She was taking what seemed like hours to dress and he knew she was doing it on purpose. He glanced at the closed bathroom door she was probably trying to think of a plan to hurt or kill him right now, He let her because he liked the challenge.
He must be losing his mind to even come here. He was a wanted man his picture all over the television and here he was instead of being long gone he wasn't far from where he started. All because of a game he was playing.
She looked around the tiny bathroom for anything she might use as a weapon. He wanted a game and he'd get one but she intended to win this time around. She didn't find anything to use but she wouldn't give up that easily.
She glanced in the mirror one last time. Her head was bruising and sore looking, Her hair just another thing he could use to control her lay in curls. He would use it too. She knew him and he loved using her hair as a hold.
She hadn't really thought about the clothes she slept in until now. The tight black tank top and dark gray pants weren't exactly modest. The pants were pretty tight fitting but she figured it wouldn't matter. She could beat him John knew she could that was why he sent her to begin with.
She opened the door and was surprised to see the room was in complete blackness. The only way you could see was by shadows from the moonlight and hotel sign shining in the window. Hoffman stood looking out the window.
She opened the door careful to be quiet and he didn't move when she slowly crept into the room. Looking around she carefully lifted the heavy lamp beside the bed and crept towards him. She worked her way a little closer and he still didn't move when she was less then a few inches away she took a deep breath and swung the lamp. What happened next only took a few seconds but seemed longer to her.
At the last possible second he spun around grabbing her wrists and slamming her into the wall to his left. The lamp smashed to the floor and her head pounded with the force of her hit against the wall. He leaned all his weight against her using her wrists above her head to hold her against the wall.
She took a deep breath and used every ounce of strength she had to push back and he actually moved two or three steps back but then he shoved her again. Her head hitting a little harder this time and she couldn't help the whimper that escaped.
She relaxed slightly sagging against the wall for support. Her head was throbbing with pain and she prayed it hadn't busted open again. He leaned more weight against her wrists and she knew he was letting bruises.
"Tell me something Jill, What were you going to do after you smashed my head in with a lamp? Huh?" She Shut her eyes just for a second.
"I don't know..." She admitted her head falling forward.
He moved grabbing a handful of hair with his right hand just like she knew he would and used it to pull her head up.
"Don't tell me you've have enough already" He looked at her and she smiled slightly.
"No...not yet" Her free hand went for his side. To the gun she knew he always had and she grabbed it giving a hard yank.
It came free she struggled to point it at him but he didn't move. She pressed it against his chest but he stayed where he was. He only moved to rest one hand on the wall behind her head freeing her other hand and her hair.
She was surprised at how much she had been relying on his strength to hold her up. The minute his support was gone her legs threatened to give out and she had to lean back against the wall. Her head ached to the point of passing out but she struggled to stay awake.
"Get away from me" She warned and he gave her a look.
She moved away from the wall and grew dizzy she swayed and his other arm the one not resting against the wall caught her around the waist a second before she would have collapsed to the floor.
She let him support her because it was the only option she had but she didn't let go of the gun. He leaned her back against the wall one arm still holding her up the other supporting his weight.
"Now what Jill? You shoot me and your going to have a nasty fall to the floor" She wasn't putting the gun down she didn't care.
She leaned her head back and shut her eyes taking a deep breath as the spinning and the aching slowly died down. She was just starting to regain her balance when the arm around her waist tossed her casually to the side.
She landed on the bed then bounced off landing on the floor on the other side. She dropped the gun when she hit and it landed a few inches away from her but she didn't have the strength to go for it.
She heard his boots slowly making their way towards her and she forced her eyes open she saw his shoes on the other side of the bed slowly coming around and she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees going for the gun.
He came around the corner and reached for her hair. She pulled the gun up aiming at him and finally falling back into a sitting position. They both knew she didn't have the strength to fight him anymore the gun was her only chance. He smiled at her and she backed against a wall needing the support.
"Go ahead, Shoot me...you know you want to every nerve in your body wants you too"
"I'm not like you, I'm not a killer" She shook her head.
"Oh yes you are, You just aren't a very good one" His voice was always soft and deep never rising above much more then a whisper and it set her skin on fire. Something about the calmness of his voice and actions even in the most heated of fights.
"Just leave me alone...I don't want anything to do with you...not another second ..."
"Oh yes you do because as much as you hate me Jill, I'm the only one you have left"
She cocked the gun and pointed it a little better.
"I do hate you"
"I wouldn't expect anything else" He told her and she waited a second.
She closed her eyes braced herself and pulled the trigger three times
Click, click ,click
She opened her eyes looking at the gun and he reached into his pocket pulling out the bullets and dumping them onto the floor she dropped the gun and put her head back. Feeling an overwhelming surge of depression.
He moved closer but she didn't even bother to fight him she was too tired. He reached for her and she looked up at him with tired unfocused eyes. His arms slid underneath her bent knees and behind her back lifting her as is she weighed nothing at all. She made a noise of protest but he didn't acknowledge it.
He moved over towards the bed and set her on it then turned and picked up his gun loading it and sticking it back in it's holder she tried to sit up and he went over kneeling beside her and pushing her back down onto the bed.
She panicked and fought him and he used the rest of his weight to hold her down leaning down closer. Close enough she could see into those blue eyes.
"I'll give you this round Jill" He told her and she brought up a knee hard into his side. He winced slightly before grabbing her knee and holding it down. He smiled.
He leaned close and pressed a kiss to her lips Quick and hard.
"That's my girl" He rolled off the bed and she passed out before the door even closed.
AUTHOR NOTE BELOW IS IMPORTANT
A/N: Hope you like this chapter please review I live for them.
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Note to COupDeGrace: Yeah I know right! How could she NOT want to I mean hello! LOOK AT HIM! is there seroiusly a woman alive who did not want to be her in that jail cell when he gets all close and says "How do I look?" I think he looked amazing! maybe if they had then all that tension would be gone and he wouldn't need to kill her. I think either she should have killed him or they should both be alive they could do seven more movies on just the two of them trying to kill each other and I would watch it. I honestly don't think he was going to kill her when he went into the cell though. He didn't seem interested in killing her until she stabbed him with that nail file and when I was watching it I'm like. GIRL ARE YOU STUPID! lol thanks for the review keep them coming.