In only a few short hours, she would escape from hell.
When she had first arrived, only a few months ago, this nightmare was unbelievable,
but so very real. Her reward for trying to do right and yet, those who encouraged
her to do 'the right thing' were nowhere around. But she felt no malice
to them for the one who had set her up for her fall, Grayson, had effectively
covered her tracks so none of the others even knew she was in trouble. As
if any of them could do anything anyhow.
Only James had the capability to get her out of here and after tonight,
she, Carrie, would return to LA to extract her revenge on Grayson.
Revenge...
<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 14
Fire, Fire and Fire!
Cally nodded in response to Hillary's wish against weapons in the beach
house, closed her eyes for a moment, before continuing. "Fair enough,
it's your house and I'm here as a guest."
"No, not a guest," Hillary suddenly put forward, seriousness lost
from her voice, reaching out for the arm of the other woman. "You live
here now, this is your home. I want to you to feel comfortable here, to
have a place you can relax at, without stress. A place where we all can
do without stress."
Cally said in a small voice, quietly, "Thank you."
"Well," Julie announced in her commanding voice, "If you'll
excuse us," she said to Cally and Hillary, "I think we will go
mingle." Hillary nodded and Julie moved off with Craig, her red sarong
tank dress following her as close as Craig was.
"Cally," it was Cynthia, "did you manage to get any personal
pictures of all the places you've been to? Please say yes?" she put
forward as she placed herself closer to her, her attention raising the happiness
in the talk again.
"Oh, yes, lots," she replied, her mood picking up again.
"Sarah, what happened?" Jason pretends to wake up, emitting
his charm at the same time. He was too worried about Sarah discovering his
secrets to remember that his shirt is open, together with his zip and trousers.
Sarah was too angry with Anna to look carefully at Jason before.
"Jason! Anna was trying to rape you!" Sarah yelled at Jason, and
suddenly discover what's in front of her - he's never seen much of Jason's
body, and immediately she became embarassed and felt uncomfortable, feeling
a sense of guilt.
Jason tried to walk, but felt dizzy, so he sat down once again on the bed,
with Sarah watching his moves.
"Sarah... do you think you can help me get downstairs?" asked
Jason softly.
"...Sure... but like this?" Sarah asked.
Jason looked at his clothings and started tidying up, as if nothing has
happen before. Sarah was glad that he did not appear to feel uncomfortable
because of her presence.
There's a quick tap on the door while Sarah's tidying her bed, and Craig
rushed in without a warning. He's quickly stunned by what's in front of
him.
"Ur. Am I..." Craig was looking for a word when Sarah said,
"Craig, it's not what you think. It's complicated: I'll explain it
later. What's up?"
Craig stood there, looking peculiar and not remembering what he wanted to
say.
"Craig. Craig! What are you looking for, exactly?"
Craig remembered his purpose and pulled Sarah aside.
"Sarah. Do you know anything about your dad?" Craig whispered.
Craig's feeling urgent but also uncomfortable with Jason's presence, so
he went downstairs again to Julie.
"Let's go downstairs again." Jason said.
Jason's dreamy expression's now gone and he rushed towards the stairs.
Cally stopped, slowly blinked, look straight on at Hillary but didn't
get a chance to continue as the first rifle shot shattered the glass windows
overlooking the shore. There was furniture behind her, so she dove straight
forward into Hillary, shoving her to the floor, burying her underneath.
"DOWN! Take cover!" she yelled, but it was unnecessary as people
were moving already as more shots entered the house. Cally rolled with Hillary
to a point behind the bar, pushing her far behind while she maintained a
position where she could observe the room. Shots impacted around, destroying
the room, striking at the bar, dropping champagne bottles down on the floor.
Upstairs, moments before, Jason had walked out of the room, past a shocked
Sarah, without a word. He was at the top of the stairs when the shooting
opened up. "What the? Now?" He fell back away from the stairs
to crash into Sarah, but before he could catch her, she fell over him and
headlong down a few steps.
