Author's Note: Hello readers. holy crap its been way too long. and that is just not ok.
well. In chapter 11 Rufus had Jason beaten on the ground and Patricia tied up. Then he interogated Jason till he basicaly admitted his feelings for Patricia. Now Patricia is untied and handed a dagger. I think were all caught up now. Ok lets do this!
Patricia blinked furiously, her vision fading fast, black spots filled the room around her. They shrouded Rufus's twisted sneer. They covered Jason's patheticaly contorted body. She panacked. And screamed out in fright, her hands covering her eyes. The knife fell to the floor in slow motion. Moments later Patricia felt something cold against her neck, and hot air on the back of it. There was a wisper in her ear. It was faint and taunting, completely evil.
"You don't want me to do this Patricia." Rufus spoke barely audible. The words slithered like a snake through Patricia's mind. She blinked a few more times. and then everything was clear in front of her. The silver dagger pressed up against her throught. The center of the bulls eye staring her down.
"Because if you don't I will. And that won't be pretty."
Jason caught Patricia's eye. But he didn't know what to say with that stare. He didn't know what she was saying. There wasn't much time to think either. A decision had to be made, before Rufus did. Jason knew he would die young, but never imagined anything in his wildest dreams as crazy as this. His fantasies were consistant to the same subject. Sex. With Patricia. He had lived those dreams. They had been reality. Jason couldn't help but wonder if this would be too. If this was his fate.
Suddenly nothing made sense. It caused Patricia to pop the big question.
"Why the hell did you come back? The elixir is gone. No one can live forever. What do you think your-"
"Thats wrong Patricia! I'm not no one!" Rufus laughed meliciously.
"But the elix-" Patricia started to speak again but was cut off face to face with Rufus this time. His foul breath pungently stinging her nose. She winced. He began to back away slowly. The knife still there in his hands. He gripped it tightly. And then flung it across the room.
It missed Jason's leg by only an inch. Patricia's heart began to thump. Rufus picked the knife back up, and tore off some of the fabric from Jason's pants. He gave it to Patricia.
"It's yours to keep my dear. A little momento I'd call it. hmm." He raised his arm again. Patricia screamed. This time he had a target. This time he was looking directly where he wanted the dagger to go. But that wasn't where the knife ended up.
When Patricia had screamed before it wasn't because she was afraid. It wasn't because Rufus was about to throw the dagger right to Jason's heart. She screamed for an entirely different reason.
