A/N: Yes, I have changed my pen name from Bebop Bounty Huntress to
Doppleganger, as I've decided Marilyn Manson means more to me than Cowboy
Bebop. I will leave the 'aka Bebop B.H.' at the end for a while until
everyone can get used to the change, then it'll just be plain Doppleganger.
Or should it be Doppleherz? Which one do you think sounds better? But we
are one in the same person, so please, no one else E-mail me claiming I
stole Bebop Bounty Huntress's story ^^;; Anyway, was the cliffhanger at
the end of the last chapter really that unbearable? I didn't think it was
so bad, but then I guess that's because I know what happens next...ho hum,
well, anyway, sorry it took so long to update yet again, but this has got
to be the longest chapter of this story and it took me a while to sort
everything out, but, here you go, enjoy :P
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Jason's sudden advace had caught me off guard and I stood there frozen, rooted to the spot as I watched the two of them duke it out.
"You...stupid...selfish...son...of...a..." Jason snarled at Jamie, emphasizing each word with a hefty punch to his jaw. Jamie was lying on the floor where Jason had pushed him, pinned there by the bleach-blonde punk himself who was sitting on his chest, his knees restraining his arms, his fists flailing. "You...have...some...nerve...!"
"Stop! Stop!" Jamie finally managed to wriggle his arms free from under Jason and catch both his wrists in his strong grip. Though it was taking all his strength and concentration to hang on to him, and though his knuckles were still swinging dangerously close to his nose, Jamie suceeded in preventing them from coming in contact with his face long enough to speak. "Will you calm down and tell me what I did to Bobbi?!"
Jason paused for a moment, glaring at him malevolently. "Don't play dumb!"
"But I thought she's the one that dumped Jamie almost two years ago," I interrupted.
Jason snorted. "He told you that?"
"No, no, it's true...she...ditched me...two summers back at a motocross track...for the guy that worked at the consession stand, of all people. I haven't seen her since," Jame stammered, his voice sort of naisilly because of the steady trickle of blood dripping from it.
"That's not true and you know it," Jason smiled victoriously. Jamie's mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out. "What? No comebacks?" Jason said in mock surprise.
Jamie gave up searching for words and avoided both his tormentor's and my gaze. Confusion creased my forehead. Jamie was acting like the cat who was caught with its paw in the bird cage, but how could this be? Bobbi had told me herself she had grown bored with him, as did he...had he lied to me? I couldn't help the tiny feeling of offense that began growing in the pit of my stomach. Jamie had never kept anything from me before...But my attention was quickly diverted by something lying on the floor. About three feet away from the two guys was Jason's kitchen knife, the wooden handle was pointing towards me, the light from the table lamp glinting off its serrated blade.
"Isn't it true that a little less than a year after this said break up happened you and Bobbi met again at the same track, found you still had feelings for eachother and decided to give it a second go?" Jason asked innocently, completely oblivious to the weapon he had left so carelessly unguarded.
"...Well, yeah...my mistake," Jamie muttered.
I felt a pang of anger at his confession, but I pressed myself to ignore it. I couldn't be concerned with the affairs of my best friend at the moment, getting to the knife before Jason realized his blunder was much more important. Slowly but surely I began inching my way towards the forgotten cutlery. Jason was too preoccupied still trying to twist out of Jamie's grasp to notice what I was up to.
"And when Bobbi's parents found out about your criminal record, they weren't too thrilled about you seeing their daughter, were they? They asked her to dump you and find a more law-abiding boyfriend, right?" Jason went on like a lawyer.
I sunk down to the floor to make myself less conspicuous as I crawled along on my hands and knees toward the knife. I was almost there, almost within armslength...
"But you INSISTED you keep seeing eachother SECRETLY! AGAINST HER WILL! You selfish, stupid-!"
"No, no! That's a lie!" Jamie protested.
"Oh, is it?"
I tried to ignore Jamie's moan as Jason wrenched himself free and slugged him hard in the stomach. I needed to concentrate on getting that weapon...I lunged for it, but as soon as my fingers closed around the smooth handle, Jason lept off Jamie and onto me, shoving me down on my side, pinning my right arm underneath me and leaving my left one hopelessly vulnerable. I couldn't help but cry in dismay as I felt him painfully bend my wrist back, forcing me to drop the knife. He then twisted my once free arm back behind me, pressing it into the small of my back with his knee as he held the knife to my throat, the serrated edge barely grazing my skin.
"Thought I couldn't see what you were up to, bitch?" Jason cackled insanely.
Jamie groaned as he slowly rose to his feet, still clutching his stomach, a look of pain still registered on his face. "Stop it, Jason," he spoke in a strained voice. "Let her go. You said you would take this out with me. Leave her out of it-"
"But ho ho, isn't this the best way to get to you? I know how you feel about her."
