Patrick could make someone suffer but I could annoy the hell out of
him. And it felt so good to see him crawl with irritation as I put on the
most base blowing, screeching screaming song I could and turning up the
volume.
"Turn that bloody thing down!" Patrick roared.
I turned it up, pretending I hadn't heard him.
Oh the look on his face was priceless when he realized I had dilbrately disobeyed him. His shock was soon replace with anger. He strode over to me and grabbed my wrist that held the player and pressed the pause button.
"Turn it down." He growled low.
"Screw you." I said angrily, pushing his hand off me and turning my back on him, pressing the play button the music resuming it's loud pitch.
I was harshly spun around, Patrick's hands bruising my arms. My eyes widened slightly afraid. He was inches from my face. He pulled the headphones down, pulling at some of my hair at the same time. Ok, he was pissing me off now.
"Give it to me." He commanded dangerously, holding onto the cd player.
I leaned in a little.
"Bite me!" I hissed.
In a vicious manner he ripped the player out of my hands and threw it against the wall to his right.
It shattered against the wall. Patrick strode away leaving me in shock.
It lay on the floor, bits and pieces strewn and scattered about. The sound had been taken away so quickly that my ears thrummed with the sudden silence. The top had come off of the player, the cd was still spinning. The thrumming in my ears became a dull pounding. My blood rushed through my veins , pumping me with adrenaline.
I looked up from the mess that had once been my salvation, my eyes landing on Patrick's figure. Music started to play in my head. The music of the still spinning cd. It began to grow in volume.
Drowning deep in my sea of love
Both of your servants are dead
(will you give into me?)
My hands clenched at my sides. That did it! I started to walk over to him. The angry lyrics blared in my ears.
It's what's left of my human side
It's only changing in me
Mind over reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently
It changes
I stood in front of him now.
I know there's no turning back now
He was no more than halfway turned toward me when my fist connected with his jaw, sending him reeling backwards.
YOU'VE WOKEN UP THE DEMON IN ME
None of them saw it coming, which is maybe why I was given that moment of shock to use to my advantage. I lunged at Patrick sending us both crashing to the floor. I had thrown myself off balance and he ended up on top of me, pinning me down. His body covered mine except for my right leg. I struggled against him. He was pissed. But there was something else, he seemed pleasingly surprised.
"What are you going to do now, Jessie?!" He asked, laughing.
"This!" I said through gritted teeth. I raised my leg suddenly, it connected with the back of his head and I enjoyed the cry of pain he let out as he rolled off me. I switched our positions so that I was straddling him. I gave him at least two more good punches before Mikes and B pried me off of him.
I was breathing heavily. Mikes and B were on either side of me, holding me back. Patrick slowly got to his feet. And with the same slowness he turned to me, he tenderly touched the side of his lip to pull back his hand and find it tinged with blood. I had drawn a thin line of blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked down at it shocked and licked some off. It was almost as though he couldn't believe I had hurt him enough to draw blood. He looked up at me, the shock deepening, but once again pleasingly so.
"So the cat has claws and a deadly bite?" He commented.
"Shit, the little bitch can fight!" B said, still struggling to keep me still.
"Yes," Patrick murmured, rubbing his jaw, "she certainly can."
He walked over to me and tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. "You liked that didn't you?" He asked softly, "You liked the excitement of the fight. Want to have another go, Little One?"
I spat in his eye. He wiped it away, stunned.
"Go to hell, Koster." I snarled deep in my throat.
I knew that he would lose it as soon as I said it. He grabbed a handful of my hair in his fist and dragged me out of the others arms. He pushed me down into a wooden chair, he then pushed it up against the wall making me hit my head. He leered down into my face and pulling out his gun he said, "Lesson #2, Jessie. You are not invincible." Taking out his gun, he put the nuzzle of it under my chin. I stifled a whimper in my throat. I glared daggers at him to cover it up. "You can die just as easily as anyone else."
"I know...but I'm going to see to it that you go first." I told him more calmly than I felt.
"Is that so, Little One?" He whispered, cocking the gun.
I gulped and tried shrugging nonchalantly, "What can I say, I have a sixth sense about these things."
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, "Do you know what I sense at this very moment?"
"How the hell should I know what is going on in that sick head of yours?!" I replied angrily.
Patrick gave a malicious smile and tightened his grip on my hair, forcing my head back. "I sense fear."
