Sean as John Ryder. This story is of John Ryder before he met the
couple from the movie The Hitcher.

Rated R

This story was written in fun and no money was made from it.





He sat in the dark corner of the restaurant. He didn't mean to kill
her. The waitress was actually very nice. The constant clanging of
the silverware was beginning to become to much. It made his head
ache. He felt with each clang that he was going to go insane. She
smiled sweetly at him. She did have the sweetest smile. Young too.
When the restaurant was finally empty, John got up from his table and
went and sat at the counter. He knew then it was a big mistake. He
watched her as she methodically put the forks with the forks, the
spoons with the spoons and the knives with the knives.
He put his hand thru his hair. He could start to feel the hair go
thru his fingers. He needed it to be cut. He loved having his hair
short.
He spied the scissors. He knew though that they wouldn't do the
job. The waitress dropped a couple of knives to the floor. It
jolted thru John like an ice pick smashing thru ice. He glared at
her. It was actually more of a blank menacing stare. The waitress
stood up and cursed. She sheepishly glanced at John. He lost his
look just in time for her to miss it.
The waitress had had it and she walked around to the back and she
quietly placed the dirty silverware into the sink. She leaned hard
against the sink and let out a tired sigh. John could see her. He
watched her with a deep fascination. She was really pretty. Then
she looked at him and it caught him off guard. They just looked at
each other. There was a connection there. It made his heart skip.
He looked away suddenly and rubbed his chest. He hadn't felt that
before. What was that? He looked up again and she was gone.
John leaned over the counter a little and strained his neck to see
where she went. She seemed to be gone for what seemed hours. He did
enjoy watching her. The way she was genuine with the customers. She
paid for a homeless man's meal and gave him a bagged lunch to go.
She gave children free ice cream. Her laughter lit up the room with
a brilliant sound. He sat back down in his chair and started to look
around. He was the only one left. All of a sudden he felt very very
alone. He looked at the back of the restaruant and she still wasn't
there. There was no sound at all. He started to get worried. What
happened to her? Where did she go? She has to come back he thought to
himself. She was the only one who could close up the restaurant.
And then like an angel her body whispered around the corner. His
mouth dropped slowly as he watched her walking toward him. She wore
blue jeans, they weren't too tight. She wore a plain light blue t-
shirt and a black and blue plade over shirt. Her hair was down and
it was the most interesting brownish red color. It was long, very
long. It shimmered and shook as she walked. Her breast bounced
slightly when she approached.
She was messing with her keys when she looked up. Her eyes caught him
completely off guard. They were an aqua blue green. She stopped and
her face turned pale red in the most delicate manner. "I forgot you
were here." The waitress said. John picked up his coffee and took a
sip. He couldn't stop looking at her. He hadn't seen such a natural
beauty like this a long time. "Sorry" He replied. She shook it off
and giggled and continued to walk over to the register. She played
with the buttons on the register. She didn't seem to mind that he
was there and he decided to stay next to her as long as he could.
She smelled like the tiniest scent of roses. She didn't overdue it.
In fact is seemed like she put it on so you would have to get close
to her to make sure that she smelled like roses.
When she finished with the register and did the numbers she shrugged
and gave a little nod to herself. "Did you have a good day?" John
asked. The waitress turned to him and replied, "Fair to middlein'."
John almost choked on his coffee. He repeated her. She smiled
wide. "Its a phrase my grandmother use to say to people when they
asked her how things were going." "Thats a new one on me." John
chuckled more. He truly enjoyed being around her.
They were looking at each other again. Holding their gazes. Nothing
seemed to penetrate this simple friendly battle. Then John looked
away. The waitress squealed, "HA!, You lost. You looked away first.
You owe me a drink." She giggled. John was caught off guard and he
laughed deeply and loudly. He looked at her and she was pleased with
herself. Knowing that she could get him to express himself with
something other than his stoic expressions.
They quieted down and she offered him another cup of coffee. He was