Jamie faltered for a moment, and Jason grinned wickedly, knowing he'd struck a nerve.
"Yes, that's right, I was there in science when you were lamenting to your little gothic-punk poser friends about your crush on poor innocent Caitie and oh, woe is you, you would never be able to tell her..." Jamie started forward but Jason waggled a finger at him. "Ah ah ah, I wouldn't come any closer if I were you. Wouldn't want to be the cause of a 'preventable accident,' now would we? That's better. Let's see...I also remember a while back when you were hanging out at that Menold kid's locker after school, whining 'Oh, I'll never be able to ask Caitie to homecoming, she'll never go, she thinks it's too preppy, blah blah blah, life's so unfair,'" Jason taunted. I felt my cheeks begin to flush, as did Jamie's. It was taking all his willpower to stand his ground. Jason chuckled. "And let's not forget that time under the bleachers during the first season's football game-"
Jamie snapped. Quick as a flash he pounced on Jason, his fingers wrapping around the golden chain which linked his piercing to his spiked dog collar, and, of course, pulling.
Jason let out a bloodcurling scream as the earring ripped through his earlobe and immediately let go of both the knife and me as he grabbed at his ear, blood oozing out from between his fingers, staining his green T- shirt.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, I snagged the dropped weapon, squirmed out from underneath my terrorist, and joined Jamie on the other side of the room.
Jason jumped to his feet, still holding his ear and shaking with rage. "Oh...you shouldn't have done that, James," he glared at him. "Oh, no sir, that was a BIG mistake..." He started towards us, one small step at a time. I shrunk back a little but Jamie stood firm.
"Give me the knife," he quickly instructed. I blinked, the meaning of his words not sinking in at first. "It'll be ok, just give it to me." I looked down at it a moment, then nodded and handed it to him. "Leave," he spoke to Jason. "You've done enought damage here."
"Oh, I haven't even BEGUN my revenge," Jason laughed bitterly. He was now only about six feet away from us, and closing the distance fast. I backed up as far as I could until the end table hampered my progress.
Jamie took one menacing step forward, brandishing the seven inch blade. "I'm warning you-"
"And I'm warning you! Bobbi will NOT go unavenged!" And with that, he charged. He darted forward four steps, ducked Jamie's swing, feigned an uppercut, and as Jamie raised his hands to protect his face, he went for his exposed torso. With lightning agility he tackled Jamie, headbutting him right into the table. I jumped out of the way as the terricotta lamp shattered on the floor, the bulb flickering out on impact. I cringed as Jamie flipped over the table top, landing on the other side. Though he missed the broken pottery pieces, he did smack his head pretty hard against the lenolium floor of the kitchen.
"Bastard!" Jason snarled maliciously, breathing heavilly. "Trying to get Bobbi pregnant."
I looked at him incredulusly. Was what he saying really true? No, I firmly told myself. Jason was making it up. He was insane. He was not to be trusted.
"Well," Jason nodded. "Bobbi's revenge is almost complete." He looked me over and I felt a growing sense of anxiety inflating inside me. "Just one thing left to do..." And with that, he grabbed me by the shoulders and planted a deep kiss on my surprised lips. I tried to back away, but his grip was painfully strong. I could feel his eyes roaming hungrilly over my body and I screamed.
"Jamie! Jamie, please! Help!" But Jamie's body remained limp and lifeless where he had fallen. "Jamie!" Still nothing.
"Oh, Jamie's out of the picture for now," Jason waved dismissively. "It's just you, me, and a score to settle..." He grinned triumphantly and once again covered my mouth with his. Struggling violently, I tried to follow Jamie's suit and reached for his nose or eyebrow ring, but he easilly blocked my hand. "No, no, no, look but don't touch," he repremanded, slipping one arm around my waist and the other behind my knees. I kicked out forcefully as he lifted me up, but he evaded my thrashing legs as he carried me over to the couch.
"No, no...please don't..." I wailed.
"Hey." He threw me down on the sofa. "If I recall correctly, just a few moments ago you were sitting there crying your eyes out, 'Oh, Jason, rape me, do whatever you want to me, just don't kill me...'" He smirked. "Well, I've decided to take you up on your offer." I watched his every move fearfully, but he only sighed exasperatedly. "You know, if you'd only relax and try to enjoy yourself, you might actually have fun." He winked before descending on me once again.
I screamed "Jamie!" as many times as I could before his lips met mine. His tongue, which twisted and squirmed around like a serpent in the far reaches of my throat, seemed to be trying to inspect my tonsils, while his hands seemed eager to explore every other part of my body. Tiring of my mouth, his moved down to my neck, and as soon as I could inhale enough air to speak, I resumed my yelling. "Jamie! JAMIE!"
