Hey ho, what do you know? Only one week had to go by. Do I rock, or what? Now don't all of you go e-mailing me at once telling me how much you love me for getting a section done so soon. LOL Well, the standard crap applies here--don't read this if you can't for whatever reason, or if it offends you, or you're weak of heart and homo-sex might make you palpitate. If you have any questions, answers, comments, concerns, want to say hi, blah blah blah, e-mail me worknprog@yahoo.com! So, ready to see who the stalker is? EG On with the story......
"Baby, someday maybe, who knows where or when, Lord. Just you wait and see. Let me hold you. Together hand in hand. Alone forever. 'Cause I want just you and me. This time is gonna change it all, I know it's true. Our love is gonna keep on growing. And growin's all we gotta do. All we gotta do, yeah!"~'Keep On Growin', Sheryl Crow.
Bad Boy B-Rok: The Stripper Movie (Part 18)
"Goddamnit, take your fucking hands off of me!" Brian and I stood there on the lawn as the pair of cops pulled the guy out of the house. "Hold still you little punk!" One cop screamed at the guy as they tried to yank him out onto the porch.
Brian and I watched in amazement as the two full grown men tried to yank what looked like a scrawny little kid out of Barb's house. Brian's eyes were wide as the cops and the intruder cussed and fought with each other. It seemed like hour before the cops finally pulled the guy out of the house and threw him down on the lawn less than five feet from Brian and me and tackled him. I saw the blonde tussle of hair and looked down at the guy and immediately my jaw dropped.
"Devon?!?! What the hell are YOU doing here?" I practically screamed. "What the..." Brian agreed. "Will you get these assholes off of me?" Devon squealed under the weight of the guys on top of him.
I didn't know what to do. I was so confused.
"Do you know this guy?" One of the officers looked up at Brian and me. "Yeah, that's Devon Sawa." Brian stated.
The name didn't seem to ring a bell with the cop.
"The actor?" Devon looked up hatefully at the cop. "You can let him go, officer. I know him, he's okay." I woke up from my confusion. "Are you sure?" The other cop looked up from his position of pinning Devon's left arm with his knee. "Yeah, he's not gonna hurt anyone." I sighed as the officers stood slowly, pulling Devon up off the ground with them. "He sure as hell gave us a tangle!" The officer on Devon's right announced angrily, staring right at Devon. "Well I wouldn't have had to except you woke my ass up, yanked me off the couch and dragged me out here by my hair!" Devon screamed right at the officer.
The officer didn't reply, he just snapped his head in Devon's direction and stared right at him angrily. Devon quickly got silent and looked away from the officer.
"Officers, we're really sorry we made you come out here for this, but we would rather be safe than sorry." Brian spoke up quickly, trying to get everyone's mind off of the wrestling match that just took place. "That's quite alright. We understand." The sensible officer answered. "Thank you so much for coming, though." I added quickly. "We certainly appreciate it." "No problem," The 'bad cop' answered, but kept looking at Devon,"But you better watch it from now on."
The officer punctuated his stated by pointing at Devon. Devon just sneered.
"Thank you, officer. I'm sure he'll be more careful from now on." I answered for Devon, then grabbed him by the shoulders and drug him towards the house.
Brian stayed behind and exchanged a few pleasantries with the cops as I drug Devon all the way up to the porch.
"What the hell are you doing here, Devon?!?" I held him by his shoulders and stared into his eyes. "Jesus, Matt. What the hell is wrong with you?" Devon broke away from me. "I'm sorry. But really, what are you doing here in Barb's house?" I apologized, but asked him the same question again. "Barbara asked me to come over. Damn, can't I come over when invited?" Devon snorted. "Where is Barb?" I asked quickly. "I don't know. She wasn't here when I got here, and I was fucking tired as hell, so I laid down on the couch." Devon explained. "How long have you been here?" I grilled him again. "About an hour...." "Devon, what the hell are you doing here?" Brian ran up. "Barb invited him." I looked at Brian, exchanging a glance with him. "So you've been here for an hour and Barb never showed up?" "No, she never fucking showed up!" Devon replied very loudly.
Brian and I just turned our heads and looked at each other, not knowing whether to believe Devon or not, and getting really really scared for Barb.
"What the hell is wrong with you two? What's wrong with Barb?" Devon asked quickly, seeing the looks on our faces. "Come on!" Brian ordered quickly and dashed into the house.
I was right behind Brian. Devon quickly followed, right on my heels. We all three ran right into the living room. Nothing looked out of place, but I immediately got an eerie vibe from being in the house again after the stalker had broken in. I looked back and forth, looking for any sign that Barb had been there at all. The more I looked, the less I saw, I became frantic.
"Okay, Devon, Matt. I'll take down here. You guys run upstairs and see if you can find anything. She would've left a note or something if she came here first." Brian suggested. "Why are we looking for Barb?" Devon asked quickly. "She was supposed to come here." Brian replied. "But why are we looking for her?" Devon asked again. "Just fucking look!" Brian shouted at him.
