Novel & Cerita Janet From Rocky Horror Show

Lucas stood by the window, arms crossed tightly, his eyes red-rimmed and distant. Now the hallway was quieter, dimmer. Only the hum of the fluorescent lights and the faint chatter from the hallway filled the silence. Then the door burst open. Everyone’s head turned sharply. Janet walked in. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smudged, and she had a small bandage on her arm but her expression, oh, her expression, was what made my blood boil. She looked… fragile. She looked like she had been crying. She was such a hypocrite.

“Thanks for the talk.” “More like the listening.” He gave me a smug. I returned the smug and left his room. I went down to the kitchen and Janet was there sitting on one of the dining chairs. She wasn’t doing anything, just sitting there staring into space. “Janet.” I called. She jumped out of the chair and placed her hands against her chest. “Oh my… I thought it was Mrs. Roseburg.” I frowned. “You know you still didn’t tell me why you were crying in the cinema hall.”

The only sounds were the low hum of the ventilation system and the frantic pounding of my heart, echoing in my ears like a warning I refused to heed. I didn’t know if I was about to push him away or pull him closer. I didn’t get the chance to decide. A soft electronic chime cut through the tension. We both froze. Kingsley’s eyes flicked past me to the desk. The security monitor blinked to life, the screen flickering as it connected to the live feed. A familiar face filled the display. Janet. Janet Lut stood at the front door of the penthouse, perfectly composed, dressed in elegant black, her hair immaculate.

I gagged, turning my head sharply away as bile filled my throat and I dry heaved some more, despite my best effort not to. Part of Janet’s skull was broken and sunken in the most unnatural way, with the skin torn and jagged. There was no way on earth anyone should survive something like this, or at least I thought so. But yet, she was breathing, although her breathing was shallow, uneven, and wet in a way that caused the lump in my throat to thicken. “Oh, God … Janet …” I whispered brokenly. She tried to talk, but made only a wet, sucking sound in reply. Tears blurred my vision.

She got up from her seat, waving over at him before making her way out of the room with a grin on her face. "Why's she smiling like that?" Ope asked in confusion. Janet just winked at him before skipping down the hall. I have a boyfriend, no...scratch that. Derek is my boyfriend. Janet thought happily, walking out of the hospital with her phone still in her hands. Only if Juliet were here. "Excuse me." A voice called out as she pause, turning around to meet a dark skinned guy, tall and lean. He had a scar on his cheek, Janet backed away.

Lilly nodded her head blankly and went to make the coffee without changing her clothes. Will this never be her home? At the same time in the hospital, Janet had woken up from her sleep after getting a bad dream. When she snapped open her eyes wide, she was horrified to see someone inside the room, " Who..who is it..." She still had the effect of her bad dream. So as soon as she saw a figure, her adrenaline began to panic easily. However, the shadow came in the front light, replied in a husky voice, " JANET.. it's me..Are you awake?"

Before I reach the door, Janet comes in and looks shocked. "What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost or something." It takes me a minute to calm down and breathe, then I answer her. "Janet, you will never believe what just happened to me." She laughs and gets a smirk on her face, "Did Mr. Denver come in and screw you on your desk, like he does Theresa?"

Blood was speckled over every piece of skin I could see. "Nice place y'all got here." The woman announced, pulling me away from my thoughts. "Smells like supper time." I glanced at her. The woman was a little rough around the edges with wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but it was women like her that would survive the apocalypse. When I stayed quiet, she filled the silence. "I'm Janette. Janette Malone. I don't know your man's name, but I know yours. He was hollering for you all day. I'm glad that's over."

I would have seen what was going inside but the cream cotton placed there wouldn't allow it. I knocked again, but it wasn't Janet who opened up. It was a blonde, blue eyes and she was heavily pregnant who I assumed might be her friend. "Oh." She had a surprise look on her face when she saw me. I cleared my throat, "Hi, I'm here to see Janet?" It came off more like a question. "Yh, sorry." She chuckled and then let me enter the house. I took nite of every single detail. It had this warm cozy feeling and had a nice smell.

Janet attacked again. Janet was a combination of physical might and wrath, all wrapped up in rage. She was a non-stop flurry of swift strikes, slashes, and stabs that even the startled savage lycan could not keep up with, let alone the gigantic lycan. As she hammered with ferocity, it happened in a blur, and even June and Ryan couldn't keep up. Finally, she succumbed to weariness when the three lycans were dead. Beheaded and disemboweled. "Oh fuck! What the hell was that?" Ryan asked.