"Your...efforts...are futile," Jason said between kisses. "Go...ahead...scream...your...head off...there's...no one...here to...hear you."
"Ja-MIE!" I gasped sharply when I felt his hand on my bare stomach, slowly creeping its way underneath the waistband of my jeans. "Jamie!" I cried for the umpteenth time. I scratched and clawed at the offending arm, but though skin flaked and peeled off, getting lodged under my finger nails, Jason didn't pay any attention to it. His fingers were getting dangerously close...but then...Jason and I both looked up in disbelief. A barely audiable but still distinct moaning was coming from the end table. Jamie was coming to! "Jamie! Jamie!" I yelled with renewed fervor. Jason understood his predicament and increased the speed of his movements. "Jamie! Jamie, please wake up!" I kept repeating, realizing my time was rapidly running out. "Jamie!"
"Unh...C...Caitie?" He groaned, stirring slightly.
Yes! Get up! Get up! "Jamie!" Jason's fingers discovered the waistband of my underwear. "Jamie, PLEASE!"
"Hmm? Caitie?" The table creaked as he said up on it, rubbing the back of his head. "What is it?"
Oh, God, he was still groggy! Get up! Get up!
He rubbed at his eyes a few times, then looked around. "Caitie!" he blinked in surprise, jumping to his feet. "Jason, what the hell are you doing?!"
Like a dog that had just been swatted with a rolled up newspaper, the pierced punk rolled off me and stood panting heavilly, glaring reprovingly at Jamie. "Why should I stop? You tried to knock Bobbi up, why can't I do the same to this little bitch?"
"No!" Jamie covered his ears with his hands. "Stop saying that! It's not true!"
"I think what YOU'RE saying isn't true...but no matter," he shrugged nonchalently, shoving my legs off the couch, forcing me to sit up straight, and taking a seat next to me. With one hand painfully squeezing my wrist to prevent any chance of an excape, he laid his other arm around my shoulders and looked smugly up at Jamie. "So, how many times did you and Bobbi do it? I promise I won't screw Caitie a single time more than you forced 'the Bullet' to..." he smiled raunchilly and turned toward me. "...Unless you want me to..." He winked and began toying with the ends of my hair, twirling it around his fingers.
"Get away from me," I curled my lip in disgust. I tried to get up, but Jason forced me back down.
Jamie, meanwhile, was nearly hopping with rage. "That's a lie! It's all a lie!" He kept shaking his head. "Please! None of it's true! Let her go! I...I...Where are you getting this anyway?"
"Bobbi told me," he cocked his head indifferently.
"Bobbi? Bobbi?" Jamie laughed like it was a joke. "And you listened to her? Ha ha! That was your first mistake!" He chuckled to himself. "You actually listened to her...no wonder all these stories are backward and twisted..."
"Are you calling her a lier?!" Jason interrupted sharply.
"What does it sound like I'm calling her?" he snorted. "About ninety-five percent of everything that comes out of that girl's mouth is complete exageration. Expecially when she's mad at someone. Then she'll go out and tell every random person she meets some slanderous, off the wall lie-"
"Bobbi's NOT a lier!" Jason roared suddenly, leaping off the couch. His whole body was trembling slightly with anger, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Do you really believe that?" Jamie cocked an eyebrow at him. "Man, she's got you wrapped around her little finger-"
"No!" Jason shouted. "You're the lier! You're just trying to save what's left of your pathetic reputation so you don't look like a jackass in front of HER!" he jabbed his thumb in my direction.
"No," Jamie spoke calmly, shaking his head in what seemed like admiration. "I don't know how she does it...but she's really got you fooled."
"NO SHE DOESN'T!"
"Look, man, I dated her for almost six months, ten altogether if you count our...er...little secret...relationship...but the point is that...well, I really think I have a slightly better idea what she's about than you do..."
Stupid Jamie! I mentally yelled at him. He knew better than to insult Jason when he had me pinned to the couch! Jason would explode!
"NOBODY KNOWS MY BABY SISTER BETTER THAN I DO!"
Jamie stood there speechless, his eyes wide with shock. "Baby...baby sister? ...Rendleman! Of course! Why didn't I see it before?"
Jason looked at him as though he was insane. "Oh my God, you JUST realized that now? You're kidding, right? Wow, you're a real quick one, Waite."
"No wonder I was so suspicious of you! You both belong in the loony bin!"
"Me?! I'm not the one that thinks getting someone pregnant will force their parents to accept you!"
"See, that's where she has you all screwed up. SHE'S the one who insisted whe go back out again, SHE'S the one who insisted we keep our relationship a secret so her family wouldn't find out, and SHE'S the one who insisted we should have a kid to show her mom how serious we were. I never touched her of course, I always refused, but she would constantly bring it up and bug me about it till it drove me up a wall. In fact, just a few hours ago I finally broke up with her over the phone-"
"My baby sister would not contemplate suicide over an idea SHE came up with!"
