Pulled In

5

Grayson

Jimmy pulled me into a bedroom and shoved me down onto the bed. Why does everyone like to shove me? I wasn't that small. I suddenly really wanted to punch Jimmy. In the back of my mind, I was very aware that punching a wanted murderer was a bad idea, but I didn't care.

Just as my fist was about to connect with his face, Jimmy grabbed it and wouldn't let go.
"Don't bother kid. Now, you need to get in control of your emotions, before something bad happens."

I glared at him.
"Said the pot to the kettle."

He shrugged.
"I'll assume that was an insult. Doesn't matter. Point is, the safety of one of the few people I hold respect for is resting on you and your friend out there, and Toaster and I will help you, but for this mission to work, we're both going to need to learn some self control."

I didn't remember Jimmy ever saying anything that made even remote sense, but I nodded like I understood.

"Now, I don't know how far the copy went, but Jordan had some ideas. According to him, since I'm one of the more popular and powerful characters, you might be getting more feedback. Lucky for you, that means you get some really cool abilities. Unlucky for you, you also get a lot of crazy."

I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, like I need more reasons to see a therapist."

He laughed, and, I couldn't help it, I laughed too. We stayed like that for a good five minutes maybe before calming down. Jimmy pulled out his knife again and pointed the handle towards me.
"Take this."

I stopped and stared at it. I felt a strange urge to take it like he'd said, but a more rational part of me spoke up.
"But I thought no one but you held Knifey?"

He smiled.
"For the sake of my creator I can make an exception. Now take it."

I did. The leather handle was warm and fit tightly to my hand. The blade was heavy, and stained with what I could only assume was dried blood. Just touching the thing made me feel like I had just inhaled a ton of laughing gas. I giggled a little and held it closer to my face, twirling it so it caught the light.

"Having fun?"

I looked over to see Jimmy was standing by the window that was now open.
"Come on, best way to learn is to practice."

So I did what any sane person would do, I held tight to Knifey and followed the insane murderer out the window.