Desperation and Then Some
By Formerly Known As

Author's Note: Well here's something you never thought would happen! Another chapter to this story. But as it stands, this story looks like it wants to be written this summer…and may keep me up in the process. But then, that's what summer's for! Isn't it? Well, regardless.

Meant to make this chapter longer but for some reason, when I reached this point, it spoke as the end of the chapter to me. So here it is, in all its short glory.

I know you all hate that but well…That's just the way it's gonna be.

Chapter 2
Stupid Exclamations

The fat man currently looked about ready to explode. The vein on his neck was twice the size it should have been. His face had gone he same cherry red as his shirt. Considering the gun and the man's impressive (to understate the subject) size, Jamie should have been petrified. Instead she found it hilarious. It could have been the early hour of the morning? Night? Whatever. Or could it have Jamie's horrible sense of humor. Or perhaps a combination of the two.

Jamie turned her chair slightly to get a better view of the fat man with the gun. She stared up at the fat man's red face, trying hard not to snicker. That probably would have been a bad thing. He was shaking now, the gun gripped tightly in his hand, causing the gun barrel to sway back and forth. Not that the man needed to really do much aiming since he was about a foot away from Jamie.

"Who…are…you?" snarled the fat man.

Jamie blinked a little offended. After all, it was HER house (or at least her parents' house), not his. He should be answering her questions, not the other way around. Then again, thought Jamie, she didn't really have any questions she wanted to ask him, except perhaps how he had gotten into her living room. Besides, it never was very smart to argue with guys with guns.

"The name's Jamie," she replied, holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you. Who are you, again?"

The fat man stared down at her in shock. Apparently that wasn't the answer he was expecting. Which annoyed Jamie considering it was the correct answer to his question after all. What did he expect her to answer with? 'Hi, I'm Wonder Woman. Do you know the way to the Justice League?'

The fat man recovered and drew himself up proudly, the gun still fixed on Jamie. "I," he declared with all the dignity he could muster up, "am Ivo Robotnik, the great ruler—"

Jamie snorted. "Great's about right."

She then watched in fascination as the fat man proceeded to turn an even deeper shade of red, a feat Jamie had not thought possible. The gun stopped swaying from side to side as his grip tightened and Jamie suspected, for she could not see through his gloves, that his knuckles would be white. She was also vaguely surprised that the gun had not gone off yet, effectively killing her, considering the strength of his grip on the gun. But second after second, Jamie was surprised at her continued existence. And at the shade the fat guy was turning.

"I SHALL KILL YOU FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!" he finally roared.

Jamie rolled her eyes. "Dude, you've had the damn gun pointed at my head for the last thirty minutes or so. Either pull the damn trigger or get out of my house!"

He stared at her, mouth agape slightly. Jamie just rolled her eyes again. This was starting to get kind of lame. For having a gun pointed at her head at point blank range, this was getting kind of lame. Jamie never thought she'd see the day.

But then again, hell, it was night time anyway!

It was then that things went to hell. Minus the hand basket.

"Jamie? Jamie sweetheart?" A soft voice called from the end of the hallway outside of the living room.

Jamie's eyes went wide and more fear showed in them at that moment then during the entire conversation with Robotnik.

"Oh crap! It's my mother!"