A/N wow! More of Psycho John! He's fun to write.Thanx a lot to RocketBabe
and Falcon for reviewing! Enjoy!
I snuggled up close to him, and tucked my head beneath his chin. It felt so good to be back. He'd been so good to me recently. I felt his arms go around me and pulled me even closer. I was so content, I could start purring. I felt so comfortable in his arms. I gently drifted off to sleep, and I could tell he was not far behind me.
After a short, dreamless sleep, I woke up. I didn't know why. I just sat up, alert. I gently got out of bed, and walked to the bedroom door. Riff was still sound asleep. He looked so calm, so peaceful, so handsome. The pale moonlight glinted over his face, accenting his pale hair, and high cheekbones. I smiled, as he instinctively reached for the spot where I had just laid.
I snuck out of the room, where I was surprised. Out of nowhere a hand came up and grabbed me, and quickly covered my mouth so that I couldn't scream to Riff. I felt hot breath on my ear, and a silky voice spoke. "Oh Magenta, he took you away from me, didn't he?"I struggled against him, tried to do something, but he was stronger than I. he gave a small chuckle, not very loud, as he realized what I was doing.
"My my, you DID go back to the rat, eh? Well, you're mine now. Or should I say, mine again." With that, he dragged me forward. I didn't want to walk, but he was too forceful. When we got to the door though, I just stopped dead. I couldn't walk anymore. I couldn't leave him again, with or without force. He tried to pull me through, but I wouldn't budge. He picked me up and started to drag me halfway across the house, through the kitchen.
As we passed the counter, I tried to find a way to tell Riff what was happening. I couldn't scream, when John picked up me up I saw the glint of a laser. He'd kill Riff, or kill me if I so much as uttered a sound to alert Riff. I saw my chance, in the form of a pad and pen. I grabbed the pen and piece of paper and scrawled a "J" on it, before John walked past. I was slung over his shoulder, and he didn't even notice. Or if he did, he didn't show it.
I braced my feet on the doorframe trying to get some leverage against him. I went to scream out again, but he dropped me before I could, startling me. He then grabbed me, and ran out the front door, to his waiting car. He walked to the drivers side door and got in, sitting me in the passenger seat, and locked the door, trapping me with him I was terrified. I was shaking that's how scared I was.
He started driving back to his apartment, sneaking me insidious glances every chance he got. Where had the loving John that had cared for me last month gone? What had become of him? now he was no better than Riff had been. Riff had snapped, and now, so had John. But Riff snapped back. The question was could John?
I snuggled up close to him, and tucked my head beneath his chin. It felt so good to be back. He'd been so good to me recently. I felt his arms go around me and pulled me even closer. I was so content, I could start purring. I felt so comfortable in his arms. I gently drifted off to sleep, and I could tell he was not far behind me.
After a short, dreamless sleep, I woke up. I didn't know why. I just sat up, alert. I gently got out of bed, and walked to the bedroom door. Riff was still sound asleep. He looked so calm, so peaceful, so handsome. The pale moonlight glinted over his face, accenting his pale hair, and high cheekbones. I smiled, as he instinctively reached for the spot where I had just laid.
I snuck out of the room, where I was surprised. Out of nowhere a hand came up and grabbed me, and quickly covered my mouth so that I couldn't scream to Riff. I felt hot breath on my ear, and a silky voice spoke. "Oh Magenta, he took you away from me, didn't he?"I struggled against him, tried to do something, but he was stronger than I. he gave a small chuckle, not very loud, as he realized what I was doing.
"My my, you DID go back to the rat, eh? Well, you're mine now. Or should I say, mine again." With that, he dragged me forward. I didn't want to walk, but he was too forceful. When we got to the door though, I just stopped dead. I couldn't walk anymore. I couldn't leave him again, with or without force. He tried to pull me through, but I wouldn't budge. He picked me up and started to drag me halfway across the house, through the kitchen.
As we passed the counter, I tried to find a way to tell Riff what was happening. I couldn't scream, when John picked up me up I saw the glint of a laser. He'd kill Riff, or kill me if I so much as uttered a sound to alert Riff. I saw my chance, in the form of a pad and pen. I grabbed the pen and piece of paper and scrawled a "J" on it, before John walked past. I was slung over his shoulder, and he didn't even notice. Or if he did, he didn't show it.
I braced my feet on the doorframe trying to get some leverage against him. I went to scream out again, but he dropped me before I could, startling me. He then grabbed me, and ran out the front door, to his waiting car. He walked to the drivers side door and got in, sitting me in the passenger seat, and locked the door, trapping me with him I was terrified. I was shaking that's how scared I was.
He started driving back to his apartment, sneaking me insidious glances every chance he got. Where had the loving John that had cared for me last month gone? What had become of him? now he was no better than Riff had been. Riff had snapped, and now, so had John. But Riff snapped back. The question was could John?