Focus

1. Focus on the insane stalker holding a gun

"Sometimes, we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn't mean it's right, it means love is more important." — Joe Goldberg, You
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The air was tense as the sun hid behind the horizon. The drama of the dire tension unfolded at the middle of a viaduct that stood high above a waterfall which led to a rumbling river. The river roared, restless and wrathful, far below the bridge. The forest's foliage, full and fearful, cast creepy shadows that crept along the sides of the mountain. The trees, tall and troubled, rustled in the wind, as if warning of danger ahead. The danger that April led them to.

Joe Goldberg jolted with madness as he pointed his gun at the temple of a quivering March Fooze, who was barely able to allow air to reach his lungs. The chokehold that he was held in became tighter as April tried to move closer to her younger brother. "If I were you, I would stay where I am." The insane stalker said smugly. He was surrounded by some of the most dangerous people in the city but he knew they would abide by his rules because of the insufferable man with green hair that was in his grasp.

The scent of the gasoline that was poured on the railroad hung in the air along with April and March's fear. One wrong move by anyone and it would be their end.

Cleo and Bryce were huddled together in horror at the scene they were witnessing. The man who had caused Cleo so much trauma and pain was back and they were at his mercy. All because of April's selfishness. Their anger at being brought along by the gold digger was scorching as Cleo sent daggers through her eyes at the redhead's back.

"What the fuck do you want?" Ramee hissed in hostility at Joe. The man didn't know the exact details, but he knew that the person they were staring at was responsible for April's two week disappearance. Ramee believed they had killed him when he took Ray hostage, but there he was, still alive. He was like a cockroach, refusing to die.

"Now, now, white knight. This isn't about you."Joe sneered at the infamous warlord. The last time they met, he wasn't prepared, but now he had the upper hand. Joe knew that Ramee would act like a lapdog to protect April.

"I have to say Ramee, you sure do like to torture yourself. I've been watching you for a few weeks you know? Still April's little pet even after she dumped you on live television." The man chuckled derisively.

"How's Carmella doing?"Joe laughed mockingly. His voice was soaked in burning acid. His crazed brown eyes were wide and his hair was messier than it's usual maintained look. When they met him, he looked like a model: blue contacts, styled hair, manicured and perfect. He hoped that he'd catch April's eye but It didn't work. The celebrity was too distracted by Ramee.

"You know you have some nerve Ramee," The mad man continued, "Holding onto April and spending Valentine's Day with her. Even when you're with Carmella. You're so greedy." He hissed, mad and unstable.

Joe grinned maniacally as April's shocked gaze quickly shifted to Ramee in response to his words. She didn't know that she was back to being a side chick.

"That's not even the worst part. You didn't even look for her when she was away. None of you did." Joe felt slightly guilty for making her cry but it was necessary to let her know the truth. He wished he could grab onto her and never let her go. He hoped they could move far away from San Andreas, where nobody could hurt her.

"Don't worry about him, sweetheart." The crazed stalker said in a deceptively sweet tone, his voice teetering in and out of madness as he tried convincing her.

"I'm going to take care of him for us. Then I'm going to take you back to your cage okay? If you behave I'll even bring March over here with us." The deranged man said in a manipulative tone, tightening his grip on March's neck as he spoke.