"Maybe it's your own." I quipped.
"No," he said shaking his head slightly, eyes darting over my face, "it's yours. I can smell it all around you. It clings to you." His hand that had been in my hair traveled down the side of my face. He leaned in closer, to the space right next to my right cheek, the gun still at my throat. He inhaled deeply and pulled back.
"Smells like Honeysuckle." He remarked, his fingers grazing under my chin. I suppressed a shiver as his thumb lightly brushed over my bottom lip. A shock of unexpected heat laced through my body. What the hell was that?!
"How about you get the hell off me before I make you.." I threatened, glaring.
"You seem to forget I have a gun held to your throat." He replied.
"And YOU seem to forget that when I'm pissed off I don't give a shit! You can take your gun and shove it up your ass for all I care!"
"I'd much prefer shoving it down your throat." He said, pressing the gun into my skin.
A line from the Princess Bride flashed through my mind, "Learn to live with disappointment." I shot back.
"What is it with you!?! Do you want to die?! I have a loaded , cocked gun at your fucking throat and you act as though it were a super soaker! What will it take to make you understand that you are pushing me over the edge of my tolerance, and beyond that there is no mercy?"
I looked into his eyes bravely, then, "You wouldn't do it." I stated boldly, "You wouldn't pull the trigger."
Patrick stood up, a look of cold indifference on his face. He aimed the gun at my head.
"Are you sure of that, Little One?" I saw his finger close around the trigger. I closed my eyes then. A moment of silence passed and then...he fired the gun.
Without meaning to I gave a shocked scream and opened my eyes. I was alive. I turned around to see a bullet embedded in the wall behind me to the side of my head. Oh god, just a little to the right and....
I turned to glare at Patrick, he pulled me to my feet roughly.
"You don't know anything, Jessie. You doubted me, never do it again. You weren't sure and that's why you closed your eyes. Be sure before you prevoke me again."
"Maybe I was just sick of looking at you!" I said hotly.
Patrick pushed me into Mikes arms. I stumbled back, being thrown off balance.
"Take her to some other room before I forget myself and kill her!" He ordered.
Mikes pulled me along the hallway.
"I was still right!" I yelled back, "You couldn't do it!"
I heard Patrick give a colorful exclamation of fury as Mikes pulled me into another room and closed the door.
"Turn that bloody thing down!" Patrick roared.
I turned it up, pretending I hadn't heard him.
Oh the look on his face was priceless when he realized I had dilbrately disobeyed him. His shock was soon replace with anger. He strode over to me and grabbed my wrist that held the player and pressed the pause button.
"Turn it down." He growled low.
"Screw you." I said angrily, pushing his hand off me and turning my back on him, pressing the play button the music resuming it's loud pitch.
I was harshly spun around, Patrick's hands bruising my arms. My eyes widened slightly afraid. He was inches from my face. He pulled the headphones down, pulling at some of my hair at the same time. Ok, he was pissing me off now.
"Give it to me." He commanded dangerously, holding onto the cd player.
I leaned in a little.
"Bite me!" I hissed.
In a vicious manner he ripped the player out of my hands and threw it against the wall to his right.
It shattered against the wall. Patrick strode away leaving me in shock.
It lay on the floor, bits and pieces strewn and scattered about. The sound had been taken away so quickly that my ears thrummed with the sudden silence. The top had come off of the player, the cd was still spinning. The thrumming in my ears became a dull pounding. My blood rushed through my veins , pumping me with adrenaline.
I looked up from the mess that had once been my salvation, my eyes landing on Patrick's figure. Music started to play in my head. The music of the still spinning cd. It began to grow in volume.
Drowning deep in my sea of love
Both of your servants are dead
(will you give into me?)
My hands clenched at my sides. That did it! I started to walk over to him. The angry lyrics blared in my ears.
It's what's left of my human side
It's only changing in me
Mind over reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently
It changes
I stood in front of him now.
I know there's no turning back now
He was no more than halfway turned toward me when my fist connected with his jaw, sending him reeling backwards.
YOU'VE WOKEN UP THE DEMON IN ME
None of them saw it coming, which is maybe why I was given that moment of shock to use to my advantage. I lunged at Patrick sending us both crashing to the floor. I had thrown myself off balance and he ended up on top of me, pinning me down. His body covered mine except for my right leg. I struggled against him. He was pissed. But there was something else, he seemed pleasingly surprised.
