A/N Hello again! Sorry for the really long time in between updates. My good friend Peaceful Sunrise wrote this chapter and sent it to me about a week ago, and I just haven't put it up. I'm very sorry! The next chapter is mine, and it'll take a while, because my show (Little Mermaid) is coming up and I probably won't have time to write. Apologizing in advance. Also, apologizing in advance for this chapter. It's kind of painful. Thanks Peaceful Sunrise for writing this chapter! Everyone should go check out her profile and look at her extremely good stories!
Chapter Two
John watched with grim satisfaction as Pip punched him in the stomach again. Those stupid Starkids must be worrying their tiny little heads off over their missing friend. He wondered if he had a girlfriend among them. That'd just make it all the better. Let them worry themselves sick forever. They'd never see him again.
"That's enough." he interrupted as Pip drew back his fist for another hit "I want a word with him."
John strolled casually to where Holden was gasping for air on the ground, taking extra care to step on his fingers. He knelt down, smirking as he saw his bruised face.
"Fucking bastard!" Holden gasped out at him. John smirked, and without warning, slapped him across the face, right on a big fat bruise, relishing the cry of pain that came.
"Not so high and mighty now, are we?" he said smugly "Away from the deluded, idiotic fangirls who waste their time on the computer all day, away from your precious, talentless friends, away from the cameras and the stage, you're really nothing at all, nothing special. Just a plain old ordinary guy, as stupid as the rest of the human race."
"Says the guy named John Smith." Holden said. John's eyes narrowed, and he slapped him again.
"You must be even more stupid than I thought if you're idiotic enough to try and insult me."
"Who's stupid? You're stupid! Seriously, you're the stupid one if you think you can get away with this."
Slap!
"Oh, but I can." John leaned in close "You see, right now, you are powerless. You can do nothing. You are my captive. And I hold the power of life or death over you. All it takes is for me to decide that you no longer need to live, and that's it for you."
Holden wrinkled his nose.
"Are you using mouthwash? You really should consider it. Or some gum at least. What have you been eating, garlic?"
SLAP!
"You think you're a funny guy." John sneered "Let's see how funny you are when you're facing the business end of a gun."
"Um, that was way less epic than it should have been. Couldn't you at least be a little more creative? Like, 'I think you're about to have a little accident, involving your head and my gun'. I mean, you'd be stealing it from me, but at least it's inventive!"
SLAP!
"You know, you really need to take lessons on how to slap people. That was pathetic! Have you ever done a chain slap? I bet you haven't."
John growled at the sheer cheek. This was going all wrong! He was supposed to be trembling in fear of him, afraid that he could die at any minute!
"Silence!" he snapped "You are not going to ruin this moment! I have dreamed of it for so long-"
"I used to dream about it! But never schemed or counted-"
"Quiet!" John slapped him again for good measure "All of my life-"
"-I've pictured them out there, keeping the peace in outer space!"
SLAP!
"Shut up!" John roared "You know what? Forget this! Pip, get the gun! Let's see what he has to say in the seconds before he dies."
"At least I won't have to see your ugly face anymore." that infuriating bastard said.
"Shut up!"
"How creative."
SLAP!
"Hey John, I have an idea." Pip said from the doorway.
"If it involves a much more painful death for him, I'm all in." John said.
"No, I was thinking. This dude's a writer, right?"
"Yeah I am!"
"Shut up!" John snapped "So what?"
"Well, I was thinking, a lot of people seem to like the stuff he writes, and that's how he and his pals got like super famous and stuff. Why should we waste that?"
"What do you mean?" John asked.
"We could get him to write us a good script or something, and then we could perform it and get really rich and famous!" Pip said excitedly "We wouldn't need to audition for any lame plays anymore. We'd be directing our own!"
"That's actually not a bad idea." John said thoughtfully. Pip beamed.
"It's a marvelous idea!" Holden said quickly "Completely brilliant!"
"Shut up, you! I'm thinking on whether to spare your miserable life or not." John said.
"Rich and famous..." Holden sang quietly "You'd get a lot of girls."
"Yeah!" Pip said "Come on, John, what could it hurt? If he gives us a crappy script, then we'll kill him, but if he gives us something good, we could make it big!"
"Can't hurt." Holden said solemnly.
John thought about it.
"Fine." he said "But one wrong move, and you're dead, Holden. The script isn't good, you're dead. People don't like it, you're dead."
"Trust me." Holden said "Everyone will love it."
"They better." John said, cracking his knuckles menacingly "Or you'll pay for it. Speaking of which, I don't like your smart mouth earlier. You'll get off lightly this time, but do it again and-"
"-I'm dead, I know." Holden rolled his eyes.
It was very satisfying to feel his fist impact with his face.
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