OOC: Mistral, whats Adrianne's hair color? :D

He looked at Adrianne running to check the corridle then slam the door shut. Scanning the apartment, Albert felt a stung. Memories, they seemed to be the light taste tea that do not fill you with strong odor, but a pleasent light bitterness. And they seemed to be the light perfume that scented the air with delightful smell. Like drifting in the ocean, slowly, and quietly, sometimes almost still, but one can feel the powerful and unresistable waves shifting up and and down. Almost resigned, he sighed inwardly.

Albert walked behind the sofa, and crouched down. He put his head on the back of the sofa and leaned close to Adrianne. His hand stroking her hair gentely, and whispered beside her ear "relax, dear, relax..." The music still played. Adrianne stared at the vase, lost in thought. Lowering her head, she sighed softly, as if lamenting how cruelly fate had played her.

He wrapped his index finger in a portion of her long hair and flipped around. How they both loved that! he thought. Watching her peaceful breathing, a dark shadow flashed cross his mind. Embrace her? His hand trembled, he stopped playing with her hair, NO! violently chasing away that dark shadow, he pointedly reminded himself: I am already damned, I will not damn this beauty into eternal stone

"Dear, how have you been?" he silently asked, whispering thoughts into her ear

Can it be that her mind is playing tricks on her? She glances to the left, at the window. Yes, it is certainly closed shut, for she had turned on the central air-conditioning system to a mildly cool temperature. Yet her hair (a dark chocolate shade) seems to be dancing about her ear. In that particular way...

With a shiver, her hands raise to hug herself ~ "This is crazy...I am going crazy... oh, Albert! Why do you torment me so?!" ~ Her anguished voice mingling with the music in the background. Hastily, she gets up, walks across the room and turns off the stereo.

Closing her eyes, she stands by the cupboard, inhaling deeply ~ You lout... you absolute lout... you've made a mess of my life and I've allowed you to do so. ~ Tears begin to roll down her pale cheeks, unchecked.

Startled by her sudden fury, Albert fell back and sat against the wall as he stared at her for a long moment. She is hurt. a sense of guilt creeped against the back of his mind. Watching her sobbing silently, Albert inhaled and breath a long sigh. He remembered once he told her "the most beautiful thing I know is when you smile with tears in your eyes", she cried then he was lost in thought, cried quietly, like a child. then a smile captured his cold lips as he vivdly remembered how he made her smile by drawing a funny laughing face showing three lines of teeth

Closing his eyes, Albert cluntched his fists tightly, his body trembled with a sudden intense remorse "what have I become?!" Holding his forehead, he felt moistures coming from his eyes. Weeping, he took out a kenderchief, and wiped his cheeks. Suddenly he froze in place, and stared in horror as he recognized the dark red blood on the white clean kenderchief. He just weeped blood! He sat on the floor quietly, for a long moment he mumbled a single phrase over and over

"what have I become..."

"No! I will not cry!" ~ Her voice now in a frenzy of agony ~ "You once said I was beautiful no matter whether I smiled or cried! To cry now is an insult to myself! Why am I crying over you when you are not here? And if you were here..." ~ Choking on her sobs, she gasps for breath, unable to continue.

Wearily, she crouches onto the ground, burying her pale face against her knees. Suddenly feeling a gust of air colder than that of the air-conditioned room.

Clarice

<font color="lightgreen">Cursing under his breath, the policeman nearest the couple gestures for the rest to retreat ~ "Alright, alright... just remain calm." ~ His eyes resting on the terrorist unwaveringly ~ "State your demands."</font>

She feels the tension in Arthur relax for a few seconds, before it returns ~ He's not one to take anything for granted. ~ The knot in her heart tightens as she acknowledges the fact that she is probably the only person in the world who can read his mind and character so well ~ Even after all these years...

<font color="white">"Now you're seeing some sense."</font> ~ Arthur's voice reverberates in the air ~ "Firstly, I want this place cleared up by a radius of two hundred feet." ~ He presses the pistol closer to her temple ~ "Then I want a car. Make that a sports car."</font>

"A...Arthur... you're hurting me..." ~ She moans, starting to feel giddy.

<font color="lightgreen">The policeman grabs his walkie-talkie and begins communicating with his colleagues ~ "Alright, he wants us to clear out. Two hundred feet radius. And a sports car." ~ Then turns to Arthur again ~ "We'll do what we can." ~ The crowds, along with the police begin to retreat.</font>

OOC>>> Larry, you're the one who sent the policemen here. Please continue from here, otherwise the other lady is stuck in her current position :(

But you were doing fine!
Oh well...if I must...
<font color="white">
Within minutes, the entire area has been cleared of any and all pedestrians, and the shops round about had been locked, with the shoppers still inside, the doors guarded from within by patrolmen. The helicopter had vanished, and the only visible sign of life was the one police-chief, staring down the attacker and his hostage. In another minute, a Black BMW drives up to the police-chief. The driver slowly gets out of the vehicle, showing the attacker his hands in the air as to not spook him, and walks away, around the side of the nearest building.
The police chief no speaks. "Alright, you goon. there is your car. Enjoy every minute of it, while you still can. The entire area has been cleared and nobody is around to see your ugly face. Now, what are you gonna do? Do you think we can have the girl now? You know that I will not let you get far with her. You have a better chance of dropping her here, and running as fast as you can in the car. Your call.</font>

OOC>>> You see? I would never have thought of that ;)

IC>>> Arthur

"Get in there!" He orders Clarissa, who hurriedly scrambles into the passenger seat. Turning to the police, he shakes his head and smirks ~ "Since it's my call..." ~ And pops into the car, immediately stepping on the accelerator and sending it screeching away, knocking down any obstacles in its way.

<font color="cyan">Inside the car...</font>

Clarissa

"Please stop, Arthur! You're going too fast..."

Her desperate cries are silenced by his hard left palm which smacks her across her right cheek. ~ "Why... why are you doing this?" ~ Sobbing heartwrenchingly now

"Why? Because you left me, Clarissa. And now, I'm never going to let you go." ~ The finality of his voice chills her to the bone ~ "Even though we're not wedded, my dear, let me assure you... we will never be separated. Until death do us part..."

<font color="white"><font color="lightgreen">The police chief gets on his radio...</font>

"Is everything set on our end?...over."

<font color="silver">"Sir, yes sir! We have followed the procedures exactly.
We have everything under control, sir...over."</font>

"That's good Saergent.
We will make a clean sweep of this one.
And no ■■■■-ups like the last time! Got it?"

<font color="silver">"No sir! We will make no mistakes this time, sir!
I am personally overseeing this mission...over and out."</font>


</font>

The BMW continues on its erratic swivelling, terrorising the pedestrians and fellow vehicles alike.

<font color="cyan">Inside the car...</font>

"Stop this! I can't take it anymore!" Clarissa hysterically grabs the steering wheel, sending the car spinning around. "You want us to die? We'll die now!" Summoning her strength, she now pushes against Arthur, colliding against his massive frame.

"Damn you, whore!" He curses, his left fingers now grabbing the locks of her beautiful hair and pulling them, ignoring her agonised screams. With a brutal force, he bangs her face against the dashboard, effectively knocking her unconscious. Blood begins to trickle down the dashboard...

<font color="cyan">Outside the car...</font>

The car is now careening on as if possessed. It is quite clear that the next collision will likely cause some serious destruction...