All I Ask of You

Chapter Seven

Ian slowly became aware of the pain on the back of his head as he came to consciences. He moaned and tried to roll over, but felt something stab into his side as he did. Rickler opened his left eye and surveyed the dark dusty room he was in. there was a large desk just a few feet in front him with various utensils.

Knives…. Scalpels… scissors… staple gun… some strange man sharpening a K-Bar… Wait, Who are you?

"I don't suppose you could atone as to where we are, my good man?" Ian said with his perfected British accent. The man jumped and turned to him, obviously he did not know he was awake. "So, sorry, but would it be to much trouble to perhaps glance out a window and give me directions to the nearest trolley?" he asked the blue eyed man who in return shook his head and picked up the knife from the floor.

"How can Lisa stand you?" he spat.

"Well, my good man, as she has told me herself, she likes to take me with a bit of butter and salt. To be quit frank you, sir, I don't know what this expression means, but I never did get a chance to learn 'Lisa Speak.' However, please do not actually call me 'Frank' as I do detest that name. They should have that as a second language in school, 'Lisa Speak' because I have never really heard anything like it. Her Lisaisms and contractions that no one else would ever really say," The man blinked at him and Ian decided to not use that accent anymore. "So who the hell are you?"

"I am the man who is going to make your life a living hell," he said leaning forward.

Ian shook his head, "You see, I was looking for something along the lines of… I don't know perhaps… a name. I just thought that, you know, since I'm tied to a chair and all-," the man cut him off by abruptly stepping forward and hitting Ian across the face with the backside of his knife. "Or we can just resort to hitting each other, although, I can't really hit you back seeing as I'm tied to a Freaking' chair!"

"You can call me Rippner." Rippner spat through barred teeth as he walked behind Ian.

"Oh, you're that 'Ripper' guy that Lisa told me about," Ian laughed, "I figured you would be to embarrassed to ever show your face anywhere within the united states!" Suddenly, Jackson was in front of him, hitting him across the face with the knife again.

"Hold your tongue or I'll cut it out!"

"That would be one bloody mess," he nodded. Rippner lifted the knife and hit him again. "You've got to stop doing that!"

"I am going to try and make this as painless as possible for you," Jackson said as he dragged a chair from the desk to straddle it in front of him.

"Awe, thank you," Ian said doing his best impression of a five year old girl. A muscle near Jackson mouth twitched and he leaned forward.

"When I release you, you are going to march your ass up to Lisa and call off the engagement."

"Is Jackie jealous?" Ian Cooed, "Maybe if you had asked first I would have considered it." This time Jackson eye twitched just seconds before he decided to hit Ian once again with the back of the knife. To the surprise of both men, Ian just chuckled. "Let me guess, if I don't break up with Lisa, you'll do what? Kill me?"

"No," he shook his head, "I'll tie Lisa to a chair and make her watch as I slowly torture you to death."

"You're not very nice, are you?"

"Nice is nothing more than a state of mind that many human beings choose to buy into to. However, I have learned that when you are not being chained down by the laws and rules of 'Niceness' there is more freedom to do, and live as you choose." A moment of silence passed between the two while Jackson let his statement sink in.

"You're not very nice, are you?" Ian repeated nodding slowly. Jackson thought for a moment before he leaned forward and whispered.

"No, I am not."

Okay, BregoBeauty got really busy, so I'm pulling the rest of this sollow.

With All Due Respect
-Nina Rippner-