Devon quickly backed away and grabbed my arm, dragging me towards the stairs with him. I followed Devon up the stairs, both of us walking slowly and cautiously, as if something was going to jump out at us on our next step. When we got to the end of the steps, Devon motioned that he was going down one end of the hall. I nodded my agreement, and headed the other way, cautiously walking down past the closed doors. I got the end of the hall and slowly opened the closed door to my right. The room Brian and I had stayed in. The room was pitch black, save a little moonlight coming in thru the curtains on the right side of the room. Hesistantly, I flipped the light switch, afraid of what I might see when the lights came on. The room was suddenly bathed in light, and I jumped back like a scared kid. Nothing. There wasn't anything in the room except the furniture and un-made bed. I gave a sigh of relief and turned the light back off. I left the door open as I walked to the room across the hall. Without hesitation, I pushed the door open and flipped the light on. A.J. and Nick's room. Nothing. I walked down the hall a couple steps, notcing that Devon was peeking in and out of the hall and checking rooms, too. Again, I pushed the door open and flipped the light on. Kevin's room was bare, too. Where the fuck was she?!?!
"You found anything?" Devon came out from Howie's room and asked me. "No." I sighed. "Why are you and Brian so...." Devon stopped as we heard the scream. "MATT! DEVON!" I heard Brian and took off towards the stairs running.
I hit the stairs and ran down as fast as I could. Devon and I sounded like a herd of cattle as we ran at full speed down the stairs. We made it to the living room, but didn't see Brian anywhere. I was breathing heavy, looking frantically back and forth for him.
"MATT!" I heard Brian scream again to my right.
I took off towards the den without waiting for Devon. Within two seconds I was standing at the door, looking in to see Brian staring at the same wall Nick and I had been staring at the night before. My heart jumped up into my throat right then and there, and I knew what had happened. I stood there and stared at Brian for the longest time before going into the room. He had his hand cupped over his mouth in horror, but couldn't take his eyes off of whatever he was looking at. I slowly walked into the room, preparing to see the Devil himself standing before Brian. I walked over to Brian, then turned slowly and looked up. This time I didn't scream. Devon did. I hadn't realized he had followed me into the room and was looking at the same thing I was. On the wall above the couch was a poster sized picture of Barbara. Above the picture, written in what looked like blood, was "You shouldn't have called the cops".
"Matt?" Brian whispered. "I don't know where she is, Brian." I answered in a very low tone. "You guys, what the fuck is going on here?" Devon turned to us, his face white.
(Part 19)
"Matt? Hi, it's Nathan." I heard the cheerful voice as I picked up the phone. "Um, yes?" I didn't know who the hell 'Nathan' was. "I bet you don't remember me." The guy laughed. "I can't say that I do." I tried to sound like I hadn't been awake for three days straight. "Remember the article in People Magazine?"
Slowly it came back to me.
"Oh, yeah! How could I forget Nathan--the guy with the photographer that didn't have pants big enough to cover his crack." I laughed. "That would be me." He joined me in giggling. "What can I do for you, Nate?" I asked. "Well, I wanted to get a quote from me in regard to an article we are doing for the next issue." Nathan's tone got very solemn. "Um, sure. Shoot." "There's a rumor that you are having a few problems..." Nathan began. "Oh? Like what?" I tried to act calm, even though I wanted to slam the phone down on the table. "Yes. Word is that you've had a few problems with a fan, you've missed the last three days of shooting on your latest movie, and that your manager has left town?" Nathan spoke rapidly, shooting out question after question. "No comment. Personal reasons. She's on vacation." I responded just as quickly. "Well, I tried to contact PRM and ask them about Barbara, but they said that she was supposed to be back to work two days ago?" Nathan kept up his questioning. "She's a big girl, if she didn't call in, I can't comment on that." I tried to lighten the mood. "Kind of odd that a woman with such a track record would miss two days of work without so much as a phone call to her employer---isn't it? I mean, according to Warren at PRM, Barbara hasn't missed a day in 20 years." "I can't comment on Barbara's work ethic, except to say that she's always worked extremely hard for me." I replied as I lit a cigarette. "So, when do you plan to go back to work on the movie?" "I'm actually going to go in tomorrow to film my final scene for the movie." I replied succinctly. "What kept you out for three whole days?" Nathan was relentless. "Personal reasons." I reinforced. "What kind of personal reasons?" "The kind that are personal." I stated with a sigh. "Okay, well I think that's all I need. Thank you for your time, Matt. I hope you have a blast at work tomorrow." Nathan stated cheerfully and hung up quickly.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it for a second, then hung it up quickly.
"Who was that, Matt?" Brian came bounding in from the hotel bathroom. "Nathan." "Nathan who?" Brian asked quickly. "Nathan from People Magazine Nathan." I replied. "Oh." Brian sighed and plopped down on the bed next to me.
