Mad World (Gone Editing)

Filler Episode

<Hello everyone, I know it's been a while since I posted a new chapter and unfortunately this isn't a new chapter. I've been stuck on this one part because I can't understand what is keeping Elliot from moving on. A friend of mine suggested asking him, so that is what I am going to do. I figured I would let you guys in on our conversation. I am not even sure what is going to come out of this, if anything but, I thought it would be fun. So, enjoy and hopefully this leads to me finished chapter 21 this weekend...In between playing Call of Duty that is...Lol. Any way enjoy. P.S. The photo above is how I imagine Ashton way in the fall. I really wish I could have gotten a summer picture but oh well it's still beautiful right...Is this anything like how you pictured the tiny lane in Wolf Lake?>

Elliot opens the door and climbs the stair of the nondescript midwestern duplex that I call home. He knocks on the upstairs door under the batcave sign that displays my last name in bold black letters.

Nel: Come in. I'm in the living room.

I hear the door squeak as he eases it open. I already know he's glancing around just incase this is a trap. I don't blame him either. I'd left him a pretty sketchy message to get him to meet with me.

I see his shadow thrown on the wall containing my white board with the various names of comic books, and manga to read and anime to watch scrawled across it from the light on above the sink. I don't even flinch at the outline of the gun. I'd be a fool if I didn't think he would be armed.

Elliot pauses as he takes me in sitting on my side of the reclining love seat with my laptop open on my lap. He looks over my husband and our friend D.O. as they sit engrossed in the video game they are playing with friends from around the country.

Nel: Don't worry about them. They can't see you.

Elliot: What is this? Who are you? The last thing I remember is being in the back of the limo.

I take one last look at where I'd left off in Mad world and close the computer.

Nel: Yeah...You've been in the back of that limo for like two weeks...

Elliot's face screws up in confusion.

I guess Deadpool didn't teach me anything.

Nel: My name is Nel Blake and I'm a writer. I created you...Well based you off of a Tom Hardy character...

As he looks me over trying to see if I'm joking or not, I just smile up at him. The gun in his hand lowers slowly as he looks at me and comes to stand directly in front of my husband so that he is blocking the tv. He stares down at him, expecting some sort of reaction.

Nel: I told you he can't see you.

Elliot: I'm supposed to believe that I'm some sort of character in a book you're writing?

I shrug.

Elliot: So, what you sent me that cryptic ass message and then just blinked me out of the back of a moving car and brought me here?

Nel: Basically, but, uh, the message probably won't make it into the finished chapter but it was fun to write. (Sorry!)

His arm twitches like he wants to raise the gun again, but doesn't.

I wonder what a bullet from his gun would do to me. Probably nothing but still, I'm not a fan of having guns pointed at me. Especially by trained killers.

Nel: You mind just putting the gun away. Nothing here can touch you. Not even me.

I put my hand out, offering it to him.