Will I be ok?
Something seemed off in the garage. Everything was brightly lite but was just barely out of focus except for the few things closest to him. Jericho stood still as he looked around, finding that nothing was out of place. But something felt wrong, "Maybe it's me", he thought. Then, seemingly out of no where Dapper appeared, smiling and cheerful as always.
Jericho smiled, then froze as memories of 420 torturing Fawkes in an attempt to prove his love was a lie and strange images of her killing him in various ways. Fear surged through him as he realized that Dapper was just a kind front to the violent psychopath within. Jericho had one single thought go though his mind as he stood froze in place, staring at a now slightly worried looking Dapper," She's going to kill us... but not if I can kill her first."
Jericho lunged at Dapper, tackling her to the floor. She screamed in surprise. Jericho sat up, pinning one of Dapper's wrists to the floor with his hand and slowly lifted the other in a fist. In a low whisper,"I'm sorry, love."
He began to pound his fist into her face while making sure to avoid her free hand, and by extension, her grip. Dapper tried to scream and yell for help, and even to Jericho, pleading with him to stop. Jericho's eyes were emotionless but burning red. The fear hidden and only an instinct to survive drove him.
At one point, Dapper managed to kick Jericho off of her and made a break for the door, only to be caught again and stopped by a punch to her face and a kick to her chest. He reached down and grabbed her ankle and drug her back to the center of the garage. "Stay," he said coldly and walked off.
"Why ar' you doing this?" Dapper asked, dragging herself to a nearby toolbox and leaning back against it. She was only met with silence. Jericho returned with a long pipe in hand. "Huh, figured the psycho would have showed herself by now." Jericho lifted the pipe and looked into Dapper's fearful eyes, oil streaming from them. Jericho drove the pipe into Dapper's chest and almost immediately left, leaving control to Fawkes.
Fawkes took a moment to take int he grizzly scene before him. His green eyes showing little remorse. He knelt down and pulled the pipe from Dapper"s chest and carefully putting a hand to her cheek. "Why?" she asked again. Fawkes just shook his head. "W-will I be ok?" she knew that he would at least answer that and no matter then answer, he would fix her.
Fawkes smiled slightly and simply said," No." He softly patted her cheek, stood, and headed for the door. Ignoring her cries of pain and sorrow.
Jericho burst out of sleep mode, he was trying to scream but all that came out was quiet and distorted. He was still broken and alone on the side of the mountain, weak from low power and damaged or rusting parts. Tears of oil started to flow at the realization of where he was and the emotions brought on by the nightmare he just had. He wasn't going to die, not like this. Not alone. Not without Dapper, or that matter 420, even if she was by her hand.
He tried to scream out again, only to have the sound be slightly louder and even more distorted.
Jericho had lost all hope at this point.