Jamie hesitated for a moment. "She...she tried to kill herself?" He looked skeptical.
"She told me she was thinking about it," Jason said, starting to calm down a little bit. "About a week ago she spilled to me about your little hushed fling thing, and the next few days she spent lamenting to me about how she was afraid you were going to break up with her. Then yesterday...er, well," he glanced down at his watch. "Two days ago now, I guess, as it's past midnight, I walked in on her crying in her room. I asked what was wrong and she said she wanted to die. I asked her why and she said because she didn't know what to do, so I sat down with her and asked her to tell me the whole story, and she went on about how you were getting sick of ducking around in secret and how you came up with this wacked idea that maybe if Bobbi got pregnant our parents would finally give in and allow you to see eachother freely. She said that when she expressed her uncertainty about it, you got pissed and threatened that if she didn't agree with your terms you'd ditch her, and that's when she ran home and locked herself in her bedroom."
Jamie only shook his head. "I'm sorry, man, but it's the exact opposite. She's the one that came up with that outlandish plan. I told her it was wrong, unfair to the two of us, both our parents, and the kid. Then she blew up on me. Said that if I really loved her I would do it, but I never did because it just didn't seem...right." He shrugged apologetically. "That's the truth."
Jason seemed unwilling to believe it. "I'm so sure," he crossed his arms over his chest, he and Jamie resuming their exchange of hate-filled looks.
I was no longer in his circulation-stopping clutch. I was free! Now was my chance! I made a run towards Jamie, but Jason wasn't too keen on releasing his ransom just yet. "Oh no you don't." He jumped after me, wrapping his arms around my middle and dragging us both to the floor. I would not be held back again. Oh, no, not this time, not after all I've already been forced to endure. As soon as I could get my bearings, I twisted and squirmed like a worm, trying to wriggle out of the range of his contracting fingers. Like an alligator or some other low-to-the-ground four-legged animal, I crawled across the floor on my stomach, just trying to escape. But Jason retaliated. Before I could get very far, I felt his vice-like grip close around my ankle, trying to pull me back towards him. No! I rolled over onto my back, hoping to twist his hand along with me and break his grip. No such luck. I tried to kick him in the face, but he was barely close enough for my stocking feet to even tap him.
"Jamie, help!" I screamed as Jason suceeded in grabbing my right leg as well, but Jamie was already on it.
He raced back to the wooden end table where he had been knocked out and grabbed the knife he had dropped. Rushing back to my aid, he grabbed a handful of Jason's long bleach-blonde spiked hair and pulled him violently off me. I scrambled to my feet as Jamie began kicking him fiercely until Jason flopped over with his back in the air to protect his, what must already be black and blue, stomach. At that point, Jamie lept on top of him, yanked his head back by another fistful of hair, and pressed the knife to his thraot. "Leave!" he hissed. "Get out of this house. I told you what really happened, now the only person you have a right to be mad at is your sister. Now get out or I'll give you several more piercings."
"I...I'm going to call the police." I started for the phone, the simple rational idea only just coming to me.
"Good idea," Jamie nodded. "Even better. Juvenile Hall for you, oh yes-"
"Wait! No, please, wait..." Jason called out, defeted. "Don't bring the cops into this...James, just let me up and I'll get out of here, I swear, please..."
"And how do we know you're not just feeding us a load of bull crap?" Jamie spat.
Jason only snorted bitterly. "C'mon, James. What can I do against you? You've got my weapon."
I gripped the cordless phone reciever tightly out of nervousness as Jamie sat there silent for a while, sizing up the situation. "All right, but if hide or hair of you is still visible by the time I count to ten, Caitie's dialing nine-one-one."
"Ok," Jason nodded his agreement, nearly catching his neck on the cutlery blade that was still positioned under his chin.
"Ok," Jamie repeated, and, with the knife brandished cautiously in front of him, he slowly rose off Jason and backed away till he was standing just a short distance in front of me.
Stiffly, Jason got up, holding one arm around his sore stomach and favouring a nasty dark bruise above his left eyebrow. He took one last look at the two of us, though his soldier-blue eyes weren't as filled with the hatred and malice they had once been, and he turned and left through the broken window of the sliding glass door.