We sat there in silence for the longest time. I smoked while Brian stared at me, waiting for me to say some gem that would lighten the mood. I couldn't think of anything witty to say, though. Barb had been missing for two days, I had no clue where she was, and I was getting calls from the psycho freak every hour on the hour. Brian slowly slid over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and buried his face in my neck. I turned my head and kissed him on the top of his head, trying not to start crying from being scared and utterly tired off my ass.
"Matt, maybe you should reconsider going back to work tomorrow?" Brian looked up at me. "Why?" "I have a really, really bad feeling." Brian's eyes watered up. "Brian, I want to play it safe, but playing it safe ain't gonna find Barbara, is it?" I asked. "Call the cops, then. They can find her and not put you in danger in the process." Brian hugged me tightly like I was going to slip away. "Look what happened the last time we called the cops. She disappeared." I exhaled a thick cloud of smoke in the air. "But...."
I guess Brian couldn't think of any good rebuttal. He stopped and just buried his face back in my neck. We sat there for a little bit longer before I snubbed my cigarette out and laid back on the bed, taking Brian with me and holding him in my arms.
"How did Nathan know you were staying in this hotel?" Brian asked out of the blue. "Huh?" "How did he know to call you here?" "I don't know." I laid there, thinking about it. "He didn't call you on your cell phone?" "No, the call came thru on the hotel phone." I got wide eyed. "How the fuck did he know you were here?" Brian asked again. "Baby, chill out. I'm sure he just snooped around 'til someone told him where I was." "You seem awfully confident after all that's happened the last couple days." Brian stood up in a huff and walked out to the balcony.
I let Brian stand on the balcony alone for a minute, then got up and walked out to join him. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. Brian sighed and held onto my hands as he nuzzled his head against mine.
"Boy, you're just asking for trouble by going back tomorrow." Brian scolded me. "Brian, I have to." I insisted, but didn't back away. "Okay." Brian turned around to face me, propping his elbows up on the ledge of the balcony. "What?" I looked him in the eye. "What time do you leave to go in tomorrow?" Brian looked me square in the eye. "Ten." I replied without blinking an eye. "Okay, I'm coming with you." Brian demanded. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Positive." "Well I'm not gonna stop you." I smiled and leaned forward to kiss Brian gently on the lips. "Wait, aren't you supposed to say something like 'no, don't do that Brian, it's too dangerous'?" Brian teased. "Hey, if I'm gonna be in danger, you're goin' down with me." I teased back and gave him another peck. "Come on, boy. Let's go get some sleep." Brian laughed and dragged me back into the room, closing the sliding glass door behind him.
(Part 20)
"Where're you going, baby?" Brian mumbled, half awake. "I just gotta go talk to A.J. and Nick real quick. I'll be right back, baby." I answered as I kissed Brian on his forehead in the dark.
It was too late, Brian was asleep just as quickly as he awoke. I smiled to myself as I stood up and slipped my boxer briefs on. I opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a piece of paper I had hidden there and slowly shut the drawer again. I crept across the room, making sure to grab the card-key off of the top of the TV and made my way out of our room. As the door shut behind me, I looked down both ways of the brightly lit hall. I slowly tip-toed down the hall in my bare feet to A.J. and Nick's room. It was only eleven o'clock, so I figured they'd still be awake. I quickly knocked on the door, then waited for them to answer.
"Matt, what the hell are you doing down here?" Nick rubbed his eyes as he opened the door. "I hope you guys weren't asleep?" I asked as I looked past him into the dark room. "Yeah.." Nick slowly replied. "Can I come in?" I asked quickly, not even acting like I heard his answer. "Sure, why not?" Nick laughed at me.
I walked past him and entered the dark room. Nick shut the door behind us, leaving us both in complete dark.
"Who was it, Nickie?" I heard A.J.'s voice from the direction of the bed. "The stripper we called for about an hour ago." Nick laughed loudly and flipped the light on. "Oh good, bring it on, baby!" A.J. sat up in the bed when he saw me.
I couldn't help but give a giggle.
"So, what's so important that you come and wake us up at eleven at night?" A.J. asked. "I want to tell you guys something important. You know, in case something happens." I started to explain. "Oh no, what are you going to say?" Nick got pale and sat down on the bed at A.J.'s feet. "Well, I'm gonna get Barbara back tomorrow." I explained as I sat down next to Nick. "Do what?!?" A.J. and Nick responded at the same time. "Look." I handed the folded piece of paper I was holding over to Nick.
Nick opened the paper and examined it thoroughly. I waited as he read it over and over, A.J. peering over his shoulder.
