A/N well now, two chapters in a night....cliff hangers are great, aren't
they? Well, anyways, here's the fic! Enjoy!
I peeked my head out of the bedroom, taking things in. I thought I had heard Riff's voice. And I had. The sight was hard to belive. There was Riff, standing still, looking almost scared. I could tell he was terrified, but he didn't show it. He always was good at hiding his feelings.
And across from Riff was John, laser in hand, staring down Riff. He was ready to pull the trigger on him. I couldn't stand it anymore. The seconds felt like minutes in the unbearable silence. I walked out of the room, and I saw Riff's eyes glance at me, and then return to John.
"John." I said, almost startling him. "Put the laser down."
"Stay out of this." He said, not taking his eyes off of Riff. "This is between him, and me." I saw the sweat starting to bead on his forehead.
"I can't John, and I won't." I said, edging along the wall. I stood next to him now, and I could watch everything he did.
"Yes you will!" he said, almost screaming. He snapped. He really had snapped.
"John, just calm down." I said, trying to do anything to save Riff.
"Yes, John just put the laser down." John's lips contorted into a snarl as Riff spoke.
"If you say one more word, I'm pulling the trigger." He growled at Riff. Riff promptly shut up.
"John, please." I pleaded, my mind going into overdrive. I couldn't let him kill Riff, but I also couldn't bear to see him suffer. John wanted me, that was obvious now, but I didn't want him. I never wanted him. all I ever wanted was Riff.
"Magenta, stay out of this, I don't want anything to happen to you." He said, his tone getting quieter with me. He had gone insane.
"John, I'm not going to, just put the laser down." I was panicking now. I had to think of something. Riff couldn't do anything, not without being shot.
"Shut up! Just shut the hell up, alright!" he said, screaming again. I took a cautious step toward him. "Stop moving, or I'm going to shoot him." I stopped dead. He wasn't bluffing. He really would shoot him.
I looked at John, then at Riff, then back at John. Riff gave me a pleading look. It was all up to me. And I couldn't think of anything. John started panting as the tension mounted. "Turn around Riff, turn around and leave" he said coldly. Riff slowly backed up, but from the look he gave me, he wasn't going to give up. As Riff turned around, I saw John's finger start to tighten on the trigger.
I peeked my head out of the bedroom, taking things in. I thought I had heard Riff's voice. And I had. The sight was hard to belive. There was Riff, standing still, looking almost scared. I could tell he was terrified, but he didn't show it. He always was good at hiding his feelings.
And across from Riff was John, laser in hand, staring down Riff. He was ready to pull the trigger on him. I couldn't stand it anymore. The seconds felt like minutes in the unbearable silence. I walked out of the room, and I saw Riff's eyes glance at me, and then return to John.
"John." I said, almost startling him. "Put the laser down."
"Stay out of this." He said, not taking his eyes off of Riff. "This is between him, and me." I saw the sweat starting to bead on his forehead.
"I can't John, and I won't." I said, edging along the wall. I stood next to him now, and I could watch everything he did.
"Yes you will!" he said, almost screaming. He snapped. He really had snapped.
"John, just calm down." I said, trying to do anything to save Riff.
"Yes, John just put the laser down." John's lips contorted into a snarl as Riff spoke.
"If you say one more word, I'm pulling the trigger." He growled at Riff. Riff promptly shut up.
"John, please." I pleaded, my mind going into overdrive. I couldn't let him kill Riff, but I also couldn't bear to see him suffer. John wanted me, that was obvious now, but I didn't want him. I never wanted him. all I ever wanted was Riff.
"Magenta, stay out of this, I don't want anything to happen to you." He said, his tone getting quieter with me. He had gone insane.
"John, I'm not going to, just put the laser down." I was panicking now. I had to think of something. Riff couldn't do anything, not without being shot.
"Shut up! Just shut the hell up, alright!" he said, screaming again. I took a cautious step toward him. "Stop moving, or I'm going to shoot him." I stopped dead. He wasn't bluffing. He really would shoot him.
I looked at John, then at Riff, then back at John. Riff gave me a pleading look. It was all up to me. And I couldn't think of anything. John started panting as the tension mounted. "Turn around Riff, turn around and leave" he said coldly. Riff slowly backed up, but from the look he gave me, he wasn't going to give up. As Riff turned around, I saw John's finger start to tighten on the trigger.