Part 17
George peeks through the small hole on the door. He notices John Grant standing on the door stoop. Why in the world is he out there? He is suppose to be monitoring the apartment.The cuddling must have thrown him off his rocker, he isn't really that supportive of George's sexual preference. George watches John shift his eyes down the red carpeted hallway, and is about to raise his hand to knock again, when George opens the door. "What are you doing here?" George asks him surprised.He figures it was the cuddling that drove him here, it would have to have been.But it was ridiculous to come over because of cuddling, but John always had been touchy about certain subjects.
"Can't I come over, and visit a friend, buddy-boy." John asks through one of his fake charming smiles.
George frowns a little, something seems strange about him. He noticed hes changed his tie as well, which seems a little odd. "Why would you be visiting now, didn't you have work you needed to finish?" George asks, trying to distinguish the tiny little pictures entwined in the blue fabric of his new tie. He notices thorns, then it hits him, a rose. A rose, but John doesn't even like flowers, why would he wear a tie with a rose? It strikes George as really peculiar, and he begins to get red flags thrown up in his mind, but he isn't sure why.
"I came to visit because I love you." John says flashing another fake smile.
Then, it hits George, the roses, the fake smiles, the I love you, his eyes widen, he should have known it before, he shouldn't have opened the door, what is he going to do now. His brown eyes widen, and he takes a small step back. "You...You're....You're not John...you're...Ja...." He can't say it. He can't believe Jack is standing outside his apartment door. George takes another step back. It doesn't hit him, he could shut the door and lock it, but that might have made things worse.
"If, I am not John, who am I mousy." John says approaching him.
"Jack." George whispers, taking a bigger step back.
"Oh, you actually do possess some intelligence, and you don't get off your computer screen. Hoe amusing, mouse." Jack says with a smile. He steps forward again, closing the door behind him.
George inches back again, this time hitting the golf clubs, and tumbling to the four with them. They make a loud clanking noise as the fall to the floor. A cracking is heard as well, when George's vertebrate connects loudly with a nine iron. Rich runs into to see the commotion. Jack pulls out an FBI issued glock, pointing it at Richard. "Hello, Richard.Get back into the living room, -or- George will die!" He turns the gun on George.
Rich runs back into the living room, frightened. He doesn't want to see George die, he hopes this person will not just shoot George.Rich knows the man looks familiar, but he can't place it. He sits back in the bean bag chair, realizing its one of George's co-workers, not liking this one bit.
"Get up!!!" Jack calls to George. George scrambles up. "Pick them up!!!" He yells to George, kicking him in the stomach, as he stands. George bends down and awkwardly picks them up, stuffing them into the bag, he sets the bag back against the table. Jack grabs his collar, and pulls him around the golf clubs, so he doesn't knock them over again.Jack is breathing into his face, heavily. "Do you want to die? Not a word, respond with a nod, -or- shake of the head." George shakes his head.
"Do you want to see Richard die?" Jack shakes him harshly as he says this, almost choking George. George shakes his head sharply again.
"Do you know what he did to my Samantha?" He says louder, and angrier spitting in George's face. George shakes his head slightly, trying to struggle for air, as Jack's hand closes tighter around his neck.
"DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE WEB SITE HE HAS FOR YOU, WHERE HE CALLED SAMANTHA A TRAMP?" Jack says shaking him even harder, George begins to see stars and can barely hear Jack. He tries to shake his head weakly, but he can't.
"DO YOU THINK SAMANTHA IS A TRAMP?" He asks, slamming George hard against the wall. George can't respond, he feels blood dripping into his mouth, from a newly acquired head wound. He tries to shake his head, but can't. "DO YOU?"
"N...No." George mumbles softly. Jack drops him, and he slides to the floor, leaving a trail of blood from the head wound. He struggles to keep his eyes open.
"RICHARD!!!! COME AND GET GEORGE AND BRING HIM TO THE LIVING ROOM, WE HAVE A TRIAL TO START, SOON. I HAVE TO GET SOMEONE!!!!!" It echoes through the apartment, as Jack bellows. Richard runs in, and almost burst into tears seeing George crumbled in a heap, knowing this is all his fault in some way. Jack steps away from him, and starts towards Rich's room. "PUT HIM ON THE COUCH!"
Rich helps George to his feet. "Are you okay, honey?" Rich asks concerned.
"Did you make a web site for me, and call Sam a tramp somewhere on it." George says struggling to his feet.
Rich nods. He wants to add something, but doesn't.
"Do you know who that is?" George says nodding his head towards the departing Jack, he wipes blood out of his eyes.
"John G...."
"Jack of All Trades! We are going to die now, because you did that!" George mumbles, stumbling to make it to the living room. Rich tries to help him stand, but George doesn't allow it. He makes it to the couch and sits, Rich sits next to him, and George scoots away.
A few seconds later, Jack comes back in with Tomas. George frowns, not even wanting to know who this is. Damn, he should had gotten the locks changed.
