Risky Business

John had stepped inside of the room so slowly and quietly he was barely even noticeable in the dark corner of the room. Not until he coughed softly and got Pocahontas' attention.
As she wipped her head in his direction, he took a step further in her direction and handed her a black rose.
"A dark flower for a dark angel," he said softly as to not wake Sinbad up from his sleep.
His knife was in his back pocket, though he still didn't feel completely safe around him.

Pocahontas was sitting there, looking at the wall. Hearing someone cough, she wipped her head in John's direction. Her eyes looked at the black rose, smiling calmly as she blushed, gently grabbing it from his hand, "Thank you..John." She whispered, hoping they wouldn't wake up Sinbad..The last thing she wanted, was for him to wake up.

"I hope you're not too mad. It's just not my.. style.. to turn a lady down when she's begging..."
He smirked playfully, hinting to the night he had spent with Odette in the bathroom. He was not really apologizing, as much as he wanted to see Pocahontas' reaction to his word. Would she turn her anger towards him or Odette? Both? Or none of them?

Pocahontas looked away from him, having her eyebrow raise a little.

"Odette begged him?" She thought to herself, looking at him as he smirked playfully. She looked down, "She begged you, to do that?" Pocahontas looked back up at him, tilting her head again. Even after what she had told Odette..About her feelings for John, she begged him anyway? Her eyes seemed to narrow, though they loosened as she looked at the rose. All of the feelings in her were driving her wild, her eyes then went to her torn clothes..Making her blush a little bit..

"Just... a little bit more than you did," he said while laughing and winked.
Pocahontas really had begged him that day in his room, so at least he hadn't lied about everything. Just twisted the truth a little bit to get what he wanted. That was just fair play, right?

Sinbad slowly woke up. He didn't open his eyes. He just laid it the exact same position he had been sleeping in. What was the point in waking up anyway? To go fight with Pocahontas again? To miss Ariel even more than he had done in his dreams?
He just wanted to go back to a dreamless sleep again. If he just remained in this position then maybe... just maybe he could achieve that.

Pocahontas smiled, laughing very weakly, "Sorry." She looked up at him, before sighing, "I don't like being in this room..Especially with that idiot who is sleeping.."

"Aawww," he said and sighed exaggerating.
"Now, why would you go and call Sinbad something like that..?"
She was just about to open her mouth to reply when he cut her short.
"He's more of a... how do you say...?"
He put his finger to his lips and looked up as if he was thinking.
"Moron."
He laughed out loud before remembering Sinbad might wake up, and lowered his voice to a humble, low laugh and a grin in the direction of Pocahontas.

Pocahontas got a little worried when he talked, then laughed when he called him a moron. She nodded her head, calming her laugh when he did, "He certainly is." She whispered, leaning against the wall as she played with the rose, "Thanks for he rose again." She smiled gently at him.

Sinbad thought he could hear voices.
Was Pocahontas talking to herself? Or maybe she was talking to someone on the other side of the wall.
He didn't really care. It didn't matter what she was doing. As long as she wasn't bothering him. He'd just ignore her.

He walked closer to her until he was standing dangerously close, and brushed away a strand of hair from her face.
"Consider it an apology," he smiled gently, trying to make it look as if he was honestly regretting the choices he had made with Odette. Of course he didn't. What was there to regret? They had fun and that was it. But Pocahontas didn't have to know that. In fact, if he wanted to keep playing with her, it was best if she thought he was sorry.

Pocahontas looked at John, blushing as she brushed away a strand of hair in front of her face. She smiled at him, "Apology accepted." She looked down, before looking back up to him, remembering the garden. Though she wasn't going to bring it up..

He sat down on the floor, gesturing for Pocahontas to sit down next to him.
His knife was bothersome in his tight pants as he was sitting, so he gently took it out and placed it on the floor beside him, where Pocahontas could not see it.
He glances over at Sinbad worriedly, but he figured not even a stone aimed at his head would wake that lazy, old bastard up. It didn't matter. He was safe.
"So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?" he said softly and smiled at Pocahontas.

Pocahontas sat down next to him, smiling at him as he looked at him. When he asked her if she missed him, she nodded, "Yes, I did.." Her smile was calm, looking at him, feeling safe and happy that Sinbad wasn't waking up.