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A/N: All three of my muses, it seems, were on vacation when I was trying to write this. The result? This chapter was forced and rather flat. Probably one of the worst ones I've written yet. Sorry about that ^^; And also, I don't remember the show ever mentioning Bobbi's last name, so I made it Rendleman...if that's not it, oops, my bad. Anyway, this story is just about complete, I'll just write one more chapter to tie up loose ends, and voila, it'll be the first fic I've sucessfully completed :P Then I can post its sequel. But even tho this chapter was poor, that doesn't mean you have the right to stop reviewing ;) Please R/R everyone, I'd like to break 60 reviews ^_^ And also please tell me which pen name, Doppleganger or Doppleherz, you think sounds better. Thanks a bunch ^_^
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Jason's sudden advace had caught me off guard and I stood there frozen, rooted to the spot as I watched the two of them duke it out.
"You...stupid...selfish...son...of...a..." Jason snarled at Jamie, emphasizing each word with a hefty punch to his jaw. Jamie was lying on the floor where Jason had pushed him, pinned there by the bleach-blonde punk himself who was sitting on his chest, his knees restraining his arms, his fists flailing. "You...have...some...nerve...!"
"Stop! Stop!" Jamie finally managed to wriggle his arms free from under Jason and catch both his wrists in his strong grip. Though it was taking all his strength and concentration to hang on to him, and though his knuckles were still swinging dangerously close to his nose, Jamie suceeded in preventing them from coming in contact with his face long enough to speak. "Will you calm down and tell me what I did to Bobbi?!"
Jason paused for a moment, glaring at him malevolently. "Don't play dumb!"
"But I thought she's the one that dumped Jamie almost two years ago," I interrupted.
Jason snorted. "He told you that?"
"No, no, it's true...she...ditched me...two summers back at a motocross track...for the guy that worked at the consession stand, of all people. I haven't seen her since," Jame stammered, his voice sort of naisilly because of the steady trickle of blood dripping from it.
"That's not true and you know it," Jason smiled victoriously. Jamie's mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out. "What? No comebacks?" Jason said in mock surprise.
Jamie gave up searching for words and avoided both his tormentor's and my gaze. Confusion creased my forehead. Jamie was acting like the cat who was caught with its paw in the bird cage, but how could this be? Bobbi had told me herself she had grown bored with him, as did he...had he lied to me? I couldn't help the tiny feeling of offense that began growing in the pit of my stomach. Jamie had never kept anything from me before...But my attention was quickly diverted by something lying on the floor. About three feet away from the two guys was Jason's kitchen knife, the wooden handle was pointing towards me, the light from the table lamp glinting off its serrated blade.
"Isn't it true that a little less than a year after this said break up happened you and Bobbi met again at the same track, found you still had feelings for eachother and decided to give it a second go?" Jason asked innocently, completely oblivious to the weapon he had left so carelessly unguarded.
"...Well, yeah...my mistake," Jamie muttered.
I felt a pang of anger at his confession, but I pressed myself to ignore it. I couldn't be concerned with the affairs of my best friend at the moment, getting to the knife before Jason realized his blunder was much more important. Slowly but surely I began inching my way towards the forgotten cutlery. Jason was too preoccupied still trying to twist out of Jamie's grasp to notice what I was up to.
"And when Bobbi's parents found out about your criminal record, they weren't too thrilled about you seeing their daughter, were they? They asked her to dump you and find a more law-abiding boyfriend, right?" Jason went on like a lawyer.
I sunk down to the floor to make myself less conspicuous as I crawled along on my hands and knees toward the knife. I was almost there, almost within armslength...
"But you INSISTED you keep seeing eachother SECRETLY! AGAINST HER WILL! You selfish, stupid-!"
"No, no! That's a lie!" Jamie protested.
"Oh, is it?"
I tried to ignore Jamie's moan as Jason wrenched himself free and slugged him hard in the stomach. I needed to concentrate on getting that weapon...I lunged for it, but as soon as my fingers closed around the smooth handle, Jason lept off Jamie and onto me, shoving me down on my side, pinning my right arm underneath me and leaving my left one hopelessly vulnerable. I couldn't help but cry in dismay as I felt him painfully bend my wrist back, forcing me to drop the knife. He then twisted my once free arm back behind me, pressing it into the small of my back with his knee as he held the knife to my throat, the serrated edge barely grazing my skin.
"Thought I couldn't see what you were up to, bitch?" Jason cackled insanely.
Jamie groaned as he slowly rose to his feet, still clutching his stomach, a look of pain still registered on his face. "Stop it, Jason," he spoke in a strained voice. "Let her go. You said you would take this out with me. Leave her out of it-"
"But ho ho, isn't this the best way to get to you? I know how you feel about her."
Jamie faltered for a moment, and Jason grinned wickedly, knowing he'd struck a nerve.