"Matt, what's this mean?" A.J. and Nick looked up from the paper at the same time. "What's it look like?" I asked. "It looks like chicken scratch." A.J. snorted. "What does it say?" I replied. "It says 'if you ever want to see the bitch again, be on set tomorrow--alone'." Nick read it aloud. "Exactly." "You're not actually thinking of going, right?" A.J. shook his head in disbelief. "I AM going tomorrow." "Bad idea, Matt." Nick grabbed me by the shoulders. "I've already decided. Brian knows I am, too." I broke away from Nick and stood up. "And he's going to let you?" A.J. got wide-eyed. "Well, here's the thing. He thinks I'm going at ten." "But?" Nick asked quickly. "I'm leaving here at five. I'm gonna sneak out." "Matt, you can't go alone. You shouldn't go at all, in fact." A.J. advised. "If I don't go, I don't know what'll happen to Barb." I replied, making Nick and A.J. realize I was right. "But I can't have Brian go and get hurt either." "What do you want us to do?" Nick looked up at me. "I want you guys to stop Brian from coming to the lots if he wakes up before ten." I explained. "Matt, we can't let you do this." A.J. stood. "I'm doing it, A.J. You guys can either keep Brian safe and let me go get Barb, or risk something bad happening to Barb." I demanded of them both.
Both of them just looked at me, probably wondering whether to kick my ass and tell Brian, or to give in.
"You gotta promise to come back." Nick teared up as he held the note back up for me to take back. "Nick!!!" A.J. screamed his objection. "It's settled then. I'll sneak out tomorrow morning and you guys will see me and Barb tomorrow night." I took the paper from Nick. "Matt, this is soooooo not a good idea." A.J. objected again. "Well, I know that. But it's the only way. I'm going to go back to bed, now. I'll see ya'll tomorrow." I answered solemnly as I walked towards the door.
Nick and A.J. didn't utter a word as I opened the door and began to walk out. I stopped right before I stepped out of the room.
"I love you guys." I stated silently, then left, closing the door quietly behind me.
I walked back down the hall and snuck back into my room. I slowly shut the door as to not wake Brian, and put my card-key back on the top of the T.V. I yanked my boxers off after I shoved the note back into the table drawer and crawled back into bed with Brian. I curled up next to him and pulled him into my arms, holding onto him tightly as I drifted back off to sleep for the next five hours....
(Part 21)
"I need to go to the Paramount lots." I stated as I hopped into the cab. "Aren't you...." The cabbie looked in the rear view mirror at me with squinted eyes. "Yeah, I'm Matt Thompson." I replied quickly and lit a smoke as we took off. "Awesome!" The guy cracked a smile. "Which set?" "B-15." I stated but didn't look at the cabbie. "Alright."
I watched as we pulled away from my hotel. It wasn't even the least bit light outside. It was too fucking early to be up and going to work--especially since I didn't know if I'd be coming back. It took quite a bit to get out of bed, to get dressed, and out the door without waking Brian up. He almost woke up a couple times before I got out the door. Everytime I made the tiniest noise, he tossed in the bed, making my heart jump into my throat. However, I successfully got out of the room. I stood at the door to our room for a minute or two, waiting to see if Brian would come running out after me. When I was satisfied that he was not going to follow, I slung my backpack over my shoulder, and made my way down to the street to get a cab. I didn't have the first clue as to what to expect when I got to the set. I knew that no one would be on set this early. It was just now turning five o'clock according to my watch. I would be the first one there. Maybe I would be. I didn't have long to contemplate what would happen. I looked up to see the studio right before us. Right away I saw the lights. Red, white and blue. White and red. The cops beat me to the lot. I just didn't know what they were doing there.
"What's going on here?" The cabbie stopped at the guard hut. "I don't know..." "Well, which way to your set?" He asked like it didn't matter. "Actually, you can just drop me here." I stated quickly as I dug into my bag for money. "It's ten-fifty." The cab driver stated. "Here. Keep the change." I slipped him a twenty and hopped out of the back of the cab. "Hey, thanks!" The driver exclaimed right before I closed the door.
I slowly walked towards the guard hut, watching the lights as I approached.
"Matt!" Eric, the morning guard popped his head out of the small building. "Hey, Eric." I tried to smile. "It's about time you came back!" He laughed jovily as I walked up. "Yeah, well you know." I laughed with him. "What's going on here?" "Bomb threat." "Do what?!?" I snapped my head back to look at him. "Oh, some fruitcake phoned in a bomb threat about ten minutes ago." Eric rolled his eyes. "What set?" I asked quickly. "It's actually the one where they're filming 'The Halloween Man'." Eric started to explain as he looked at his chart. "Set A-2." "Did Sandra Bullock piss someone off?" I tried to make a joke. "I guess so." He laughed. "Well, is it okay if I go down to my trailer?" I asked quickly. "Yeah, I think you're trailer will be far enough away from the blast." Eric smiled wide. "I hope so, anyway. Could I get my card?" "Yep, let's see." Eric looked thru the drawer in the hut. "Here it is. Matt Thompson 52-89365." "Thanks, man." I smiled as I slipped my head thru the necklace attached to the card and headed into the lot.
