walks_two_paths | Room 217, Saturday Morning

She didn't know what had happened.

She didn't know how she had ended up in this place... didn't even know where this place was. However, the nice guy, Johnny, had brought her back to his place and promised that she'd be safe while she stayed with him.

She went to stand at the window, looking out carefully to make sure there was no one watching the building. Letting the curtain fall back over the glass, she let out a breath.

They were out there somewhere. They were out there and they wouldn't stop looking for her until they found her.

Problem was, she wasn't sure who they were. She pulled the tank top up and away from her waist and made a face at the bruising there. It was in the perfect shape of a hand, but she couldn't remember how it had happened.

She couldn't remember a lot of things, actually.

[[OOC: For the man of the house]]

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Johnny stared hard at her.

"Come on, babe, I need some answers here."

She let the shirt drop back to cover the bruise before turning to look at him, her eyes troubled.

"My name's Savannah. I think I'm 18 or 21..." She wasn't exactly sure, but she knew those two ages felt right. "I'm being chased by some very bad people who want to hurt me. Two nights ago, I woke up in a house that I had never seen before. As soon as I was able to get my legs to function properly, I ran."

Ah, hell. Fandom shit. It was bad enough he was having to deal with a sister who he found out was not really his sister at all, and she was in love with him? Girl went batshit insane with the obession. Least she was in capable hands now. Reed'd know what to do.

"Savannah, you're my girlfriend. I'm Johnny and you just point those bad people out to me and I'll torch the bastards."

She had been very quiet, listening to what he was saying. She believed him. She could read the sincerity and concern in his eyes.

"I don't know who they are," she said quietly as a single, silver tear slid down her cheek.

He was up in an instant, trying to catch that tear with his thumb. "Listen to me - I will not let anyone hurt you. I promise you that. Wherever they are? They're good as dead."

Savannah looked up into his face, her eyes shimmering with a sheen of tears.

"I can't remember who they are, only that they want me dead for some reason. So I ran... I came to you because I knew you'd keep me safe..."

He ran a hand back through his hair. "And what do you want me to do?"

Kill them before they kill me.

She looked at him.

"I don't want to die, Johnny."

"Listen to me--"

His cell phone rang. Dammit. He held up one finger as he answered it.

"...Sue? Goddammit stop calling me! No... No... Okay yes. Tomorrow, fine. Damn." He fliped his phone shut.

"Listen to me, Savannah. I will not let anyone harm you. You know what I can do."

She looked confused. "Sue?"

"My si-- uh, just this chick."

Savannah pulled a gun out of her bra.

"You need me to take care of it?"

"Whoa, what the...?"

Savannah pulled a gun out of her bra.

God damn that was kind of hot.

"Uh... can you do that again?"

Somehow, Savannah made the gun disappear back into her bra and then drew it again.

"Like this?"

Johnny was not drooling. Really.

"Um... I think? Third times a charm, sweetheart."

Edited Date: 2008-10-12 03:07 am (UTC)

Savannah gave him quite the show as she sloooowly put the gun away. She then waited a few moments and the drew her gun again.

"You never answered my question. Should I go take care of it?"

Give him a minute; he was in hot ass boobie land.

...

...

"No. Uh. The problem's in New York." Or so he thought.

She put the gun away, adjusting her bra and chest to make it disappear completely and then she straightened up and tilted her head.

"I can make it there and back in a few hours?"

"No." he said firmly. Sue was his.

Come Monday he would have to bleach his brain, he was sure of it.

She shrugged. "Probably less messy for you to do it, I guess."

She dropped down conveniently onto the bed.

"Why I can't I remember anything?" And why was she carrying a gun in her chest? "How bad did they hurt me? Where did all of these bruises come from?"

Where did the scared shrinking violet come from?

Both good questions. He wished he could get past badass hot girlfriend that he wanted to screw right now. Amnesia or not.

He was terrible.

"Bruises?"

Savannah pulled her tank top over her head to reveal the hand prints on her stomach, side and sternum.

"I woke up with them."

Edited Date: 2008-10-12 03:44 am (UTC)

"Holy shit!"

Oh no way. No fucking way was someone going to touch her.

Johnny got hot. Way hot. Except... not.

He didn't know that he's lost his power.

She nodded. "I'm so scared. I don't know who tried to kill me, Johnny and I didn't know what to do... and then you found me."

"I did, yes," he said, wondering why he didn't really remember that part. Uh.

"I'll protect you."

That's okay. She remembered. Sorta.

"I know you will." She gave him soft eyes. "You're a super hero."

A superhero that was becoming slightly suspicious.

It was an... odd feeling.

"What is the last thing you remember?"

Savannah thought hard, her eyes full of shadows.

"My phone."

"Your phone?"

Her forehead wrinkled beautifully. "My phone rang... it rang, startling me and then..."

"Did... you answer it?"

She was silent and tried for a moment to remember what happened. "I... I think I did."

...and?" he was trying to be patient here, really.

"I... there was pain and..." Savannah burst into tears. Tears were pouring down her face, but amazingly, her mascara did not run.

"I don't know!" She sobbed, her face in her hands. "I don't know what happened."

Edited Date: 2008-10-12 05:17 am (UTC)

Her tears were so... glistening too. It was amazing.

"Shh. It's alright, we'll take care of it. I will take care of it."

Johnny was going to kill someone. Or someones.