"Yes, that's right, I was there in science when you were lamenting to your little gothic-punk poser friends about your crush on poor innocent Caitie and oh, woe is you, you would never be able to tell her..." Jamie started forward but Jason waggled a finger at him. "Ah ah ah, I wouldn't come any closer if I were you. Wouldn't want to be the cause of a 'preventable accident,' now would we? That's better. Let's see...I also remember a while back when you were hanging out at that Menold kid's locker after school, whining 'Oh, I'll never be able to ask Caitie to homecoming, she'll never go, she thinks it's too preppy, blah blah blah, life's so unfair,'" Jason taunted. I felt my cheeks begin to flush, as did Jamie's. It was taking all his willpower to stand his ground. Jason chuckled. "And let's not forget that time under the bleachers during the first season's football game-"
Jamie snapped. Quick as a flash he pounced on Jason, his fingers wrapping around the golden chain which linked his piercing to his spiked dog collar, and, of course, pulling.
Jason let out a bloodcurling scream as the earring ripped through his earlobe and immediately let go of both the knife and me as he grabbed at his ear, blood oozing out from between his fingers, staining his green T- shirt.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, I snagged the dropped weapon, squirmed out from underneath my terrorist, and joined Jamie on the other side of the room.
Jason jumped to his feet, still holding his ear and shaking with rage. "Oh...you shouldn't have done that, James," he glared at him. "Oh, no sir, that was a BIG mistake..." He started towards us, one small step at a time. I shrunk back a little but Jamie stood firm.
"Give me the knife," he quickly instructed. I blinked, the meaning of his words not sinking in at first. "It'll be ok, just give it to me." I looked down at it a moment, then nodded and handed it to him. "Leave," he spoke to Jason. "You've done enought damage here."
"Oh, I haven't even BEGUN my revenge," Jason laughed bitterly. He was now only about six feet away from us, and closing the distance fast. I backed up as far as I could until the end table hampered my progress.
Jamie took one menacing step forward, brandishing the seven inch blade. "I'm warning you-"
"And I'm warning you! Bobbi will NOT go unavenged!" And with that, he charged. He darted forward four steps, ducked Jamie's swing, feigned an uppercut, and as Jamie raised his hands to protect his face, he went for his exposed torso. With lightning agility he tackled Jamie, headbutting him right into the table. I jumped out of the way as the terricotta lamp shattered on the floor, the bulb flickering out on impact. I cringed as Jamie flipped over the table top, landing on the other side. Though he missed the broken pottery pieces, he did smack his head pretty hard against the lenolium floor of the kitchen.
"Bastard!" Jason snarled maliciously, breathing heavilly. "Trying to get Bobbi pregnant."
I looked at him incredulusly. Was what he saying really true? No, I firmly told myself. Jason was making it up. He was insane. He was not to be trusted.
"Well," Jason nodded. "Bobbi's revenge is almost complete." He looked me over and I felt a growing sense of anxiety inflating inside me. "Just one thing left to do..." And with that, he grabbed me by the shoulders and planted a deep kiss on my surprised lips. I tried to back away, but his grip was painfully strong. I could feel his eyes roaming hungrilly over my body and I screamed.
"Jamie! Jamie, please! Help!" But Jamie's body remained limp and lifeless where he had fallen. "Jamie!" Still nothing.
"Oh, Jamie's out of the picture for now," Jason waved dismissively. "It's just you, me, and a score to settle..." He grinned triumphantly and once again covered my mouth with his. Struggling violently, I tried to follow Jamie's suit and reached for his nose or eyebrow ring, but he easilly blocked my hand. "No, no, no, look but don't touch," he repremanded, slipping one arm around my waist and the other behind my knees. I kicked out forcefully as he lifted me up, but he evaded my thrashing legs as he carried me over to the couch.
"No, no...please don't..." I wailed.
"Hey." He threw me down on the sofa. "If I recall correctly, just a few moments ago you were sitting there crying your eyes out, 'Oh, Jason, rape me, do whatever you want to me, just don't kill me...'" He smirked. "Well, I've decided to take you up on your offer." I watched his every move fearfully, but he only sighed exasperatedly. "You know, if you'd only relax and try to enjoy yourself, you might actually have fun." He winked before descending on me once again.
I screamed "Jamie!" as many times as I could before his lips met mine. His tongue, which twisted and squirmed around like a serpent in the far reaches of my throat, seemed to be trying to inspect my tonsils, while his hands seemed eager to explore every other part of my body. Tiring of my mouth, his moved down to my neck, and as soon as I could inhale enough air to speak, I resumed my yelling. "Jamie! JAMIE!"
"Your...efforts...are futile," Jason said between kisses. "Go...ahead...scream...your...head off...there's...no one...here to...hear you."