Victoria and Grayson were pinned down in a corner, but out of view of the
bay windows, mostly out of view of any windows or doors. As long as they
didn't move, they were safe.
Cally listened to the rifle sounds, calculating, as bullets continued to
enter the room, shattering anything they hit. One shot after the other,
but the exits were different, probably two shooters, professionals, interspacing
their shots. Then they stopped only to be replaced by rapid burps. Automatic
rifle, a third. Then the rifle stopped and the single shots started up again.
Twenty rounds, so they weren't using anything special. Out of the corner
of her eye, she saw Bright Eyes, cowering under a table with a very scared
Linda, just about to draw. She caught her eyes, signalled "No",
mouthed silently, "Maintain cover,". Bright Eyes obeyed and went
to holding Linda tight. Cally continued to look around the room.
Craig and Julie had been forced to the floor behind the couch, Craig shielding
Julie with his body. Not the best, but provided they didn't move, they were
safe for the moment. Cynthia was around the corner from them, crouched up
to keep as much of her protected by the stuffing. The men that had been
the group were scattered around the place, under various covers. But she
didn't see Sarah or Anna any place.
Sarah was cowering in the alcove in the bend of the stairs. The short fall
had not damaged her much, but it placed her in a position that to move in
either direction, up or down, would put her in view of the shooters. So
she just stayed, scared and shaking.
But her father saw her, eased his way toward her, to be in her sight, trying
to reach her. An entering bullet impacted on one of the shaken bottles on
the floor, exploding it. He was hit by flying alcohol and glass and fell
back right into the main pathways of the entering bullets.
Sarah watched him die in horror, but Cally saw something else as he fell
back; a pistol in his shoulder holster, unlatched. She turned to Hillary,
"Stay down," and counted the incoming single shots. At close to
the time for reloading, she lept across the floor, tucking her legs in as
she did, grabbing at the pistol as she hit and rolled up next to the edge
of the doors, her Armomesh absorbing the brunt of acrobatics and shielding
her from broken glass from her arms and trunk, her ears smarting as the
automatic burst passed the air above her head.
A quick check of the pistol. 9mm, automatic, full magazine. Safety off.
The single shooters had reloaded and were again pelting the room with rounds.
She saw the flash of one shooter, waited for that shooter to fire next,
then ducked low and fired off three rounds at his position before pulling
back, not to cover, but further into the room, close to Victoria and Grayson.
The spot she had been in splittered as rounds entered thru the wall, but
then the shots stopped and went silent, only to replaced with the distant
wail of sirens. Cally cautiously looked for something, came across a book,
and threw it into the opening, with no response. She crept forward slowly,
got into position and let loose another round into the previous location,
but there was no armed response.
"Stay under cover, but I think they are gone," she said as she
reached up to draw the curtains and then made ready to move over to Sarah's
father to pull him under cover.
Carrie sat at her vanity table, waiting for Jim, but to the others around
who might see her, she was waiting for him to make love to her, for she
was dressed in a simple white night gown, hardly the kind of clothes one
wears for traveling. Her thoughts were of distant places as she brushed
her hair.
He arrived silently through a doorway on the side of the bed, placing his
briefcase down on it, slowly approaching her from behind. He lowered his
hands to her arms, pressed them tightly, lowered his mouth to her neck and
started to nuzzle her. She dropped her brush, closed her eyes and tilted
her head back, relishing in his touch.
"Are you ready, my darling," he said softly into her ear.
"Oh, yes, yes, please," she softly murmured.
"Tonight," he said in a slightly louder voice, "I want it
to be different. I want to show you the stars from the garden. It is warm,
and beautiful..."
THE END OF RP.14 "Fire, Fire and Fire!"
RP.14 Written by
*Traci "DRAGONETTES" <TH06@swt.edu>
*Elisabeth B. Shaw <bethshaw@neosoft.com>
*WhiteDog <lwdog@netspace.net.au> and
*Frank Filipek <filipek@clam.rutgers.edu>
New storyline devised by WhiteDog and
*Danielle Spence <danielle@corp.hp.com>.
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