04-03-2019, 11:51 AM
"Lizzie? Lizzie? Hey, I got a little wet outside, what do you say we take a hot shower together so I can warm up?" Jonnie started to unlace her shoes peeling those and her socks off before making her way any further inside the house.
"JONNIE, NO...RUN AWAY!!" The scream from the back of the house came out suddenly and Jonnie reacted instantly. There was no running away if her girl was in trouble. She pulled her gun from the drawer in the kitchen and started to walk slowly back to the source of the sound.
"Oh, see you shouldn't have done that. Now, Lizzie's gonna do exactly what we want her to." The words came out only inches from her head as she felt the cold steel muzzle contact her skin.
Jonnie was suddenly grabbed by several sets of arms around her and pulled out towards the backyard of the house. There was Lizzie being held solidly by a man dressed in a dark suit. He looked at first to be a middle-aged average white guy, but on closer inspection there was something much darker and more sinister in his eyes.
"Ah, there she is. This is that little lady Jonnie that you love so much isn't it Elizabator." The man spoke as he held Lizzie, whose mind was racing with thoughts of why she felt frozen in her spot and how she could possibly have walked into such a trap.
"Let her go, you don't want her. Whatever you want it's with me. Just let her go." Lizzie was frantic as she spoke looking at Jonnie full of apologies.
"I can't do that, not until you do what I want. Now, I'll free your hand and you cut that little warding from your skin, the one that keeps demons away." He snarled just like the demon that had been at the witch's house and Lizzie wondered if it was the same creature.
"Lizzie just blow the fucker up." Jonnie looked at her full of encouragement that she always had.
"I can't. I don't know why it's not working." She had tried and tried, focusing rage, hate, anything she could come up with, but nothing had worked.
"Poor thing didn't realize that her dear dead mommy had given me the symbols for my own little tattoo. You see, right here on my wrist and you can't use your magic as long as I have it. That's the silly little thing with powers - there's always a way around them." Her heart sank, Lizzie thought that she would be protected, that having all these wardings and her powers somehow made her safe. Now, she knew that wasn't the case.
"You son of a bitch. Why don't you let her go if she's powerless and I'll take you all on." That was her Jonnie always full of fight and ready to protect Lizzie at every turn.
"As fun as that would be, I would rather use you as leverage. Now, Lizzie dear I need you to take this knife and slice through the demon warding so I can take you with me. There's someone very important that wants to meet you."
"No, you can't make me. I'm not going with you to fuck any demons. You can go to hell."
"Well, that's where Jonnie's gonna go if you don't." One of the other creatures that held Jonnie's arms produced a knife from her pocket and sliced across Jonnie's forearm. He pulled the blade up and licked across its surface shuddering."
"Ah, FUCK! You son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you all when I get free. Now let Lizzie go." She cried out staring at Lizzie and it was all too much. Jonnie had done nothing wrong, had only protected her, nothing more or less.
"Give me the knife, just stop hurting her, please." The tears streamed freely as she looked into her lover's face.
"Lizzie, no, don't do this. Please, no."
"It's okay Jonnie. This is how it's supposed to be. I'll be okay, don't worry baby." Lizzie took the knife that was offered to her, the tiny blade barely able to do anything.
"JONNIE, NO...RUN AWAY!!" The scream from the back of the house came out suddenly and Jonnie reacted instantly. There was no running away if her girl was in trouble. She pulled her gun from the drawer in the kitchen and started to walk slowly back to the source of the sound.
"Oh, see you shouldn't have done that. Now, Lizzie's gonna do exactly what we want her to." The words came out only inches from her head as she felt the cold steel muzzle contact her skin.
Jonnie was suddenly grabbed by several sets of arms around her and pulled out towards the backyard of the house. There was Lizzie being held solidly by a man dressed in a dark suit. He looked at first to be a middle-aged average white guy, but on closer inspection there was something much darker and more sinister in his eyes.
"Ah, there she is. This is that little lady Jonnie that you love so much isn't it Elizabator." The man spoke as he held Lizzie, whose mind was racing with thoughts of why she felt frozen in her spot and how she could possibly have walked into such a trap.
"Let her go, you don't want her. Whatever you want it's with me. Just let her go." Lizzie was frantic as she spoke looking at Jonnie full of apologies.
"I can't do that, not until you do what I want. Now, I'll free your hand and you cut that little warding from your skin, the one that keeps demons away." He snarled just like the demon that had been at the witch's house and Lizzie wondered if it was the same creature.
"Lizzie just blow the fucker up." Jonnie looked at her full of encouragement that she always had.
"I can't. I don't know why it's not working." She had tried and tried, focusing rage, hate, anything she could come up with, but nothing had worked.
"Poor thing didn't realize that her dear dead mommy had given me the symbols for my own little tattoo. You see, right here on my wrist and you can't use your magic as long as I have it. That's the silly little thing with powers - there's always a way around them." Her heart sank, Lizzie thought that she would be protected, that having all these wardings and her powers somehow made her safe. Now, she knew that wasn't the case.
"You son of a bitch. Why don't you let her go if she's powerless and I'll take you all on." That was her Jonnie always full of fight and ready to protect Lizzie at every turn.
"As fun as that would be, I would rather use you as leverage. Now, Lizzie dear I need you to take this knife and slice through the demon warding so I can take you with me. There's someone very important that wants to meet you."
"No, you can't make me. I'm not going with you to fuck any demons. You can go to hell."
"Well, that's where Jonnie's gonna go if you don't." One of the other creatures that held Jonnie's arms produced a knife from her pocket and sliced across Jonnie's forearm. He pulled the blade up and licked across its surface shuddering."
"Ah, FUCK! You son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you all when I get free. Now let Lizzie go." She cried out staring at Lizzie and it was all too much. Jonnie had done nothing wrong, had only protected her, nothing more or less.
"Give me the knife, just stop hurting her, please." The tears streamed freely as she looked into her lover's face.
"Lizzie, no, don't do this. Please, no."
"It's okay Jonnie. This is how it's supposed to be. I'll be okay, don't worry baby." Lizzie took the knife that was offered to her, the tiny blade barely able to do anything.
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