Monica:
We aren't going to make it, I know that's for certain. We're tied back-to-back, tape over our lips, and a goddamn bomb is ticking with only ten minutes left. After all the situations I've been in, all the narrow escapes, I'm about to be done in by one of the most cliche devices known to man.
Well fine, I've made my peace...but I've also got to get something off my chest.
Cerise I'm in love with you. There simple as that. Sure I make more "white girl" jokes than you can imagine, and I'm seriously never going to "get" Hüsker Dü, but I love you all the same.
"Mmghgmhm" 9 minutes left and the ropes around my wrists still aren't loose.
Cerise I don't know why it's taken me all this time to tell you this, and right now I'm kicking myself for not doing it sooner. Here you are every single day, always with that camera of yours making sure I look good, and always being the first to help me with everything...and..and...you always happened to be right in front of me. And I missed you.
"Mmghgmghmhmhm!" My eyes go wide, I think the knots around my wrists are slightly loose. I wiggle against you.
Cerise:
Ohmygod we're DEAD! No doubt in my mind, I mean the ropes are tight, the gags are secure, and neither of us are exactly escape artists. The time bomb keeps ticking, and no matter how hard I struggle I can't get free. That's okay though..at least I'm with you. Yeah that's right boss, I'm head over heels for you.
"Mmghgmghgmh!!" I try to help you with the knots around your wrists..no good.
It's hard to pinpoint exactly when I fell over heels for you. But if I had to put anything down on paper it would be that day in the apartment when I caught you dancing to Outkast's PJ & Rooster. Those tight jeans you wore, the way you moved..god I almost converted to hip-hop in full that day.
"mMGHGMHT!!!" My eyes go wide mostly because I feel your rear press against mine..then I realize that you've gotten the ropes around your wrists loose! Oh my god we might make it out!
Monica:
"Mmghgmghmh!!" Yeah that's it Cerise work with me here, help me out with the knots, and maybe..just maybe we might survive.
And if we do surive? Here's what I'm going to do. First I'm going to kiss you really hard, and for a hell of a long time. Then? I'm going to take you home, rip that "maoist revolutionary" get-up off, crank up some Lauryn Hill, and ravish your French ass for about 10 hours. That's exactly what I'm going to do, and I'm going to let you know...
"MGMGHGMGHMH!!!" I can feel it! The ropes! They're almost off my wrists! But there's only four minutes left! Shit!
Cerise:
"mghmmgghmghmghgm!!!" God it's hard getting these knots out but I think I can manage. I'm so nervous, so scared, but we just might make it!
And if we do make it? I'm going to take you back to Marseille with me, I'm going to dress you up as some Nubian queen, I'm going to put on P.J. Harvey, and I'm going to make love to you in every single building in the city. And I'm going to let you know....
"MGHGMGGHMHMH!!!!" Oh god! I feel the knots get loose! But only four minutes? We aren't going to make it.
Monica:
"MMGFGMGJGMGHGMGH!!!!" THERE! The ropes are off my wrists! Okay now pull the rope that binds our torso's together off, and try to untie your ankles. Hold on Cerise we're almost done.
I wonder if your lips taste like cherries.
Cerise:
"MGMGHGMGHGMHMH!!!!" YOU DID IT! I knew you could though, because everything about you is amazing. Get yourself untied then free me!
I wonder how warm you are.
Monica:
I pull the ankle ropes away! And with a loud "OWWW!" rip the tape off my lips. 2 minutes left. I rush to untie you, because I've got to say so much.
Cerise:
I feel you untie my wrists, and I without pause bend down and start untie my legs. You peel my gag off "Viens m'enculer!" I swear.
Monica:
Without another thought I grab you and start running, the seconds tick down, the door seems so far. "BOOOOMMMM!!!!" We just made it, tumbling into the bushes as the warehouse goes up in smoke.
I find myself on top of you.
Cerise:
We're not going to make it! We're going to die! No matter how fast we go! We make it...leaping out into the bushes just at the last second.
I find myself pinned underneath you.
Monica:
I kiss you.
Your lips taste like cherries.
Cerise:
I let you kiss me.
You feel so warm.
Monica Minx was one of the more interesting characters you created on your old 360 page. I enjoyed seeing her again. A little too much mush for my taste, but too often we see these experiences from either the villain or the rescuer's or a bound heroine's point of view. The non heroine victim point of view was a nice touch. I still am not selling Monica any life insurance.
ReplyDeleteThanks I'm actually doing a lot of re-invention of Monica and her background cast..with some hopeful ongoing stories coming up soon.
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