"Ja-MIE!" I gasped sharply when I felt his hand on my bare stomach, slowly creeping its way underneath the waistband of my jeans. "Jamie!" I cried for the umpteenth time. I scratched and clawed at the offending arm, but though skin flaked and peeled off, getting lodged under my finger nails, Jason didn't pay any attention to it. His fingers were getting dangerously close...but then...Jason and I both looked up in disbelief. A barely audiable but still distinct moaning was coming from the end table. Jamie was coming to! "Jamie! Jamie!" I yelled with renewed fervor. Jason understood his predicament and increased the speed of his movements. "Jamie! Jamie, please wake up!" I kept repeating, realizing my time was rapidly running out. "Jamie!"
"Unh...C...Caitie?" He groaned, stirring slightly.
Yes! Get up! Get up! "Jamie!" Jason's fingers discovered the waistband of my underwear. "Jamie, PLEASE!"
"Hmm? Caitie?" The table creaked as he said up on it, rubbing the back of his head. "What is it?"
Oh, God, he was still groggy! Get up! Get up!
He rubbed at his eyes a few times, then looked around. "Caitie!" he blinked in surprise, jumping to his feet. "Jason, what the hell are you doing?!"
Like a dog that had just been swatted with a rolled up newspaper, the pierced punk rolled off me and stood panting heavilly, glaring reprovingly at Jamie. "Why should I stop? You tried to knock Bobbi up, why can't I do the same to this little bitch?"
"No!" Jamie covered his ears with his hands. "Stop saying that! It's not true!"
"I think what YOU'RE saying isn't true...but no matter," he shrugged nonchalently, shoving my legs off the couch, forcing me to sit up straight, and taking a seat next to me. With one hand painfully squeezing my wrist to prevent any chance of an excape, he laid his other arm around my shoulders and looked smugly up at Jamie. "So, how many times did you and Bobbi do it? I promise I won't screw Caitie a single time more than you forced 'the Bullet' to..." he smiled raunchilly and turned toward me. "...Unless you want me to..." He winked and began toying with the ends of my hair, twirling it around his fingers.
"Get away from me," I curled my lip in disgust. I tried to get up, but Jason forced me back down.
Jamie, meanwhile, was nearly hopping with rage. "That's a lie! It's all a lie!" He kept shaking his head. "Please! None of it's true! Let her go! I...I...Where are you getting this anyway?"
"Bobbi told me," he cocked his head indifferently.
"Bobbi? Bobbi?" Jamie laughed like it was a joke. "And you listened to her? Ha ha! That was your first mistake!" He chuckled to himself. "You actually listened to her...no wonder all these stories are backward and twisted..."
"Are you calling her a lier?!" Jason interrupted sharply.
"What does it sound like I'm calling her?" he snorted. "About ninety-five percent of everything that comes out of that girl's mouth is complete exageration. Expecially when she's mad at someone. Then she'll go out and tell every random person she meets some slanderous, off the wall lie-"
"Bobbi's NOT a lier!" Jason roared suddenly, leaping off the couch. His whole body was trembling slightly with anger, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Do you really believe that?" Jamie cocked an eyebrow at him. "Man, she's got you wrapped around her little finger-"
"No!" Jason shouted. "You're the lier! You're just trying to save what's left of your pathetic reputation so you don't look like a jackass in front of HER!" he jabbed his thumb in my direction.
"No," Jamie spoke calmly, shaking his head in what seemed like admiration. "I don't know how she does it...but she's really got you fooled."
"NO SHE DOESN'T!"
"Look, man, I dated her for almost six months, ten altogether if you count our...er...little secret...relationship...but the point is that...well, I really think I have a slightly better idea what she's about than you do..."
Stupid Jamie! I mentally yelled at him. He knew better than to insult Jason when he had me pinned to the couch! Jason would explode!
"NOBODY KNOWS MY BABY SISTER BETTER THAN I DO!"
Jamie stood there speechless, his eyes wide with shock. "Baby...baby sister? ...Rendleman! Of course! Why didn't I see it before?"
Jason looked at him as though he was insane. "Oh my God, you JUST realized that now? You're kidding, right? Wow, you're a real quick one, Waite."
"No wonder I was so suspicious of you! You both belong in the loony bin!"
"Me?! I'm not the one that thinks getting someone pregnant will force their parents to accept you!"
"See, that's where she has you all screwed up. SHE'S the one who insisted whe go back out again, SHE'S the one who insisted we keep our relationship a secret so her family wouldn't find out, and SHE'S the one who insisted we should have a kid to show her mom how serious we were. I never touched her of course, I always refused, but she would constantly bring it up and bug me about it till it drove me up a wall. In fact, just a few hours ago I finally broke up with her over the phone-"
"My baby sister would not contemplate suicide over an idea SHE came up with!"
Jamie hesitated for a moment. "She...she tried to kill herself?" He looked skeptical.
