Jess's POV:
The whole ride to the ditch, I did not once think, "Oh, this is where it all ends. I'm gonna be worm chow." Nope, I was slightly more positive with "Rob's gonna find me before I become worm chow. I know it." As freaked out as I was, I still couldn't help wondering why- and how- he was going to kill me. Since I'm not known for being quiet, I asked.
"So, what's your deal?" I said, willing my voice to stay firm.
"Do the names Clay Larson and Patrick O'Hanahan mean anything to you?" he said with a sick grin. My stomach dropped about six inches. Both of those names could- and one already had tried to- kill me. I tried to hide my fear though. "So? What about them?"
"Well, girlie," Ok, I so don't care if this is my future father-in-law. He calls me girlie again, and I'm kickin' ass. "They are mighty pissed off at you."
"And why's that?"
"Think about it." When I remained silent, he continued. "You got them in trouble with various officials."
"So they sent you to off me, is that it?" I said snidely.
"Partially." He said, a sicker grin crossing his face. "I volunteered."
"What?!" I said hotly. "Why? What'd I ever do to you?"
Only I never got the chance to find out what I did to him. At that moment, I was hit with a shooting pain in my left arm, and I felt waves of unconsciousness pass over me. The last thing I remember is wishing for Rob to come find me.
Rob's POV:
I kept following the tire tracks, praying they would lead to Jess. I cursed John- my father, and Jess's kidnapper- for doing this. I really hoped his insanity wasn't passed on to me.
I sped up and was met with a broken down truck bumping along. Making the same tire tracks as the ones I was following. I sped up a bit more, staying out of the line of sight of the driver, until it looked like I was just trying to pass the truck. I glanced in the passenger side window, which was rolled all the way down, to see a freezing Jess slumped back on the seat. Her skin was as pale as the snow, and it looked like she was shivering pretty bad. I felt red-hot rage course through my veins, but I held back and let the truck pass me. It rolled along for a few more miles, before slowing and coming to a stop right next to an enormus ditch. The passenger side door opened, and Jess's unconscious body came tumbling out.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" I screamed, jumping off the bike and running to her side. I hauled open the door and slugged John. He yelled, and tried to slug me back, but I caught his fist with my hand. "What the hell did you do to her?" I roared, except sustituting 'Hell' for the F word.
John didn't reply, he just tried to slug me with his other hand. I caught that one too and twisted both arms back at painful angles. I heard Jess moan slightly, so I grabbed the truck's keys and growled at John, "If you run, I will kill you." Then I flew out of the car and ran to her side.
"Mastriani? Can you hear me? Jess...?" My voice trailed off. Her eyes were shut completely, and her skin had taken on a graying tint to it. She was still breathing- raspy breathes that seemed to hurt her, but they were breathes. "Jess, baby...If you can hear me, open your eyes." I whispered close to her ear.
"It's no use." John said, somewhat cheerfully. "Once that poison's in your bloodstream, there's no turning back. She's as good as dead."
The whole ride to the ditch, I did not once think, "Oh, this is where it all ends. I'm gonna be worm chow." Nope, I was slightly more positive with "Rob's gonna find me before I become worm chow. I know it." As freaked out as I was, I still couldn't help wondering why- and how- he was going to kill me. Since I'm not known for being quiet, I asked.
"So, what's your deal?" I said, willing my voice to stay firm.
"Do the names Clay Larson and Patrick O'Hanahan mean anything to you?" he said with a sick grin. My stomach dropped about six inches. Both of those names could- and one already had tried to- kill me. I tried to hide my fear though. "So? What about them?"
"Well, girlie," Ok, I so don't care if this is my future father-in-law. He calls me girlie again, and I'm kickin' ass. "They are mighty pissed off at you."
"And why's that?"
"Think about it." When I remained silent, he continued. "You got them in trouble with various officials."
"So they sent you to off me, is that it?" I said snidely.
"Partially." He said, a sicker grin crossing his face. "I volunteered."
"What?!" I said hotly. "Why? What'd I ever do to you?"
Only I never got the chance to find out what I did to him. At that moment, I was hit with a shooting pain in my left arm, and I felt waves of unconsciousness pass over me. The last thing I remember is wishing for Rob to come find me.
Rob's POV:
I kept following the tire tracks, praying they would lead to Jess. I cursed John- my father, and Jess's kidnapper- for doing this. I really hoped his insanity wasn't passed on to me.
I sped up and was met with a broken down truck bumping along. Making the same tire tracks as the ones I was following. I sped up a bit more, staying out of the line of sight of the driver, until it looked like I was just trying to pass the truck. I glanced in the passenger side window, which was rolled all the way down, to see a freezing Jess slumped back on the seat. Her skin was as pale as the snow, and it looked like she was shivering pretty bad. I felt red-hot rage course through my veins, but I held back and let the truck pass me. It rolled along for a few more miles, before slowing and coming to a stop right next to an enormus ditch. The passenger side door opened, and Jess's unconscious body came tumbling out.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" I screamed, jumping off the bike and running to her side. I hauled open the door and slugged John. He yelled, and tried to slug me back, but I caught his fist with my hand. "What the hell did you do to her?" I roared, except sustituting 'Hell' for the F word.
John didn't reply, he just tried to slug me with his other hand. I caught that one too and twisted both arms back at painful angles. I heard Jess moan slightly, so I grabbed the truck's keys and growled at John, "If you run, I will kill you." Then I flew out of the car and ran to her side.
"Mastriani? Can you hear me? Jess...?" My voice trailed off. Her eyes were shut completely, and her skin had taken on a graying tint to it. She was still breathing- raspy breathes that seemed to hurt her, but they were breathes. "Jess, baby...If you can hear me, open your eyes." I whispered close to her ear.
"It's no use." John said, somewhat cheerfully. "Once that poison's in your bloodstream, there's no turning back. She's as good as dead."