I walked onto the lot, right past the gate, and to my immediate right were about ten cop cars, two fire trucks, and the LAPD Bomb Squad van. I noticed that everyone was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, which made me smile slightly. None of the cops seemed to notice me standing there watching them. They all just ran around, grabbing this and that and heading back into the set. A couple cops came out and got into the van and brought out to huge German Shepard dogs. I guess they sniffed out bombs, too, I thought to myself. Right when I was about to turn around and head towards my trailer, my phone rang from deep within my backpack. I froze for a moment, afraid that Brian had woken up and was pissed off, trying to track me down. I dug into my backpack and finally found my phone. I flipped it down and hit "send". Before I could say "hello", the man started to speak.
"I see you followed my advice." The guy spoke slowly. "Yeah, I made it. Where's Barb?" I demanded, but in a calm voice. "You're not exactly in the position to make demands, are you?" The man laughed menacingly. "Just tell me where the fuck she is." I replied. "Shut the fuck up! You listen to me!" The man screamed into the phone. "Where?" I spoke again. "Set B-15. Meet me there in ten minutes. You'll find out where she is when you get there." Then he hung up.
I cursed to myself as I chunked my phone back into my backpack. I tossed my backpack back on, and was about to head to the left to the set. But, then I noticed the unattended bomb squad van. I thought for a moment, then began to walk over cautiously, hoping the cops were all busy in the building and wouldn't come out to surprise me. I got to the back of the van and glanced around quickly, making sure no one was around. I just hope that fuck can't see me from wherever he is, I thought to myself as I hopped up into the back of the van.....
(Part 22)
I shoved the huge steel door open with a loud grunt and walked onto the set. I guess the automatic opener's power didn't come on until six o'clock. I stood there in the entrance of the set with the huge metal door wide open behind me. The set was completely dark. I could only see as far as the moonlight coming thru the open door would let me. That was probably a total of ten whole feet. I was scared to death. I couldn't take another step into the huge room. I was frozen in place. Just when I was about to run back out the door and say "fuck Barb", the door quickly came slamming shut behind me. I had to jump several feet forward to keep from being slammed shut with it. As I jumped, my foot hit something in the dark and I fell forward. I put my hands out in front of me, and caught myself right before my face would've hit the ground. I stayed on my hands and knees for a minute, catching my breath, my chest heaving. I was still out of breath when the lights suddenly came on. Or some of them anyway. Someone had turned on the red lights only, casting an eerie look to the whole set. I slowly stood, my breath finally coming back to me. To my left I could see the portion of the set that was made to look like a hospital. To my right was the set where I had been dancing on the table in the "club". Straight ahead was the scene that I was to film today. If I ever had the chance. I kept looking everywhere, but I didn't see a sign of Barb, or the man. Just when I was about to take a step forward, I heard the muffled moans of a female. I stopped and stayed completely still for a moment, listening as carefully as I could. The moans came again. They were above me. I listened for a few more seconds, then I knew--it was Barb. I ran to the stairs, leaving my backpack laying on the ground behind. I bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time. When I reached the top of the stairs, I was standing on the first catwalk. The catwalk went out, then split into four, each one going in a different direction. I stopped again, and perked my ears up. I waited for the moans again, and finally I heard them--to my right. I took off running again. I ran down to the "fork in the road" and took the catwalk that went to the right. I ran as quick as I could, the catwalk underneath me swinging back and forth by the cords it was hung from. Finally, I saw what I was looking for. I got to another intersection in the catwalks, and Barb was sitting in the middle. Her legs were tied together, and her arms were tied together behind her back. She was gagged, and her back was propped against one of the rails in the side of the catwalk. I gasped when I saw her, but kept running towards her. I ran right over to her and immediately squatted down to look at her. Her eyes were filled with terror, but at the same time, she looked utterly relieved to see me. I quickly reached up and ripped the gag out of her mouth.
"Jesus Christ, Matt!" Barb practically yelled. "Shhhhhhh!" I silenced her with a finger to my lips as I looked back and forth across the catwalk, making sure the man wasn't anywhere nearby. "Get me the fuck out of here." Barb demanded in a low voice. "Hold on." I stated as I reached down to her tied up hands and began to work on the knot. "What the fuck is going on here, Matt?" Barbara asked in a terrified voice as I finally worked her hands free for her. "Remember the guy I told you about?" "What guy??" "The stalker pyscho freak." "Yeah?" "This is what's going on." I replied quickly as I moved to her legs and began to untie them. "Let's just get the fuck out of here and get the cops." Barb practically screamed as she kicked her legs free when I got the knot out of the ropes.
I stood up, pulling Barb with me. Barb began to dust herself off as I looked back and forth, looking to seeing if the psycho fuck was anywhere nearby. The red lights from below were making it hard to tell if anyone was on the catwalk with us.
"Which way?" Barb asked. "Come on." I replied, dragging her back the same way I came up, only walking this time, trying not to make too much noise.
We both walked together down the catwalk, glancing nervously behind us every now and then to make sure the freak wasn't behind us, following us. Finally, we made our way to the stairs and practically ran down them on our way to the door. Barb was on my heels as we ran across the "club set" to the huge steel door.
