Well as I'm Waiting... Anyone want to do a One-on-One with me??? Hey It turns out someone actually wants to so this is closed, but Stalkers are fine

Suddenly the light disappeared, then shone into his face, blinding him to who was holding it.

He looked away and closed his eyes.

"Leon? What are you doing here?"

"Wha?" He asked as he tried to look at the person that was holding the flash light without blinding himself.

Jax lowered the flashlight and squinted at him from the darkness. "Leon!"

"You fucking asshole! Where the fuck were you?! I was worried as fuck!" Leon said as he hugged Jax.

(my fucking god don't fucking cuss so fucking much my fuck xD)

Jax hugged him back. "I'm sorry, they kidnapped me! I only just woke up in time to save myself!"

(xD)

"What do you mean by 'I only just woke up in time to save myself'?"

"They kidnapped me! They almost strangled me to death, see?" He shone the flashlight on his neck, to show his wound reopened and bleeding gently, and a severe red line: where the cord from the phone charger must've almost killed him. And the flashlight gave much more into relief too; he had a large bruise on the top of his head, two black eyes, and several teeth missing. There was a bullet hole in his arm, that was wrapped badly in clothing, which seemed to come from his own shirt.

"I am going to mother fucking murder them." He said as he carefully touched the wound.

He instinctively jerked it away from him. "Sorry, it's a little tender. But, there's not a lot of them left, I'm walking around and seeing if the flashlight'll bait them, but I think there were only five or six guys here."

"No, we don't need to do that. We can just leave."

"Okay, but I'll need to talk to my insurance company about my house. I don't think this falls under crime… it might…"

"I don't know and we need to leave now." He grabbed Jax's hand and walked to the other side of the factory.

"Okay, okay, lemmie turn off my light." He turned off his flashlight as they made it outside.

He picked up his motorcycle and started it, waiting for Jax.

Jax limped over and hopped tenderly on the back, and wrapped his arms around Leon. "Okay."

He drove off to his house.

(Whom's home?)

(To Leon's)

(Right.)

When they pulled up Jax remembered his duck. "Is my duck okay?"

"Ummm, it looked like someone stepped on the duck when they were leaving." He said, not making eye-contact with him.

Jax sighed and deflated gently. "Aww, I really liked that duck. He slept with me when I was feeling lonely."

"It's okay." He said as he kissed Jax on the forehead.

Jax looked truly depressed as he slumped into Leon's apartment, and with an air of misery, grabbed the home phone to talk to his bank, insurance company, and all the other people, including the TV company he was using. Getting robbed was very hard work.

He parked his motorcycle near his apartment and followed Jax into his house.

"Customer. Service!"

"Are you okay, Jax?" He asked as he walked over to Jax.

"No, this stupid thing isn't directing me to my broker… UGH CUSTOMER. SERVICE!"

"Just calm down, Jax. They're probably very busy with calls from everywhere."