Suzy’s Strange Saga
Seeing that Mr. Zoll is threatening you and going for something in his pocket you do the only thing that you can think of that comes to mind.
You shove him as hard as you can towards the stairs. With one hand in his suit pocket he can’t quite catch his balance and he goes tumbling backwards down the steps.
Johnny just manages to get out of the way of Mr. Zoll’s tumbling body and soon it hits the bottom just like his buddy did. Mr. Zoll however starts groaning in pain indicating that he’s only hurt. He isn’t dead…well at least not yet.
Still in shock from what you have done, you stand motionless as you see Johnny take advantage of Zoll’s prone condition and begins stomping on his head. Several times. Then he grabs the soldier’s rifle and begins smashing the butt of it into Zoll’s face. You’re not right up front for this gruesome display; you can still see the blood flying from where you’re standing.
“Die! Die motherfucker! Fucking piece of shit!” Johnny starts muttering as he continues to destroy Zoll’s skull structure.
After a few seconds of watching this, you snap out of it.
“Johnny! Stop! He’s dead! He’s dead…(sob) he’s…dead…” you say and break down. You feel sick and run into your bathroom. You cough and vomit into the toilet, but it isn’t so much your contributing to Mr. Zoll’s death or watching it unfold, it’s mainly because you’re sick with worry right now about the repercussions of such actions.
“Oh my god…oh god…what did I do…” you say in between heaving and crying.
At this point Johnny has come up from upstairs to check on you. As you look over from hovering over the toilet, you see him standing before you in your bathroom doorway and blood on his clothes.
“Suzy…Suzy…calm yourself. You did what you had to do. The guy didn’t give you much of a choice. I checked his pocket and he was definitely packing a pistol in it. If you hadn’t pushed him, he might’ve very well shot you and me both.” Johnny says in an attempt to console you, but it’s not working very well.
“They…they’re going to send more people to look for him…they’re going to find out…we can’t even run. There’s military everywhere!” you say before heaving some more, but you’ve nothing left. You’re just shaking.
Johnny steps towards you.
“Suzy. Suzy. We’re going to be fine. Remember WE didn’t do anything wrong here. These assholes came invading our space and then acted in a threatening manner even after we both tried to be accommodating to them.”
You stand before Johnny who now has grabbed a small washcloth and is approaching you with it. You just continue to tremble.
“Suzy. Listen to me. I can clean up the mess in the basement. I’ll make it so nobody will ever know. Okay? If more weekend warriors show up at our door asking about their boss or whoever that dickhead was to them, we’ll just say he left and that they can search the damn house if they want. They won’t find his body. They won’t find ANY body. Trust me on that.”
Johnny dabs the sides of your mouth with the washcloth. You at him with a mixture of fear and hopefulness. All you can think about right now is how you wish all of this would go away.
“Can…can you really make all this go away?” you ask.
“Yes, I can. And in the event that we have to run, we DO have that option. We aren’t prisoners here despite what the government wants us to think. We’re free to go anywhere we wish.”
“I…I want to go home…” you say.
“Well, maybe that’s where we’ll go then.”
Johnny now holds both of your hand in his and looks into your eyes.
“Suzy. I love you and I’ll never let any harm come to you. If the worst comes to worst, I’ll take all the blame for what happened today. I don’t want you to worry about this any more. You’ve been brave enough for one day.”
His eyes they’re so piercing right now. They give off an almost commanding stare. His voice is so soothing though and it’s actually making you feel slightly at ease.
The combination of you having a minor breakdown and the stress of all that’s going on…well it’s all enough for you to just accept Johnny’s willingness to step up and solve all your troubles like some sort of white knight.
At least right now at any rate.
“Come on, let’s get you to your bed. You need to rest.” Johnny says and starts to guide you back to your room. You don’t resist. You just go with it. Johnny is a perfect gentleman though; he doesn’t attempt to touch you in any manner that might be inappropriate.
As you lay down the bed, you allow yourself to start giving into the wave of sleep that’s hitting you from all the mental exhaustion you’re going through.
“Okay, Suzy, I’m going to get to work. Now I’ll close your door and leave you be, but if you need anything at all, just call me of course. Just don’t get up, you don’t need to put yourself through anymore trouble.”
You nod at Johnny’s remark as you start to close your eyes. It’s hard to believe that not too long ago he was the one exhausted and you were still relatively lively. You have no idea where he gets his energy from.
Just as Johnny is about to leave. You call out.
“Johnny?”
“Yes, Suzy?”
“Thank you.”