He leaned in to kiss her, turning his back to Sinbad and closing his eyes as he gently stroked her cheek. If he hadn't closed his eyes he might have seen the horrified, shocked expression in Pocahontas' wide open eyes, or even the reflection in the glassy surface of her eyes showing what he did not want to see, but what he had felt was coming the second he had entered the room, though he had convinced himself it was pure paranoia.
He might have seen it if he had not closed his eyes, but they were closed, and he couldn't see. Only Pocahontas could.

Those voices... He could hear more than one. One of them was Pocahontas. The other one.... It reminded him of.... No, it couldn't be. What would that son of a bitch be doing in here.
As Sinbad laid there wihtout moving he became more and more convinced that the other voice belonged to John... To the villain.

Eventually he silently turned his head. Just to take a look. He still wasn't completely sure that it was him. He wanted to believe that it wasn't.
He was shocked when he got it confirmed. That bastard was really in the room. He sat up, the anger already boiling in him. It was all his fault... He was to blame for everything...

Sinbad rose from the bed. As he did so, a shiny object caught his eye. A knife. Laying on the floor. He would never get a better chance.
He quickly ran and grabbed the knife on the floor before he continued towards John.

Pocahontas's eyes widened, seeing Sinbad wake up. When he grabbed something, she saw it was a knife. Her eyes widen more, "JOHN LOOK OUT!" She got up fast, running in front of John fast. Screaming loud as the knife penetrated the upper part of her stomach. Her eyes were really wide, putting her hands on her stomach, looking down to see where the knife had hit..It didn't seem like it hit any vital organs, though she couldn't tell as her vision went blurry, looking up at Sinbad slowly, her body started to tremble. Her eyes fighting to stay open..

[OOC, POCA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO THROW YOURSELF IN FRONT OF HIM??? PLEASE DON'T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

OOC: Wifey...... you better not die Q_Q

The only thing separating John from Sinbad was Pocahontas, and he quickly pushed her aside, making her fall to the ground a bit away from them. He quickly launched and jumped Sinbad, making them both fall down, John on top of Sinbad. He was having problems holding him down as the position he was in was random, and had not been planned or thought about before jumping. He had done it on mere instinct. Further, Sinbad kept struggling under his hands which now held both of his wrists to the ground firmly, tightening his grasp, trying to make him lose the knife.
"Oh Sinbad... I thought we were... friends!" he said through gritted teeth while struggling.

Sinbad noticed that Pocahontas moved in front of John. But it was too late to completely stop the attack. Maybe he could have softened it a little, but... After what she had done... Before he even realized it, he had penetrated her.
He didn't have time to react before he was pushed to the ground by John.
Sinbad still had the knife in his right hand. He struggled to get free. If just he could get his arm free, then maybe he could try stabbing him again. Though he knew that from this angle he'd barely be able to put any strength in it.
But it didn't matter. This was no time to think it all through. He barely even heard what John said to him. And answer him was the last thing on his mind.
Eventually Sinbad succeeded in getting his arm free, but wihtout really realizing it, he continued to struggle. He swung his free arm around wildy, cutting the Villains upper arm with it.

John cried out in pain once the knife penetrated him. It was more of an instinct, he had experienced pain far greater before, and as soon as the shock of it all lessened, he wouldn't be as bothered with it.
He was quick to regain his focus and hit Sinbad's lower arm with such force he lost the grip on the knife.
John quickly got to his feet and grabbed the knife so Sinbad would no longer have the chance to stab him.
As Sinbad tried to stand up John quickly pushed his head to the floor hard enough to cause a violent headache and a temporarly blackout. But not for long. John knew he had to get out of there fast.
He had just opened the door and was about to head out when he realized something.
He looked back at Pocahontas who was lying unconscious on the floor before he looked back to the dooropening, considering if he should leave her there or take her with him.
After what she had done he did not seem to have a choice, but after this they were even. She saved his life, he saved hers. Nothing more than that. They were quit, and he would never be in depth to her. He picked her up quickly with his good arm and dragged her out of the room.
He shut the door just in time as he saw Sinbad starting to wake up again at the other side of the door. They were out, they were safe, but she needed help.
He sighed and continued to drag her body up the stairs to his room.

Pocahontas had fallen over when John pushed her out of the way. Her eyes were still fighting to stay open, though her vision became blurry, closing her eyes before she could see Sinbad cut John's upper arm. She passed out, letting the blood pour out from her stomach..


She had no idea John had decided to help her, until her eyes opened slightly, vision still blurry. Though when she looked up, she could see his blonde hair. Her eyes closed again right after that, fighting to keep herself awake..