the ultimate outcome. Sometimes, all you can do is wait and hope for the best.
Maureen had always been the excitable one, flying off the handle at the drop of a hat. But when she thought about it now, she had to admit that, at times, that was a wise course of action.
'No day but today.' Maureen reminded herself, as the subway car came to their stop.