"Help me, come on!" I ordered as I began to pull the door open, straining to get it to budge. "Goddamn it's heavy." Barb groaned as we worked together to get it to open the tiniest bit.
Finally, after much pushing and pulling on our part, we got the door open.
"Come on, let's get the fuck out of here!" Barb grabbed my arm. "Not so fast, rich boy!" I heard a voice not too far behind me.
I turned around to see the same man in black that I saw in my hotel room a few nights before come dashing at me, hunting knife in hand.
"Watch out!" I screeched and pushed Barb away from me, shoving her to the ground.
I moved quickly to the right as the man reached me, dodging his knife. As soon as I was clear from the blade, I shoved out with my arms, hitting the man in the side and making him fall sideways a couple of feet and hit the ground with a "thud" sound. I noticed out of the corner of my arm that the steel door was slowly creaking shut behind me. I turned around quickly and grabbed on to stop it. The door kept moving. It was probably a couple hundred pounds heavier than me, and I couldn't stop it.
"Goddamnit, Barb, get the fuck out!!!" I yelled as I struggled to slow the door down.
Barb shook the fall off and jumped up and ran over to me.
"Get out before the fucker gets up!" I shouted in her face as I tried my hardest to slow the door down any bit I could. "You're coming with me!" Barb shouted and tried to help me open the door farther.
I kept pulling with Barb's help, trying desperately to get the door open so we could make our escape. We didn't have a chance to make the door budge an inch, I saw the man getting up out of the corner of my eye. I didn't even have time to react. He lashed out with his knife, cutting me across my bicep. I screeched in pain and quickly shoved Barb with all the might I could with my other arm, shoving her out of the door before the man pushed the door shut with a loud slam. I grabbed my cut arm and held my hand over it as I jumped out of the way, coming face to face with my stalker.
"You have Barb, and I have you." I could see the man's smile throught he ski mask mouth-hole.
I pulled my hand away from arm to see the blood that had already covered the palm.
"You sick fuck!!!" I screamed at him.
I could hear Barb pounding loudly at the steel door from the other side, screaming my name. Screaming for me to run.
"What kind of talk is that for sweet, innocent, little Matt?" The man gave a toothy, maniacal grin. "Fuck you!" I screeched again as I held my bloody arm tigther.
The banging on the door quit and I knew Barb had run for help.
The man cocked his head towards the door, as if listening to see if Barb had really left. When he was satisfied that she was gone, he turned back to me with the same smile.
"Who's gonna save you now, pretty boy?" He laughed loudly.
I quickly reached into the back of my pants and pulled the gun I had gotten from the bomb squad van out and pointed it directly at the man's head, taking the offensive.
"How about my friend Magnum?" I laughed back indignantly.
The man genuinely looked shot as I pointed the gun at his face from a distance of five feet.
"Well, aren't you a resourceful little shit?" He spat at me. "Yes I am. And if you don't get the fuck out of my way, I'm unloading this thing into your fucking psycho ass!" I screamed at him.
The man just smiled at me, still pointing the knife in my direction.
"You better drop the knife and get the hell out of my way." I cocked the gun like I knew what I was doing, but didn't really have the first clue.
I just knew that if I pulled the trigger, this guy's brains would be splattered behind him.
"Isn't this cute?" The man snorted. "I swear to christ I will blow you away, fucker!"
The man just chuckled loudly.
"Get the hell away from me, I swear I'll do it!" I screamed. "Fuck you!" The man screamed back, silencing me. "I don't think you have the guts. I know you don't have what it takes to take someone else's life."
The man followed up with another loud laugh.
"Oh really?" I taunted him. "Then do it. Shoot me." The man challenged me in a calm voice.
I just stared at him, afraid to pull the trigger. What would it feel like to take another person's life? Could I really kill this man right here and now? I just stared at him blankly, my hand beginning to shake.
"Shoot me you dumbfuck!" The man shouted.
I didn't think. I just pulled the trigger.
CLICK.
"Safety's on, bright boy." The man laughed and lunged at me, making me drop the gun.
As soon as I dropped the gun, I took off running. I ran past the stairs and into the hospital set. I ran until I was behind the faux admitting desk and stopped, then turned around quickly to see the man running at me, knife beared. I stood my ground until he was a couple feet away then jumped to my right as he jumped over the desk. He slid over the desk and into the wall behind it, hitting the wall with a huge thump. I took off running again towards the table dancing set. I didn't have much time to assess my situation. The man had gotten up and was chasing after me again. I looked around quickly and saw my weapon. I bent down and grabbed a small wooden table and hoisted it up over my head and chunked it at the guy when he was with five feet of me, hitting him in the head. The man yelled in pain and fell to the ground, clutching his head and dropping his knife. I thought quickly and kicked the knife, sending it flying across the floor to some unknown destination, then took off running towards the stairs. I flew up them, glancing behind me every couple steps to see if he was following. I got to the top of the stairs and turned around. The man wasn't there. I took off running again. I knew there was a second floor exit at the end of one of these catwalks--I just had to find it. I got to the first intersection and looked over the rail to the table dancing set. The man was gone. He wasn't laying on the floor anymore. I swung my head back and forth quickly, looking up both ends of the catwalk. He was still no where to be found. I didn't even think about it anymore, I just ran to the interesection of catwalks and took the left turn. I kept running until I could see the red "EXIT" sign in the distance. I was relieved and ran faster. I didn't make it another two steps. From out of the shadows to the right of the sign, the man in black stepped out of the shadows, daring me to come any farther.