not about to object to the coffee. Not that he really wanted it but
that he didn't want to leave her. After pouring him another cup.
She came around the other side of the counter and when she got next
to him she motioned to the chair beside to him. John readily agreed
to have her next to him.
Once she got comfortable beside to him he looked at her and then took
a sip of coffee. "I noticed you didn't wear a name tag." John said.
The waitress looked at him and smiled that great smile. "My name is
Jocelyn." She extented her hand to him. He hesitated for a moment,
but the smell of her was so enticing he was interested to see if she
felt as good as she smelled and looked. Jocelyn began to pull her
hand away and a small look of disappiontment crossed her face. John
quickly gave her his hand and his heart leaped when she looked into
his eyes and she smiled. "Jocelyn." John said, breathelessly. He
seemed to say every syllable with a caressing gesture. He loved her
name. It suited her. Jocelyn was just as captivated with him. She
searched his face. Looking at the time lines. She knew he had been
thru a lot in his life, but he was a handsome devil. John caught her
staring at him. He cleared his throat. She looked away from him
sheepishly. "Sorry." She said in a small voice. John shrugged and
finished off his coffee. He could feel it coming again. Not her he
told himself. She had done nothing wrong. He looked at her and she
was using her fingernail to scrap off a piece of old food. John's
head was swimming. She could identify him, he reasoned with
himself. She would tell "them" that he was here. John snapped his
head quickly away from her. He looked into the window and saw his
reflection. He was trying to tell himself that she wasn't that kind
of person. She was nice. She wouldn't betray him. He turned his
head away from his reflection and looked at the ground. Jocelyn
touched him and in a startled reaction he spun around and backhanded
her. Jocelyn fell over onto the floor. John stood over her.
Jocelyn recovered. She looked up and was rubbing her head. She
could see that John had changed somehow. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to spook you." She said in a quite voice. John snapped back to
reality and he helped her up. It was killing him. She looked at him
with concern. She apologized for something that he clearly did. He
had to leave. He couldn't trust himself any longer. She was so
beautiful, this woman named Jocelyn.
"You look tire. Maybe you should get going and get some sleep."
Jocelyn said. John's expression became dark. His head was screaming
to kill her. SHE would betray him. His heart screamed with just as
much resolution that she wouldn't. He looked away from her and
started toward the door. Jocelyn knew she was in danger. This
wasn't the first time she had felt threatened at the restaurant, but
she knew this was different. This man's whole aura was evil. She
should have listened to her gut. She looked down at the floor when
she saw him reach the door. But the bell didn't ring and all she
heard was a click. Loud and full of meaning.
Jocelyn looked up and John was headed toward her, full of hate. She
kept her gaze on him. She didn't want to show him any fear. That
would make things worst and you don't run from a predator. You stand
and fight. She waited. Her heart beat faster, the urge to run was
becoming almost unbearable.
John got to her in a few steps. He muckled onto her and seemed to
squeeze the blood right out of her arms. He had her so close. He
didn't see terror in her eyes. She met his gaze, softly with
acceptance of what was to come. "Jocelyn." whispered John. Jocelyn
did something she didn't expect to do. He was so close. Their noses
were touching. She leaned upward toward him and kissed him. John,
taken completely by surpise looked at her. Again their gazes held
and he bent down and ever so softly took her lips. He kissed her
like he had just walked onto heaven's floor. His grip on her arms
didn't soften though. Jocelyn and John got caught up in this kiss of
life and death. John looked at her. His eyes softened and became
apologetic. He kissed her forehead and then with lightning speed his
hands went from her arms to her head and with a rapid twist, her neck
snapped. Instead of letting her fall to the floor he caught her in
his arms and laid her down gently. He leaned over and looked at her,
memorizing her. He truned away and took his hand and brushed it over
her eyes to close them. He looked at her again and tears streamed
down his face. "All you had to do was walk away." John said, not to
Jocelyn, but to himself. He bent down and kissed her on the lips.
He got up and walked down the road without turning back.