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The Misadventures of Jonny Quest	By : RoseOSharon Category: +M through R > New Adventures of Jonny Quest, The Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Greece—Two Weeks Later

Jonny swallowed as he entered the darkened apartment he had shared with Artemis, and shivered. The police had concluded their investigation, and had the bomber behind bars, but it didn’t change what had happened, and it didn’t change what all he had lost.

“Get . . .out,” a voice suddenly hissed from the darkness, and Jonny started as a light was suddenly flicked on, and a small duffel bag landed with a loud thud at his feet.

Johnny trembled, still not quite over the shock and fear from the bombing, and he stared, completely shocked. “M’s. ‘ele’tia. Wha’ . . . w’ong?” he forced out, his hearing still impaired and his throat still damaged from the heat he’d inhaled from the explosion.

“You lived and my son died! That’s what’s wrong!” the older, coldly beautiful, hotly angry woman spit. “This is all your fault! It should have been you! That man was trying to kill you, and my son, the better, far better, of the two of you, died because of it! My friends are dead! My proper son-in-law lost his leg! My beautiful daughter lost her beautiful face and her arm, and will never take pictures again! And all because of you -- you . . . you perverted WHORE!” Jonny blanched at her words, and he trembled, as he held his hands up, as if to ward off her words, if not her, as she approached him, her eyes blazing with an almost insane rage.

He held out his hands to her, every aspect of his body begging for her not to hurt him, almost to the point where he all but threw himself on his knees. “Know . . . Fe’,” he tried to say, but nothing came out. However, her face reddened, and he knew she got the gist of what he tried to say.

“You don’t know anything about how I feel!” She screeched. “You don’t know anything about anything! But I do!” She thumped her finger against her chest. “I know what it’s like, day after day, year after year, watching people use my son only for his money, and pretend to love him! Watching you use him only for his money and pretending to love him!”

He wanted to tell her she was wrong. He wanted with everything that was in him, to tell her he did love her son. That he still loved, and that he would always love him, but his throat made no sound. He wept, though, and his tears coursed down his cheeks, though they made no impression on the raging woman.

“I know you pretended to love him!” She continued as if he had spoken. “Because you’re a man! Just as my son was!” Her yell turned into an almost insane screech, and Jonny’s worst fears were realized. He had tried to tell Artemis that his mother was secretly homophobic, but Artemis had refused to listen, and Jonny had finally quit trying to convince him of it. However, right then and there, directly in front of him, was the rampaging truth, and he was glad that Artemis never saw how ugly his mother’s hatred truly was.

“As a man, there’s no way that you could have felt anything even remotely resembling love! True love happens between a man and a woman, not ever between two men! Men aren’t capable of feeling the deep connection a woman does with a man, once she’s found the right one! And you weren’t the right one for him because You! Weren’t! A ! Woman!”

Jonny wanted to contradict her. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but he was still reeling from his loss. He was still in pain from his wounds, and he was still somewhat in shock from the blast, not to mention the cause of the blast . . . which, when he actually stopped to think about it, and he did, right then and there, realized, for the first time, that everything she said was the truth. He, and his actions, had caused the entire explosion, the injuries, and everything that had occurred, right up to and including Artemis’ death, really had been his fault.

His eyes darkened with agony, and a deep, dark hole opened up in his soul, and he stared at the obviously already packed duffel bag.

“As you can see,“ she hissed. “I’ve already packed your bag. I know what is my son’s, what was yours, and what he gave you, and I assure you, only your stuff is in there, and only what you’ll need for a one way trip back to the United States. You leave everything else here, and don’t you dare ever come back, you parasite from hell!” She screamed, and launched herself at Jonny, even as she bounced his passport off his forehead. He heard it hit the floor behind him, and gazed at her in shock. He then looked past her, into what had been their bedroom, and pointed wordlessly, though somewhat frantically, at the nightstand, where three photograph albums lay, covers down.

She struck him across the face and he cried out as she caught him with the flat of her palm, across the bandage on his face.

“Don’t you dare even pretend you want anything as worthless as a few pictures!” She screamed, and Jonny put his hand up to his cheek, and saw blood on his fingers. She’d broken open his face wound, and blood had seeped through the gauze. “All you want is the jewelry and the clothes and the credit cards and the money he gave you! Your free ride is over! Now get the hell out, before I kill you myself!” The last part was screamed at him, and Jonny knew that she very likely would carry out her threat. He grabbed the duffel bag from the floor, nabbed his passport from next to the door where it had landed after bouncing off his face, and fled into the beautiful, balmy Greek night.

He didn’t stop running until he was almost halfway across the city, and when he did stop, he panted hard, even as he fought to keep the tears and his emotions, in severe check. The last thing he needed to do at that moment, was to give in to his fear and his panic, and most importantly, his pain. He needed his brain more than anything right at that moment, and he knew that if he allowed himself to think of anything but where he was going to go from that moment on, he would go insane.

He knew that he didn’t have any choice but to leave Greece, as he had been ordered. Mrs. Celestia was too rich and too well known, to not be a threat to his very existence if he stayed, and he decided it really would be better to leave the country and go back to America.

After all, there was nothing left in Greece for him anyway.

The next thing he needed to figure out, was how to get back to America. Mrs. Celestia hadn’t thought about that, nor did she obviously care how he went about doing what she’d ordered, but even so, some practicality, if not ingenuity, had to be used.

He didn’t have much money on him, and he had no money of his own. His father had long ago closed and or cancelled his accounts, so that rendered all of the accounts and credit cards that had been in Jonny’s name worthless. In response, and as a final, angry act of separation, Jonny had, upon reflection, foolishly, destroyed any and all credit cards he’d had, as well as the passbooks for the accounts.

He and Artemis had shared several accounts in various countries, but Switzerland had not been one of them, and, as Artemis’ mother had seen fit to keep his wallet (a gift from Artemis, though how she’d known that was beyond him, and which, upon reflection, had been a mistake leaving in the apartment while he went to the store for some yogurt)) Jonny had no access to any of the accounts in any of the other countries.

He touched the hollow of his throat, and gratefully fingered the coin. At least he still had that. He rubbed his fingers over it, and started walking. He realized that without any money, he couldn’t fly back to the United States, but maybe, the experience he’d had when he was younger with his father working on boats of various kinds, would be enough to get him a job as a deckhand on a cargo ship.

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