A/N C'mon, did you really think I was going to leave y'all with that sappy
ending? Hell no! I hate sappiness.ah well, here it is, the sequal, from
John the Psycho's POV.enjoy!
I woke up feeling rather misplaced. After a minute I finally realized where I was. On my couch, in my living room. I took stock of my injuries. I could move my toes, good. I wiggled my fingers. No broken bones, at least. I gently probed my face, trying to see how badly I was hurt. I suppose the two things that were hurt the most were my pride and my heart.
I loved her. Who couldn't? she was beautiful, and wonderful. And he stole her away from me. He kidnapped her, I was sure of it. From all that she'd said, I was sure that she wouldn't go back to him without force. She hated him. Just like I hated him. I despised him. He took her away from me.
I walked to the bathroom and took in my bruised and battered face. If this was what she had gone through more than once, it was no wonder she'd left. He was so evil. He had always been creepy, and when he started balding, it made him look even scarier. He emanated evilness.
I stared myself in the eyes, focusing only on one thought. Revenge. All I wanted was to get him back for stealing my Magenta away from me. My hands gripped the sink, and I imagined that it was Riffs neck. I had to stop myself before I cracked the sink. I could only imagine all the things that he was doing to her. All of the evil things. It was up to me to save her..
I woke up feeling rather misplaced. After a minute I finally realized where I was. On my couch, in my living room. I took stock of my injuries. I could move my toes, good. I wiggled my fingers. No broken bones, at least. I gently probed my face, trying to see how badly I was hurt. I suppose the two things that were hurt the most were my pride and my heart.
I loved her. Who couldn't? she was beautiful, and wonderful. And he stole her away from me. He kidnapped her, I was sure of it. From all that she'd said, I was sure that she wouldn't go back to him without force. She hated him. Just like I hated him. I despised him. He took her away from me.
I walked to the bathroom and took in my bruised and battered face. If this was what she had gone through more than once, it was no wonder she'd left. He was so evil. He had always been creepy, and when he started balding, it made him look even scarier. He emanated evilness.
I stared myself in the eyes, focusing only on one thought. Revenge. All I wanted was to get him back for stealing my Magenta away from me. My hands gripped the sink, and I imagined that it was Riffs neck. I had to stop myself before I cracked the sink. I could only imagine all the things that he was doing to her. All of the evil things. It was up to me to save her..