Seether licked his lips and turned slowly, so as not to shock the girl. My my my, she came to me, now that is a surprise. He stared down the barrel. "Miss, you have to help me, the man outside is a crazed murderer. He attempted to kill me and I barely escaped, he will torture me and kill me. Before turning against you." He walked slowly to the knife holder and attempted to pull out the knife. It was held in place.<br/><br/>The door splintered open with a crash.<br/><br/>Oh, crap. Seether struggled to maintain a steadyness in his vocal patterns. "Miss, give me the gun. I have a good arm for shooting. Or, you could just shoot me, kill me. Then kill yourself."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Jack dusted his jacket, woodsplinters fell off his narrow shoulders. He straightened his shades and stepped into the living room. God, Seether had problems with hearing and his voice gave away where he was, the kitchen. Jack touched his revolver, buckled on his waist and then, shifted forward towards the kitchen.