"She told me she was thinking about it," Jason said, starting to calm down a little bit. "About a week ago she spilled to me about your little hushed fling thing, and the next few days she spent lamenting to me about how she was afraid you were going to break up with her. Then yesterday...er, well," he glanced down at his watch. "Two days ago now, I guess, as it's past midnight, I walked in on her crying in her room. I asked what was wrong and she said she wanted to die. I asked her why and she said because she didn't know what to do, so I sat down with her and asked her to tell me the whole story, and she went on about how you were getting sick of ducking around in secret and how you came up with this wacked idea that maybe if Bobbi got pregnant our parents would finally give in and allow you to see eachother freely. She said that when she expressed her uncertainty about it, you got pissed and threatened that if she didn't agree with your terms you'd ditch her, and that's when she ran home and locked herself in her bedroom."
Jamie only shook his head. "I'm sorry, man, but it's the exact opposite. She's the one that came up with that outlandish plan. I told her it was wrong, unfair to the two of us, both our parents, and the kid. Then she blew up on me. Said that if I really loved her I would do it, but I never did because it just didn't seem...right." He shrugged apologetically. "That's the truth."
Jason seemed unwilling to believe it. "I'm so sure," he crossed his arms over his chest, he and Jamie resuming their exchange of hate-filled looks.
I was no longer in his circulation-stopping clutch. I was free! Now was my chance! I made a run towards Jamie, but Jason wasn't too keen on releasing his ransom just yet. "Oh no you don't." He jumped after me, wrapping his arms around my middle and dragging us both to the floor. I would not be held back again. Oh, no, not this time, not after all I've already been forced to endure. As soon as I could get my bearings, I twisted and squirmed like a worm, trying to wriggle out of the range of his contracting fingers. Like an alligator or some other low-to-the-ground four-legged animal, I crawled across the floor on my stomach, just trying to escape. But Jason retaliated. Before I could get very far, I felt his vice-like grip close around my ankle, trying to pull me back towards him. No! I rolled over onto my back, hoping to twist his hand along with me and break his grip. No such luck. I tried to kick him in the face, but he was barely close enough for my stocking feet to even tap him.
"Jamie, help!" I screamed as Jason suceeded in grabbing my right leg as well, but Jamie was already on it.
He raced back to the wooden end table where he had been knocked out and grabbed the knife he had dropped. Rushing back to my aid, he grabbed a handful of Jason's long bleach-blonde spiked hair and pulled him violently off me. I scrambled to my feet as Jamie began kicking him fiercely until Jason flopped over with his back in the air to protect his, what must already be black and blue, stomach. At that point, Jamie lept on top of him, yanked his head back by another fistful of hair, and pressed the knife to his thraot. "Leave!" he hissed. "Get out of this house. I told you what really happened, now the only person you have a right to be mad at is your sister. Now get out or I'll give you several more piercings."
"I...I'm going to call the police." I started for the phone, the simple rational idea only just coming to me.
"Good idea," Jamie nodded. "Even better. Juvenile Hall for you, oh yes-"
"Wait! No, please, wait..." Jason called out, defeted. "Don't bring the cops into this...James, just let me up and I'll get out of here, I swear, please..."
"And how do we know you're not just feeding us a load of bull crap?" Jamie spat.
Jason only snorted bitterly. "C'mon, James. What can I do against you? You've got my weapon."
I gripped the cordless phone reciever tightly out of nervousness as Jamie sat there silent for a while, sizing up the situation. "All right, but if hide or hair of you is still visible by the time I count to ten, Caitie's dialing nine-one-one."
"Ok," Jason nodded his agreement, nearly catching his neck on the cutlery blade that was still positioned under his chin.
"Ok," Jamie repeated, and, with the knife brandished cautiously in front of him, he slowly rose off Jason and backed away till he was standing just a short distance in front of me.
Stiffly, Jason got up, holding one arm around his sore stomach and favouring a nasty dark bruise above his left eyebrow. He took one last look at the two of us, though his soldier-blue eyes weren't as filled with the hatred and malice they had once been, and he turned and left through the broken window of the sliding glass door.
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A/N: All three of my muses, it seems, were on vacation when I was trying to write this. The result? This chapter was forced and rather flat. Probably one of the worst ones I've written yet. Sorry about that ^^; And also, I don't remember the show ever mentioning Bobbi's last name, so I made it Rendleman...if that's not it, oops, my bad. Anyway, this story is just about complete, I'll just write one more chapter to tie up loose ends, and voila, it'll be the first fic I've sucessfully completed :P Then I can post its sequel. But even tho this chapter was poor, that doesn't mean you have the right to stop reviewing ;) Please R/R everyone, I'd like to break 60 reviews ^_^ And also please tell me which pen name, Doppleganger or Doppleherz, you think sounds better. Thanks a bunch ^_^