A/N SAPPINESS ALERT. Ok, this is a short, sappy, chapter. I've never been
good at writing fight scenes, so instead I went for the sappiness. Well,
disclaimers in part one, enjoy.
He was just as I remembered him. Only now he seemed evil. He'd taken my Magenta away from me. I hated him for it. If it wasn't for him, Magenta would have come back to me, I knew it. She loved me. I could tell, her heart had raced, and her breathing grew shallow when I had encircled her.
I had one thought, to remove the one thing stopping me from getting Magenta back. As I lept at him, I pummeled him with my fists. He tried to fight me, but he couldn't put up with my fury. I heard Magenta telling me to stop, I could hear her sobbing. But it never quite registered.
It wasn't until he went unconscious, and Magenta pulled me off that I realized what I had done. There lay John, bleeding, bruised, and unconscious, all because of me. It was I who'd done all that damage. I rolled over, on the floor next to John, and felt sickened over what I had done.
Had I really done something similar to Magenta? Was it possible for me to become such a monster? Obviously so. I broke down. I couldn't stand it, I couldn't belive that I had done this. They say love does strange things to people, but this was definitely one of the strangest.
As I lay sobbing, Magenta came up to me, and gently cradled my head. I cried into her, letting all my pride and thought slip away. And she just sat there, she just sat there comforting me. I loved her, and I prayed, I prayed dearly that she loved me too.
He was just as I remembered him. Only now he seemed evil. He'd taken my Magenta away from me. I hated him for it. If it wasn't for him, Magenta would have come back to me, I knew it. She loved me. I could tell, her heart had raced, and her breathing grew shallow when I had encircled her.
I had one thought, to remove the one thing stopping me from getting Magenta back. As I lept at him, I pummeled him with my fists. He tried to fight me, but he couldn't put up with my fury. I heard Magenta telling me to stop, I could hear her sobbing. But it never quite registered.
It wasn't until he went unconscious, and Magenta pulled me off that I realized what I had done. There lay John, bleeding, bruised, and unconscious, all because of me. It was I who'd done all that damage. I rolled over, on the floor next to John, and felt sickened over what I had done.
Had I really done something similar to Magenta? Was it possible for me to become such a monster? Obviously so. I broke down. I couldn't stand it, I couldn't belive that I had done this. They say love does strange things to people, but this was definitely one of the strangest.
As I lay sobbing, Magenta came up to me, and gently cradled my head. I cried into her, letting all my pride and thought slip away. And she just sat there, she just sat there comforting me. I loved her, and I prayed, I prayed dearly that she loved me too.