"Good try, faggot." The man hissed as he came walking towards me.
I immediately turned around and began to run the other way.
"You can't get out of here! I have your pansy ass!" The man screamed, making me stop in my tracks.
I turned around and looked at him, breathing heavy and clutching my cut arm. I was beat. I couldn't win here. I couldn't escape.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, squinting my eyes so I could see him clearly. "Why would I tell you that?" The man chuckled as he came walking slowly towards me. "You must have some reason to be fucking with me. Why else would you waste all this time when you could be at home watching Telletubbies?" I smarted off. "Haven't you figured it out yet?" "Figured what out?" I asked. "Who I am your dumbfuck." The man cackled. "If I knew who you were, the cops would have your ass in custody right now." "But if I tell you who I am, won't that ruin the whole mystery?" The man laughed again. "Or maybe you're just too scared to show your face, pussy!" I screamed.
The man didn't reply, he just reached up to his mask with a smirk showing through the mouth-hole. I held my breath as I waited for the man to yank it off. The man grabbed the loose fabric at the top of his head with his fingers and slowly began to pull the mask off, inch my inch until his face was exposed. My eyes got wide as saucers. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Aaron?!?" I was shocked.
Standing before me was one of my costars. One of my costars with a hunting knife pointed at me.
"In the flesh." Aaron gave a toothy grin, finally looking at me face to face. "What the fuck?" I was still in shock. "Don't know why, do you?" Aaron reached up and scratched his head with a smile.
I just stared at him, still clutching my throbbing arm.
"Want to know why?" He asked.
I didn't know what to say.
"Glad to see you're in the conversation here, Matt. Good conversation skills, there. I'll tell you why." Aaron pointed the knife at me as he spoke.
I just held my arm tighter, waiting for a reason.
"I can't believe you didn't recognize me from day one when we started working on this movie together." "What do you mean?" I asked in a low voice. "Don't you remember me from somewhere. Oh about two and a half years ago?" He asked, the knife still aimed at me.
I shook my head in confusion.
"Into The Sun." He stated simply. "Huh?" I was totally confused. "That was supposed to be MY movie. MY break. That was supposed to be MY career rising to center stage!" Aaron got angry as he explained absolutely nothing. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I was about in tears from the pain coming from my arm. "You stole that movie from me, you fucking faggot! That movie was all but mine until you came strolling into the room. I was supposed to get that movie and take off with my career and become the huge movie star. Instead, you came in and stole it away, got the job, got the career, got the money, and got the celebrity. Some little faggot stole my life from me." Aaron screamed, getting angrier.
I couldn't do anything but laugh. This was all to absurd and confusing.
"What's so fucking funny, fag?!?!?!" Aaron screeched and came a few steps closer. "You've spent all this time fucking with me and wasting your time for a fucking movie role?" I laughed louder. "You won't think it's so fucking funny when I gut your ass on this catwalk!" Aaron dashed over so quick I couldn't react.
Before I knew what happened, Aaron had me turned around 'til my butt was in his stomach and he had an arm around my throat, holding me against him. He held the knife to my throat as he breathed hot and heavy into my ear over my shoulder.
"Do you think your boyfriend will miss you when I kill you?" Aaron laughed lowly into my ear as he pressed the knife against my throat. "Fuck you." I cried as the tears rolled down my cheeks, my arm killing me. "That might be a good idea. Give the great actor Matt a good fucking before I kill him." "Shut up!" I screamed, not moving for fear of cutting myself on the knife. "Yeah, you have a real sweet ass back here." Aaron licked my ear as he pushed his pelvis into my ass. "FUCK YOU!" I screamed again and tried to pull away. "Don't worry, faggot. I don't want anything more than the joy of watching you die." Aaron yanked me back up against him, still holding the knife at my throat. "Oh jesus." I could feel myself getting faint as the blood oozed my arm. "Are you ready to die?" Aaron laughed into my ear.
I braced myself, shutting my eyes tightly and clamping my teeth together as I waited to feel the knife slide across my throat. Instead of feeling the blade cut into me, a shot rang out. I opened my eyes quickly to see Brian standing on the catwalk in front of us about ten feet away, my gun pointed in the air.
"Brian?!?!" I was overjoyed to see him. "Ah, the lovebird comes to save his boyfriend." Aaron cooed into my ear.
