A/N well now, here's another part..but sadly, it took forever to post
because of damn ff.net...ah well, here it is, enjoy!
I stared at the space where my door had just stood. Had he really just done what I think he had? Well, from the site of my door, or what was left of it, he had. My eyes narrowed as I stared at him. I knew why he was here. And I wouldn't let him get Magenta again.
"Where is she?" he asked me. I stared at him venomisly.
"I'm not letting you get her back. I saw what you did to her the last time you got her." I told him, obviously standing my ground. I wouldn't give her up. I loved her too much. I loved everything about her.
"she came back to me willingly!" he countered.
"Did she?" I said almost snarling. "Well she's not going back to you." I felt like snapping him in half. I could tear him limb from limb.
"Let her go, John. Just let her go." He was trying to reason with me. Well he could TRY to reason with me all he wanted, he wasn't going to get anywhere.
"Why should i?" I taunted him. oh, I was getting under his skin so well. He was beginning to crumple, beginning to get ticked off. I was waiting to deliver that one last blow to make him snap.
"I don't want to have to fight you John, but I will if I have to." He stepped inside, through the shattered remanints of the door, and within a few feet of me. My hand itched to grab the laser that sat on my hip.
"You would, would you?" I was getting amused watching him as I teased him. if he made so much as a step to go after me, I'd kill him. and i'd take pleasure in the act. He was the only thing between me and my Magenta. She was no longer his, like she had been for so many years, she'd was mine. He moved even closer to me, and my hand dropped down, my hand on the laser through my overcoat.
"John, please, just let her go. She's happy with me." He kept moving in towards me. He seemed almost to be pleading with me. My hand dropped inside my coat, and I pulled out the laser. I pulled it out and pointed it at him.
"I suggest you turn around and leave before I kill you. She's mine now." And in warning, I fired a shot at his feet, leaving the floor smoldering, almost melting his boots, before returning the laser to his chest. My finger was itching to pull the trigger, and if he didn't turn around, or even if he did, I was going to pull the trigger.
I stared at the space where my door had just stood. Had he really just done what I think he had? Well, from the site of my door, or what was left of it, he had. My eyes narrowed as I stared at him. I knew why he was here. And I wouldn't let him get Magenta again.
"Where is she?" he asked me. I stared at him venomisly.
"I'm not letting you get her back. I saw what you did to her the last time you got her." I told him, obviously standing my ground. I wouldn't give her up. I loved her too much. I loved everything about her.
"she came back to me willingly!" he countered.
"Did she?" I said almost snarling. "Well she's not going back to you." I felt like snapping him in half. I could tear him limb from limb.
"Let her go, John. Just let her go." He was trying to reason with me. Well he could TRY to reason with me all he wanted, he wasn't going to get anywhere.
"Why should i?" I taunted him. oh, I was getting under his skin so well. He was beginning to crumple, beginning to get ticked off. I was waiting to deliver that one last blow to make him snap.
"I don't want to have to fight you John, but I will if I have to." He stepped inside, through the shattered remanints of the door, and within a few feet of me. My hand itched to grab the laser that sat on my hip.
"You would, would you?" I was getting amused watching him as I teased him. if he made so much as a step to go after me, I'd kill him. and i'd take pleasure in the act. He was the only thing between me and my Magenta. She was no longer his, like she had been for so many years, she'd was mine. He moved even closer to me, and my hand dropped down, my hand on the laser through my overcoat.
"John, please, just let her go. She's happy with me." He kept moving in towards me. He seemed almost to be pleading with me. My hand dropped inside my coat, and I pulled out the laser. I pulled it out and pointed it at him.
"I suggest you turn around and leave before I kill you. She's mine now." And in warning, I fired a shot at his feet, leaving the floor smoldering, almost melting his boots, before returning the laser to his chest. My finger was itching to pull the trigger, and if he didn't turn around, or even if he did, I was going to pull the trigger.