Randy was released from the hospital a couple of days later. He was still incredibly weak from the effects of the poison, so Jeff was going to take him back home to recover completely. But first they had to go back to the hotel to get their stuff.

"You still okay baby?" Jeff asked. He had wanted Randy to take a wheelchair from the hospital so he wouldn't have to walk that much. Randy had refused though, which hadn't turned out to be the greatest idea in the world. Jeff had to help him every step of the way and they had been forced to stop several times so he could rest.

"I'm fine," Randy said stubbornly. "I just--" His eyes widened suddenly. "Oh my God."

Jeff looked up and gasped. Their door was standing wide open and our hotel room had been completely trashed. "What the hell is this shit?" he said to nobody in particular. He helped Randy get into the room and then sat him down on the bed. All of their belongings had been tossed all over the place. It was difficult to tell if anything had been stolen. "Who in the hell would do this?"

The door closed and it caused them to turn around. Tomko was now standing between them and the door. "Don't worry, nothing was taken," he said with a smirk. "I just needed to get your attention."

"Get out!" Jeff yelled. He was so angry about seeing Tomko that he wasn't even feeling afraid at the moment. "You son of a bit--" He didn't see the tire iron Tomko was holding and got cracked in the head with it.

"Jeff!" Randy yelled. He got off the bed and went after Tomko. Now normally he probably would have been able to get Tomko down, but he just didn't have enough strength at the moment. Tomko easily grabbed him and tossed him so hard that he went crashing through the bathroom door.

Jeff groaned. Blood was flowing freely from the giant gash on the side of his head. He struggled to get up to his feet. Tomko was already waiting for him. Tomko picked him up and easily slammed him right down on the table. The table didn't break, and Jeff found himself being slammed down on it two more times before being tossed on to the bed.

The phone, Jeff thought to himself. I have to get to the phone. He tried to reach for it but Tomko grabbed it first. "You want to call for help?" Tomko sneered. "Well that's just too bad, because nobody is EVER going to hear from you again."

Jeff's eyes widened as the phone cord was wrapped tightly around his neck. He kicked his feet wildly and clawed desperately at the cord. Tomko was pulling as hard as possible and Jeff's vision began to go black. Oh God, please don't let him hurt Randy, he thought desperately. Please let him leave Randy alone.

Then, just when Jeff was sure he was about to die, Tomko let him go. Jeff gasped and yanked the cord off his neck. He rubbed his throat, wanting to talk but not able to. It was agony even trying to talk. He turned around, expecting to see Randy standing over an unconscious Tomko. But what was really going on was X slitting Tomko's throat with a hunting knife.

Randy's pain filled moan caught X's attention. He let Tomko's body fall to the ground and started heading towards the bathroom. "No!" Jeff tried to shout, but it only came out in a croak. He forced himself to get up and he jumped from the bed and on to X. They both went crashing down to the ground. Jeff got to his feet first, and he ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

"Jeff," Randy gasped. "Tomko--"

"Is dead," Jeff said. He grabbed Randy and pulled him into the shower. "X killed him."

The bathroom door was violently kicked open. X came in and ripped the shower curtains down. "Move," he said to Jeff.

Jeff shook his head. He pushed Randy back into the corner and then placed himself between Randy and X. "No, you're not taking him from me! Leave us alone!"

X shook his head. "I can't do that. I love you."

"No you don't," Randy growled. "You don't love him. You're obsessed with him. There's a big difference between obsession and love, you freak."

X's face darkened. He pulled Jeff out of the way and tried to stab Randy. Randy managed to stop him long enough for Jeff to jump on X's back. The three of them struggled for a few minutes before X threw Jeff down to the floor and got Randy pinned up against the wall.

"WAIT!" Jeff screamed. It hurt his vocal cords to do it, but he couldn't let this happen. He couldn't let Randy get killed. It was time to do something he truly didn't want to do. "Please, I'll do anything you want! Just don't hurt him!"

X paused and looked back at Jeff. "If you come with me right now, he lives. If you don't, he dies and you come with me anyway."

"Jeff don't do this," Randy begged him. "You can't go with this crazy freak!"

"It's your choice Jeff," X said. He pointed the knife towards Randy's throat.

"I'll do it," Jeff said quickly. "Just please put the knife down."

There was a moment when Jeff truly didn't know if X was going to hold up his end of the bargain. But then X dropped the knife and knocked Randy out with one punch. Jeff yelled and tried to check on Randy, but X grabbed him and dragged him out of the room. Crying openly, Jeff let himself be taken. He was afraid if he resisted, X would go back and do to Randy what he did to Tomko. Jeff could not let that happen. Randy would not die because of him. He would do anything to protect his Randy.

Even if that meant going with a very deranged and obsessed stalker.