"What are you going to do now, Jessie?!" He asked, laughing.
"This!" I said through gritted teeth. I raised my leg suddenly, it connected with the back of his head and I enjoyed the cry of pain he let out as he rolled off me. I switched our positions so that I was straddling him. I gave him at least two more good punches before Mikes and B pried me off of him.
I was breathing heavily. Mikes and B were on either side of me, holding me back. Patrick slowly got to his feet. And with the same slowness he turned to me, he tenderly touched the side of his lip to pull back his hand and find it tinged with blood. I had drawn a thin line of blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked down at it shocked and licked some off. It was almost as though he couldn't believe I had hurt him enough to draw blood. He looked up at me, the shock deepening, but once again pleasingly so.
"So the cat has claws and a deadly bite?" He commented.
"Shit, the little bitch can fight!" B said, still struggling to keep me still.
"Yes," Patrick murmured, rubbing his jaw, "she certainly can."
He walked over to me and tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. "You liked that didn't you?" He asked softly, "You liked the excitement of the fight. Want to have another go, Little One?"
I spat in his eye. He wiped it away, stunned.
"Go to hell, Koster." I snarled deep in my throat.
I knew that he would lose it as soon as I said it. He grabbed a handful of my hair in his fist and dragged me out of the others arms. He pushed me down into a wooden chair, he then pushed it up against the wall making me hit my head. He leered down into my face and pulling out his gun he said, "Lesson #2, Jessie. You are not invincible." Taking out his gun, he put the nuzzle of it under my chin. I stifled a whimper in my throat. I glared daggers at him to cover it up. "You can die just as easily as anyone else."
"I know...but I'm going to see to it that you go first." I told him more calmly than I felt.
"Is that so, Little One?" He whispered, cocking the gun.
I gulped and tried shrugging nonchalantly, "What can I say, I have a sixth sense about these things."
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, "Do you know what I sense at this very moment?"
"How the hell should I know what is going on in that sick head of yours?!" I replied angrily.
Patrick gave a malicious smile and tightened his grip on my hair, forcing my head back. "I sense fear."
"Maybe it's your own." I quipped.
"No," he said shaking his head slightly, eyes darting over my face, "it's yours. I can smell it all around you. It clings to you." His hand that had been in my hair traveled down the side of my face. He leaned in closer, to the space right next to my right cheek, the gun still at my throat. He inhaled deeply and pulled back.
"Smells like Honeysuckle." He remarked, his fingers grazing under my chin. I suppressed a shiver as his thumb lightly brushed over my bottom lip. A shock of unexpected heat laced through my body. What the hell was that?!
"How about you get the hell off me before I make you.." I threatened, glaring.
"You seem to forget I have a gun held to your throat." He replied.
"And YOU seem to forget that when I'm pissed off I don't give a shit! You can take your gun and shove it up your ass for all I care!"
"I'd much prefer shoving it down your throat." He said, pressing the gun into my skin.
A line from the Princess Bride flashed through my mind, "Learn to live with disappointment." I shot back.
"What is it with you!?! Do you want to die?! I have a loaded , cocked gun at your fucking throat and you act as though it were a super soaker! What will it take to make you understand that you are pushing me over the edge of my tolerance, and beyond that there is no mercy?"
I looked into his eyes bravely, then, "You wouldn't do it." I stated boldly, "You wouldn't pull the trigger."
Patrick stood up, a look of cold indifference on his face. He aimed the gun at my head.
"Are you sure of that, Little One?" I saw his finger close around the trigger. I closed my eyes then. A moment of silence passed and then...he fired the gun.
Without meaning to I gave a shocked scream and opened my eyes. I was alive. I turned around to see a bullet embedded in the wall behind me to the side of my head. Oh god, just a little to the right and....
I turned to glare at Patrick, he pulled me to my feet roughly.
"You don't know anything, Jessie. You doubted me, never do it again. You weren't sure and that's why you closed your eyes. Be sure before you prevoke me again."
"Maybe I was just sick of looking at you!" I said hotly.
Patrick pushed me into Mikes arms. I stumbled back, being thrown off balance.
"Take her to some other room before I forget myself and kill her!" He ordered.
Mikes pulled me along the hallway.
"I was still right!" I yelled back, "You couldn't do it!"
I heard Patrick give a colorful exclamation of fury as Mikes pulled me into another room and closed the door.