(more to come)
George peeks through the small hole on the door. He notices John Grant standing on the door stoop. Why in the world is he out there? He is suppose to be monitoring the apartment.The cuddling must have thrown him off his rocker, he isn't really that supportive of George's sexual preference. George watches John shift his eyes down the red carpeted hallway, and is about to raise his hand to knock again, when George opens the door. "What are you doing here?" George asks him surprised.He figures it was the cuddling that drove him here, it would have to have been.But it was ridiculous to come over because of cuddling, but John always had been touchy about certain subjects.
"Can't I come over, and visit a friend, buddy-boy." John asks through one of his fake charming smiles.
George frowns a little, something seems strange about him. He noticed hes changed his tie as well, which seems a little odd. "Why would you be visiting now, didn't you have work you needed to finish?" George asks, trying to distinguish the tiny little pictures entwined in the blue fabric of his new tie. He notices thorns, then it hits him, a rose. A rose, but John doesn't even like flowers, why would he wear a tie with a rose? It strikes George as really peculiar, and he begins to get red flags thrown up in his mind, but he isn't sure why.
"I came to visit because I love you." John says flashing another fake smile.
Then, it hits George, the roses, the fake smiles, the I love you, his eyes widen, he should have known it before, he shouldn't have opened the door, what is he going to do now. His brown eyes widen, and he takes a small step back. "You...You're....You're not John...you're...Ja...." He can't say it. He can't believe Jack is standing outside his apartment door. George takes another step back. It doesn't hit him, he could shut the door and lock it, but that might have made things worse.
"If, I am not John, who am I mousy." John says approaching him.
"Jack." George whispers, taking a bigger step back.
"Oh, you actually do possess some intelligence, and you don't get off your computer screen. Hoe amusing, mouse." Jack says with a smile. He steps forward again, closing the door behind him.
George inches back again, this time hitting the golf clubs, and tumbling to the four with them. They make a loud clanking noise as the fall to the floor. A cracking is heard as well, when George's vertebrate connects loudly with a nine iron. Rich runs into to see the commotion. Jack pulls out an FBI issued glock, pointing it at Richard. "Hello, Richard.Get back into the living room, -or- George will die!" He turns the gun on George.
Rich runs back into the living room, frightened. He doesn't want to see George die, he hopes this person will not just shoot George.Rich knows the man looks familiar, but he can't place it. He sits back in the bean bag chair, realizing its one of George's co-workers, not liking this one bit.
"Get up!!!" Jack calls to George. George scrambles up. "Pick them up!!!" He yells to George, kicking him in the stomach, as he stands. George bends down and awkwardly picks them up, stuffing them into the bag, he sets the bag back against the table. Jack grabs his collar, and pulls him around the golf clubs, so he doesn't knock them over again.Jack is breathing into his face, heavily. "Do you want to die? Not a word, respond with a nod, -or- shake of the head." George shakes his head.
"Do you want to see Richard die?" Jack shakes him harshly as he says this, almost choking George. George shakes his head sharply again.
"Do you know what he did to my Samantha?" He says louder, and angrier spitting in George's face. George shakes his head slightly, trying to struggle for air, as Jack's hand closes tighter around his neck.
"DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE WEB SITE HE HAS FOR YOU, WHERE HE CALLED SAMANTHA A TRAMP?" Jack says shaking him even harder, George begins to see stars and can barely hear Jack. He tries to shake his head weakly, but he can't.
"DO YOU THINK SAMANTHA IS A TRAMP?" He asks, slamming George hard against the wall. George can't respond, he feels blood dripping into his mouth, from a newly acquired head wound. He tries to shake his head, but can't. "DO YOU?"
"N...No." George mumbles softly. Jack drops him, and he slides to the floor, leaving a trail of blood from the head wound. He struggles to keep his eyes open.
"RICHARD!!!! COME AND GET GEORGE AND BRING HIM TO THE LIVING ROOM, WE HAVE A TRIAL TO START, SOON. I HAVE TO GET SOMEONE!!!!!" It echoes through the apartment, as Jack bellows. Richard runs in, and almost burst into tears seeing George crumbled in a heap, knowing this is all his fault in some way. Jack steps away from him, and starts towards Rich's room. "PUT HIM ON THE COUCH!"
Rich helps George to his feet. "Are you okay, honey?" Rich asks concerned.
"Did you make a web site for me, and call Sam a tramp somewhere on it." George says struggling to his feet.
Rich nods. He wants to add something, but doesn't.
"Do you know who that is?" George says nodding his head towards the departing Jack, he wipes blood out of his eyes.
"John G...."
"Jack of All Trades! We are going to die now, because you did that!" George mumbles, stumbling to make it to the living room. Rich tries to help him stand, but George doesn't allow it. He makes it to the couch and sits, Rich sits next to him, and George scoots away.
A few seconds later, Jack comes back in with Tomas. George frowns, not even wanting to know who this is. Damn, he should had gotten the locks changed.
(more to come)