Your eyes are still closed so you don’t see Johnny smile at you before exiting your room.
You shove him as hard as you can towards the stairs. With one hand in his suit pocket he can’t quite catch his balance and he goes tumbling backwards down the steps.
Johnny just manages to get out of the way of Mr. Zoll’s tumbling body and soon it hits the bottom just like his buddy did. Mr. Zoll however starts groaning in pain indicating that he’s only hurt. He isn’t dead…well at least not yet.
Still in shock from what you have done, you stand motionless as you see Johnny take advantage of Zoll’s prone condition and begins stomping on his head. Several times. Then he grabs the soldier’s rifle and begins smashing the butt of it into Zoll’s face. You’re not right up front for this gruesome display; you can still see the blood flying from where you’re standing.
“Die! Die motherfucker! Fucking piece of shit!” Johnny starts muttering as he continues to destroy Zoll’s skull structure.
After a few seconds of watching this, you snap out of it.
“Johnny! Stop! He’s dead! He’s dead…(sob) he’s…dead…” you say and break down. You feel sick and run into your bathroom. You cough and vomit into the toilet, but it isn’t so much your contributing to Mr. Zoll’s death or watching it unfold, it’s mainly because you’re sick with worry right now about the repercussions of such actions.
“Oh my god…oh god…what did I do…” you say in between heaving and crying.
At this point Johnny has come up from upstairs to check on you. As you look over from hovering over the toilet, you see him standing before you in your bathroom doorway and blood on his clothes.
“Suzy…Suzy…calm yourself. You did what you had to do. The guy didn’t give you much of a choice. I checked his pocket and he was definitely packing a pistol in it. If you hadn’t pushed him, he might’ve very well shot you and me both.” Johnny says in an attempt to console you, but it’s not working very well.
“They…they’re going to send more people to look for him…they’re going to find out…we can’t even run. There’s military everywhere!” you say before heaving some more, but you’ve nothing left. You’re just shaking.
Johnny steps towards you.
“Suzy. Suzy. We’re going to be fine. Remember WE didn’t do anything wrong here. These assholes came invading our space and then acted in a threatening manner even after we both tried to be accommodating to them.”
You stand before Johnny who now has grabbed a small washcloth and is approaching you with it. You just continue to tremble.
“Suzy. Listen to me. I can clean up the mess in the basement. I’ll make it so nobody will ever know. Okay? If more weekend warriors show up at our door asking about their boss or whoever that dickhead was to them, we’ll just say he left and that they can search the damn house if they want. They won’t find his body. They won’t find ANY body. Trust me on that.”
Johnny dabs the sides of your mouth with the washcloth. You at him with a mixture of fear and hopefulness. All you can think about right now is how you wish all of this would go away.
“Can…can you really make all this go away?” you ask.
“Yes, I can. And in the event that we have to run, we DO have that option. We aren’t prisoners here despite what the government wants us to think. We’re free to go anywhere we wish.”
“I…I want to go home…” you say.
“Well, maybe that’s where we’ll go then.”
Johnny now holds both of your hand in his and looks into your eyes.
“Suzy. I love you and I’ll never let any harm come to you. If the worst comes to worst, I’ll take all the blame for what happened today. I don’t want you to worry about this any more. You’ve been brave enough for one day.”
His eyes they’re so piercing right now. They give off an almost commanding stare. His voice is so soothing though and it’s actually making you feel slightly at ease.
The combination of you having a minor breakdown and the stress of all that’s going on…well it’s all enough for you to just accept Johnny’s willingness to step up and solve all your troubles like some sort of white knight.
At least right now at any rate.
“Come on, let’s get you to your bed. You need to rest.” Johnny says and starts to guide you back to your room. You don’t resist. You just go with it. Johnny is a perfect gentleman though; he doesn’t attempt to touch you in any manner that might be inappropriate.
As you lay down the bed, you allow yourself to start giving into the wave of sleep that’s hitting you from all the mental exhaustion you’re going through.
“Okay, Suzy, I’m going to get to work. Now I’ll close your door and leave you be, but if you need anything at all, just call me of course. Just don’t get up, you don’t need to put yourself through anymore trouble.”
You nod at Johnny’s remark as you start to close your eyes. It’s hard to believe that not too long ago he was the one exhausted and you were still relatively lively. You have no idea where he gets his energy from.
Just as Johnny is about to leave. You call out.
“Johnny?”
“Yes, Suzy?”
“Thank you.”
Your eyes are still closed so you don’t see Johnny smile at you before exiting your room.