Authors Note:
Okay, so the first chapter sucked, please bare with me. This story is actually pretty humorous, it was just hard finding a way to put Jason in it.
"Tell the butler I'll be back!"
And with that, Sarah was gone.
Pouting, Jason looked
around the room. Well, this place looked about three steps above
falling apart. He had to try and concentrate on something other than
his body, because his body was starting to scream out in pain now
that the general impact of the concussion had left. His knee was
throbbing with pain, and if he concentrated, he could actually feel
the blood seeping out. Groggily, Jason moved a hand down to try and
apply some pressure to the wound.
OW!
That hurt!
"I wanna see, I wanna see!" Yelled Columbia, pushing past both Riff and Magenta as she skipped her way into the room that held the injured people. And while Magenta gave her an indigent look, Riff Raff sneered. They should have been use to her by now, but in all honesty, it was just impossible. Its like a really bright light in the room, yeah, you get use to it, but it still causes headaches.
It didn't matter much. Riff wasn't in a big hurry to get back to the earthlings anyway. Idiots for crashing their…automobiles, or whatever the fuck they were called. Probably drunk, from the looks of the boy.
The doors slammed open, making Jason's head rise.
"Good lord, don't you knock!?" yelled Jason, a shit eating grin upon his face. Man, he hoped that wasn't the owner of the house, cause that was a total jackass comment he had just made.
But, thankfully for him, Columbia was not the owner of the house.
"Aww, your hurt!" She cooed, going to kneel in front of him, her hands moving up to his bleeding knee.
It wasn't everyday there was a girl in Mickey Mouse Ears kneeling in between his legs, and for a minute, it stunned Jason, before he snapped out of the daze, giving her a slight kick with his good leg.
"Don't touch me there…" he whined, giving her another slight kick with his good knee, knocking her back onto her but. She glared up at him, her eyes blazing.
Jason stuck his tongue out.
"Sarah is the only girl allowed between my legs. I do NOT like GIRLS! Away with you!!" He yelled, making a fluttering motion with his hand.
Pissed, Columbia looked to Riff and Magenta for backup, but the look on their face was priceless. Both were obviously trying to hold in what was probably going to be manic cackling, if the sadistic grins on their faces were any indication. When they were grinning was probably the only time they ever looked even remotely related.
Pouting, Columbia stomped up, going to sit on the opposite bench from Jason.
Stupid boy!
She'd
get Eddie to kick his ass!...if he didn't bleed to death first.
Slowly, Jason's eyes raised up to the other two people in the room. One, the man, was the one who had opened the door, the other, looked like a French maid.
He raised an
eyebrow.
"Hi!" He said, eyeing them as they eyed him. They
both had a bit of a sour look upon their faces, their sunken eyes
caressing him with boredom.
But, the man did reply back, looking at him with a twitching smile.
"Hello." He said, the tone making the word sound mildly erotic.
"Ooooo!" Said Jason, grinning ear to ear.
"That sounded neat!"
Riff Raff smirked at him, slowly putting an arm around his sister. He could hear Frank's heels clicking down the hallway, and if he knew the Master well, he knew he would end up shoving Magenta out of the way to see the new arriver. Slowly, he pulled her against him to keep her out of the way. And for the contact…
Magenta easily leaned back against him, looking at the bleeding boy now with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
The clicking of heels was suddenly very near, and Jason made the stupid assumption of expecting a prissy, over-pampered middle-aged woman to come through the door. Well, not exactly.
"Oh, well, hello there." Said Frank, smirking as he eyed the boy up and down. Jason's eyes raised to stare at the…man, his eyes wide./
"Wow." He said, before smirking back at the transvestite.
"Hello Buttercup! My name is Jason, what's yours!?" Now, Jason said this in a very overly-cheery way. It was sarcastic, but playful, and it took Frank a minute to distinguish the tone.
And in that minute, the room was deathly silent. Servants and Groupie suddenly holding their breaths as their eyes darted between the two of them.
But then, a grin broke out on Frank's face, and he leaned teasingly on his hip.
"Ohh, playful little tease, aren't you!?" He teased back, surprised at the earthlings behavior. Most of these people seemed very…reserved and prudish, compared to his people. Not that any commoner on his planet would dare to talk to him like that, but it was rather refreshing after years of the prudes here.
Jason continued to grin up at him stupidly, squirming slightly in his seat.
"Ohh, you have no idea big boy!" His teasing making Frank throw his head back and laugh.
"Columbia! Oh! You didn't tell me you had people like this around here!" He laughed, looking appreciatively over Jason's exposed and tattooed torso. Raising a hand, he lightly ran his fingers over a large scar on the pale chest.
"Whoooo, shivers!" Laughed Jason, his eyes widely dilated by now. He squirmed underneath the touch, instantly regretting the movement after he had done it.
Laughing slightly, Jason moved to lay his head back against the wall.
"Woah, dizzy." He said, his eyes moving to close as his body unconsciously started to relax, as the blood loss started to take its toll.
Worriedly, Frank nudged him with his arm.
"Jasson?" He cooed, looking at the boy. It was then that he actually noticed, the boy was bleeding profusely.
"Magenta!" He seethed, turning towards her.
"Why haven't you cared for him yet!" He asked, growing angry at the thought of loosing a possible playmate. Especially since Rocky wouldn't be finished for at least another week!
The domestic opened her mouth, her eyes taking on a angry glare, but was cut off before having a chance to explain.
"Sarah's taking carrr of me! Sheee just…be back…soon.." Slurred Jason, his face and body suddenly even paler than when Frank had first come in.
Oh, this was not good! This was not good at all!
But, just as he started to panic, the door opened.
Sarah was soaked. From head, to foot, in rain. And blood dripped from her head onto her shirt, her head had yet to cease bleeding.
Pissed, she slammed the door behind her, her shoes squeaking as she made her way over in front of Jason, slamming the bag down beside her as she kneeled, glaring up at him.
"Oo, your pissed." He said, sobering a little as his eye cracked open. Confused, Frank looked down at her.
"And who might you be?" he asked, cooingly at her.
Gritting her teeth, Sarah raised her head to snap at whoever dare speak to her in that tone of voice while she was this pissed, but the words instantly died on her lips and her face went blank.
Jason smirked.
"Sarah, I think I hit my head harder than I thought." He said, jokingly about the transvestite sitting next to him. Sarah merely stared in awe for a second, before shaking her head, quickly going back to what she was doing.
In that time, Jason's eyes closed, and he laid his head back. Therefore, he didn't see the needle she pulled out of the bag, and didn't even know what was happening until she had penetrated his thigh artery with it, and darkness took.