Brian responded my pointing the gun at us, his eyes squinted at Aaron.
"Let him go, asshole." Brian demanded. "Let me think about this." Aaron stated. "No, I think I'll kill him." "Goddamnit!" I tried to pull away, but Aaron held on tightly. "You kill him, I drop you where you stand!" Brian warned Aaron as he came a few feet closer. "Is that supposed to scare me?" "Brian?" I was scared shitless--I knew I was going to die. "It's okay, Matt." Brian didn't take his eyes off of Aaron. "I gotta say Aaron, this move isn't going to help your career any." "Fuck you, loverboy." "Shoot him, goddamnit!" I screamed at Brian. "Shut the fuck up!" Aaron screamed at me. "Let him go, Aaron!" Brian screamed. "Fuck you!" Aaron screamed back. "Shoot him!" I screamed. "Let him go!!!" "Shut the fuck up!!!" "Brian, shoot him!" "Goddamnit, let him go!" Brian screamed again. "FUCK YOU!" Aaron took the knife away from my throat and pointed it at Brian. "DUCK, MATT!" Brian screamed.
I pulled away from Aaron with all the force I could, making a clear shot for Brian.
BANG!
A shot rang out as Brian fired at Aaron. I turned my head quickly to see Aaron stumble back several feet.
BANG!
Brian fired again, making Aaron fall back, laid out on the catwalk. Immediately, the tears began to flow as I saw Aaron lying before me--dead. Brian stood where he was, staring at the gun, then looking over to see Aaron laying on the ground, lifeless. I could tell by his face that he was shocked that he had just killed a person. I was overjoyed, but still crying. I slowly got to my feet, the tears rolling down my cheeks like a river.
"Oh God, baby." Brian looked up at me, his cheeks completely white.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
I took a step towards him when I heard the yell of pure anger. I turned around in time to see Aaron get up and lunge at me, his knife bared.
"Matt, watch out!" Brian screamed just as I felt the knife enter my stomach.
I yelled out in pain as Aaron pulled the knife back out, then buried it back in my shoulder. Aaron kept staring into my eyes, his own eyes filled with pure psychotic anger. He pulled the knife back out and screamed loudly as he buried it into my chest. I groaned in pain as Aaron pulled the knife back out again. I winced as I saw him pull the knife up in the air, readying himself for the final stab.
BANG!
Aaron flew backyard several feet as Brian took another shot. Aaron just yelled again and came running at me again.
BANG!
This time Brian went right for his forehead. I screamed in disgust as I could see the back of Aaron's head fly off behind him. His lifeless body slumped to the ground as I slid down the rail to my knees.
"Holy shit, Matt!" Brian came running over to me, dropping the gun as he grabbed me.
I couldn't control my body. I fell forward, only held up by Brian's strong arms. I could feel my back give out in the pain, my legs crumpled up underneath me, and my arms went limp. I couldn't control anything. Everything went numb, and even my cut arm didn't throb. I was just numb, but at the same time, I was in extreme pain. Brian pushed me down until I was laying in his arms, whimpering as I looked up at him.
"Oh shit, baby." Brian began crying as he held me in his arms, the blood oozing out of my chest onto his hands and shirt.
I just whimpered, not able to say a single word.
"Oh jesus, baby. Say something." Brian cried so heavily his tears dripped off his cheeks onto my shirt.
I just stared up at Brian in terror as I felt a cold rush over my body as the blood oozed out of me. Brian stared back down into my eyes as I whimpered and shook in his arms, the life leaving my body.
"Baby, come on, baby. It's okay. You're going to be okay. Oh fuck, Matt. Say you're going to be okay."
I tried so hard. I tried to tell Brian that I would be fine. I tried to sit up and tell Brian everything would be okay, but I knew I was slipping away. I knew I was going to die right there and then. I couldn't even grunt. My throat seemed closed off.
"Oh god, oh god! Matt, say something!" Brian screamed down at me. "Fuck, somebody help."
Brian was hysterical. He was screaming up to the ceiling as he held me.
"Somebody help us!!!!" Brian screamed in every direction as he held me in his arms and rocked me.
I just stared up at Brian as I felt myself get weaker and weaker. More and more blood oozed out of my body as I laid there, incapacitated in Brian's arms.
"Somebody help me!" Brian cried and screamed at the same time. "Get out of the way." I felt my body hit the catwalk.
I looked up to see some strange man looking down at me. I kept staring up at the ceiling as I felt someone pushing up and down on my chest. I looked up just in time to see Barb and Brian looking down at me as slowly, it began to get dark. I could feel myself give one final whimper before everything went completely dark and I couldn't see anything anymore.
So uh, like, that's it. Don't have too much to say here except to give a shout out to Den-Den, Sher and Matt. Love you guys, blah blah blah, shed a tear and all that. WINK Matt--I'll think about the synopsis thing, so don't get mad, k? LOL Anyway, thanks to all the readers, fans, friends, etc. I guess that's about it. Take care of you! Lep.