Hiya people! Well, I had over 70 hits but only 2 reviews for the last chapter. Come on people, you can do better than that, can't you? I know you can. Because your all smart, and kind people.
. . .Okay, sucking up isn't going to get me anywhere is it?
KIKI: Bitch, with the way you look, you could do whatever someone tells you to for several incarnations, and still wouldn't get any sort of positive response
Well, aren't you Little Miss Sunshine today?
KIKI: Shut up! You have no idea what's happened to me!
. . .Well, what happened?
KIKI: Nothing really. Just wanted to waste a few lines.
Oh. By the way, you look nice today.
KIKI: Disclaimer?
Disclaimer.
DISCLAIMER: I'd like, totally love to say this was, like, my bitchy mistress', but ugh, it's like, not, so like, yeah.
Funny.
KIKI: I know
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AFTER THE RUN-OVER-JOHN INCIDENT:
I-TEMP:
JANE'S POV:
God, that bastard!
Running after me to get a good shot! I should have just killed him at home. Hit him over the head with the wine to knock him out, then bring out the gun.
But no, I just dropped the frickin' bottle all over my beautiful rug (ON PURPOSE!) and run like an immature amateur who just forgot how to fuckin' think!
I close my eyes and sigh. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.
And to think. All that effort I put in to dinner tonight. . . Well, making it look nice in any case. . .
DAMMIT, I already drank all the damn alcohol. I should be too drunk to even remember who I am, but apparently, I'm sober enough that I can still think about something so fucking infuriating as that bastard, AND how much effort I put on to decorate some damn food Jasmine made!
I was actually going to ask him tonight. I was actually going to ask him if he wanted . . .
I bang my head against the floor lightly.
It doesn't matter. This actually works to my advantage. I didn't want any kids, and now I don't have to worry if my husband does.
It's like I said earlier. Kids are a waste of time, money, and energy. I didn't want any.
And even if I did, the only person I would want them with is. . .
GOD NO! I don't want some sorry little excuse of a human being running around me, and I don't need a husband.
Still . . . I can't help but wonder if John's all right . . .
THE HELL? WHY AM I STILL WORRYING ABOUT HIM? HE TRIED TO SHOOT ME!
YOU DON'T LOVE HIM!
YOU DON'T LOVE HIM!
"You don't love him," the words seem to just hang there.
Cold, empty, and painful, as if waiting for me to contradict them.
But the thing is, there's nothing to contradict.
John doesn't love me, so I don't love John.
And that's all there is to it.
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EDDY'S HOUSE:
JOHN'S POV:
What the hell just happened tonight?
I go from eating with my obviously flirting wife, to chasing her with a gun, to almost getting run over for an accident, to spending a few seconds flying in the car that nearly ran me over, to walking several miles to Eddy's, then listening to him talk about her potentially cheating on me, to being so angry I really do want to kill her, to now sleeping in this trashy thing called Eddy's House.
I need some more alcohol. Wonder where Eddy keeps it. . .?
I can't believe I almost shot her. And I can't believe she tried to run me over! I mean, shooting at her was an accident. Running over me, was not.
. . .Still. . . I wonder if I hit her at all. . . hope not. . . If I did, I can understand if she decided running over me was a good idea.
I just wonder if she would have felt bad about it if I had died. . .
. . . Probably not. . .
The bitch is probably laughing it up like Eddy said. Either that, or cussing herself out for not finishing the job right there.
I breathe quietly at the thought. I'd forgotten about the job.
I don't think. . . I could just kill Jane like all the other fifty or sixty some people. . .
Sure Jane can be a bitch, a lot more of one than I realized until tonight, but she's still my wife. And I did swear to stand by her through thick and thin.
And this is definitely thick. . . . or thin. . . . .
Whichever one it is, it's still bad.
Still, I can't believe that bitch just tried to run me over! Just like that! Like our five years of marriage didn't matter!
"SIX, JOHN. SIX."
I jumped so high I momentarily fell off the couch.
Dear Lord! Don't tell me I'm stuck with her in my head for all eternity! God please, any punishment than that! Those sixty some people deserved to die! You can't blame me for their actions! Not this, please!
I climbed back into the couch and sighed. Again. This was getting old.
Jane keeps acting like she's the only one in the world with problems. Please, how does she think I became an assassin? Going out and picking daises while having tea with my friends? Come on. She should know you have to have either shown exceptional talent that could help you, or you have to have had a run in with the company at a young age.
I wonder what got her into it. . .
Well, I suppose in some cases if you have family in there you could jump into training. That's sort of how I got in.
I sigh again. I lost my older brother to a situation a lot like this.
His wife (who was not an assassin where as he was), found out and started causing problems. The company ordered him to kill her. Rather than obey, he chose to run with her. He didn't get far.
At seven years old I witnessed his murder. A different company found me the next day near their corpses. What they were doing there I had no idea, but I didn't care. I don't even remember what happened after that.
But I remember swearing I would never wind up like my brother. I had a problem, I fight it. Jane may be my wife, but killing is my job. My brother allowed his wife to live even after she betrayed him and look what happened to him.
I sit up on the couch.
I . . . I was gonna ask her tonight if she wanted. . . I hadn't thought I would find out. . .
I can't seem to. . .
"Night John!"
I . . .I want kids. . .
"Night Eddy."
and I want them with Jane. . .
God, I've only been thinking about this for one day and already I know. . .
It's not fucking fair! I finally get ready to ask Jane if she wants some kids and what the hell happens? We try to fucking kill each other before I can even come out with it.
"Night Mom!"
I don't want to kill her. . .
I laid back and close my eyes.
But I will if she forces me too.
Because if she doesn't love me, I don't need to love her.
I pulled the covers to my chin.
After all, an eye for an-
WHAT THE HELL?
AHH, GROSS, WHAT IS THAT SMELL?
SICK, IT'S ON MY FINGERS, AWW NASTY
UGHH!
I threw the covers off quickly. Then I just lay back down and sigh again.
Jane. . . It's all on you Sweetheart.
What do love more? Me, or your job?
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Sorry, that was a really stupid chapter. I just couldn't get John's part right, and it completely threw me off. Deeply Darkly helped a lot, I got a lot closer to what I was going for in this chapter, but even with all her help I couldn't quiet get John to go along with it.
I originally had this annoyingly long story about John witnessing his brother's death, but then when I finished it I realized it took too much away from the original story line and would make you guys think that my own guy, James, was an important character. Really he was pretty minor, but he played a huge part in John's thinking, and I needed a reason as to why John thinks the way he does.
Not to mention I didn't really talk about the kids thing much, which is really stupid because that's what I'm writing the story about.
So yeah, sorry for the stupid chapter. And the long authors note too.
See ya!
Lil' Pup out.