I Know you

Computers and Revolutions

         Veronica woke up a day later in JD's bed. She glanced over at him curiously. He looked younger as he slept. She smiled a little.
        "Seventeen," she said softly and looked at him, "again."
          She sat up in his bed then started leave him. Unfortunately it woke JD. The killer growled in response and pulled her back onto the bed. A yelp escaped her throat as he did so. JD nuzzled against her as he held her. Veronica leaned up against him and smiled to herself. She tried to escape his grasp again. Crash. Clank! Crash! Veronica jumped out of bed and ran to the front door to follow the noise she was hearing. She opened the door and looked out. No one. Nothing was there. A shiver ran up her spine. Frozen and petrified. Veronica ran back to JD's room and looked around it for that cold and familiar weapon of his choice.
          "What's going on Ronica," JD grumbled starting to wake up, "What the hell are you doing?"
          "Someone is in the house Jason!" She whispered shrieked.
      JD paused for a moment then broke into a high sound of laughter. Veronica stared at him bewildered at his reaction for the sudden intrusion. 'What is this boy hiding?' She thought narrowing her eyes at him.
           "He's a friend of mine. He's not our psychopath. I met him when I went to New York."
           "You were in New York? All this time," her voice raged louder and it caused even her killer to squirm, "I thought you were dead! You destroyed me for years Jason Dean! Years! And not onc-"
            "Not my fault Ronica. It was the old man who moved me there. I graduated. Made some pretty good friends," JD then frowned and looked down, "that's the other reason why I came. My friend. Well he's not in a good place right now. So I told him to come with me."
       Veronica backed away from him and shook her head. He was never like this. When the two were in high school, he never cared for others unless it was herself or his mother. Something changed him that day and she wanted to know what it was. She looked at her killer curiously for a moment. Her deep brown eyes seemed to almost plead for answers.
"What? Did you want to meet him?" JD asked curiously.
She didn't say a word as she nodded. Veronica watched as a smirk appeared and played on his lips. She shook her head trying to hide a smile all her own.
            "There it is," he said suddenly with his own smile.
            "What are you talking about?"
            "You smiled for the first time."
            "Did not," Veronica blushed looking down, "it's not my first time smiling at you."
        He chuckled and wrapped her up in his arms. She shook her head and looked at him. Veronica still had to keep her guard up. He understood and slid out of bed. He walked to his door and headed out. Veronica curious about the other person living her walked out.
                "Damn it!" A yell came from the kitchen, "you never learned to cook! You're burning it!"
                 "Am not!" Another snapped aloud.
     Veronica stood behind JD. Her body small and easily concealed by his own. She listened to the voices. One was definitely female. The other was male. JD cleared his throat and Veronica jumped a little. The two voices looked up. Veronica peeked over his shoulder and gripped onto his shoulder tightly. The killer winced and glanced back at her. She looked at the two people in his home. One was a little taller than JD.  He wide deep blue eyes. Black jeans and a black hoodie. She looked him over carefully and stepped around JD taking the woman in. Dark brown hair  and hazel eyes. She dressed as if for the American Revolution and had heart shaped sunglasses. Veronica looked down at the woman's hands and noticed black nail polish. 'A reverse Chandler,' she thought as she looked at the woman.
              "So Jason. Are you gonna introduce us to your little friend there?" The woman asked, "if you're not I'll do it. The dork standing beside me is Elliot. I'm Darlene."
       Veronica frowned mentally in her mind. She even sounded like her dead friend. A class A bastard. Though by the look of the two of them. They both seemed to carry a lot of there own baggage. Darlene looked at Veronica with a cold scowl. Veronica kept her stance and stood beside JD. She looked at him. He seemed paler and sicker than usual. It brought her back to the bomb. The thought made her sick and she backed off. JD glanced at her and reached out to her.
"Ronica? Are you okay?" He asked looking at her,"you look pale."
"So d-do you," She stammered.
JD chuckled to himself and walked over to check on her. He rubbed his neck. He wasn't feeling well. He felt sick. He was sick and he wasn't sure why. Veronica looked into his eyes. They seemed to be duller then they were a couple days ago. He did something and it was something bad.
"What did you do Jason Dean," she looked at him and grabbed at his shoulders.
The killer winced and Darlene cleared her throat. The couple looked at her. Veronica had to bite her lip from saying anything.
"He is helping us create anarchy," she said.
Veronica looked at Darlene and backed away from JD. He took her hand in his and frowned.
"Don't leave," he whispered, "yes. We're creating change. A revolution. I grew up with them. When I moved to New York. They were my only friends. I told them about you and when we became adults. I wanted to find you. So Elliot hacked you and tracked you down. I followed his lead. When I found you that one night. I was ecstatic. I was home. You gave me home."
"I gave you home?" She asked.
The killer truly did change. She couldn't help but wonder if he didn't kill anyone. He looked down at her and nodded. Darlene groaned in irritation.
"Come on. We still have fish to fry," she snapped.
"Darlene stop it. You and I will do the rest. Let the guy have his moment," Elliot said with a frown.
JD nodded to Elliot and Darlene before taking Veronica back to his room. He needed to change clothes. He took her hand and Veronica held him close. 'A revolution?' She thought and frowned. She then thought about the killer and her nerves rose. She looked at JD.
"What about the deranged fan?" She asked with a frown.
"I'll hunt him down and kill him," JD frowned and glared.
Veronica shook her head and scowled.
"What you want him alive!" JD snarled at her, "you want to have him after you all you're life?"
Veronica gritted her teeth. Of course she didn't want anyone after her but JD has always been on her tail. JD glared coldly at her awaiting her answer.
"Why do you want anarchy?" She glared.
"Chaos. I need chaos," he frowned and looked at her.
She shook her head.
"Count me out of it Jason. I can't do it again," she said and went to his room.
High school memoirs followed her every step. She exited the house and headed for home. 'Revolutions always have a body count. Whether it's your hands or someone else's. It's always there,' she thought as she walked home.