Re: Nights of Our Lives: A Fanfic Mystery
Part Two:
The rain pounded on the roof of the car, but thanks to the latest in automotive technology, it couldn't be heard from within the vehicle. The only evidence of the storm were the lack of good lighting and the occasional comment about it getting worse and how they should find some place to wait it out.
The driver was having trouble seeing where he was going, even when his eyes wandered back to the road. He squinted into the distance, and then slammed on the brakes. For one terrifying moment, he couldn't distinguish between her screams and the squeal of the tires on the wet pavement. They held on for dear life as the car went through the railing, and hung up on the edge of the cliff.
Meanwhile, in a familiar looking mansion across town, our villain was enjoying a cup of hot cocoa and a cigar. It was strangely cold for this summer night, and he moved closer to the fire. He turned as the blonde marched into the room. "Where the hell have you been?" he demanded.
"Don't talk to me like I'm one of your hired thugs. And don't ask about the sandwich. If you're hungry, make it yourself." She was tired of him ordering her around. Bleaching her hair was one thing, and she could live without an eyebrow, but she was no waitress.
He tossed his cigar into the fire, and turned on her. "You ungrateful little tramp! I dragged you up out of the gutter, and this is the thanks I get?"
She smirked at him on her way out of the room. "You could always divorce me!" she called over her shoulder.
"Like I'd give you the pleasure," he growled.
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