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This is a story about Devi's hatred for Johnny, and it ends up in a little bit more of a morbid way than one would guess, considering my past writings. . rating may change soon.depending on where this goes in the future. Devi's feelings of anger may get a little out of hand. She's not as forgiving toward Nny as in most of my stories. As with most of my fanfiction, I have no idea how it will end up, and I'm not making any plans. This fic is WAY different from most of the rest of mine.
Chapter One:
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She looked up over the rim of her book, scanning the silent bookstore. She could scarcely distinguish the black of the hair on his head from the darkness of the bookstore (she'd switched off the lights to suit her gloomy mood), but she sensed that he was there. And it made her furious, her heart burning with a potent and poisoning anger that finished her eyes slit into angry slits of fire. She could feel him watching her, and she could almost touch the sorrow radiating off of his irregularly skeletal form when he deciphered the abhorrence in her gaze. He moved a little farther back into the bookstore, watching her in spite of everything with a look of yearning in his brown eyes. It did not touch a chord in Devi's by now hardened heart.
She no longer felt threatened or paranoid when she saw him, she was no longer fearful for her life, and she no longer worried about his obvious insanity. All she felt was odium (that's hatred, I like using uncommon words) for him now. And in her every pore she felt the strong, undeniable desire to watch him bleed, watch him die, watch him squirm in pain, calling to her for help while she only laughed at his hurt. She knew it was cruel, after how kind he'd been to her at first, but she had shut these feelings of regret for her malicious feelings and come to feel quite numb at best. Numbness was the best thing she could feel currently, she would rather feel dead than have to deal with all the emotions she knew she was denying, like how maybe she was being to hard on him. But she didn't consider that she was being to hard on him, after what he'd tried to do.
She shuddered.
He'd tried to murder her.
She felt as though she somehow needed revenge in a small, malevolent spot in her heart, but it was only because of the anger she felt for him now. She could look into his wounded eyes and feel nothing further than the utmost loathing, no pity spared. It scared her slightly, the kind person she'd once been considered had dripped away into the fires of her hate for Johnny. Oh, if only he would die, she thought with a small smile. She imagined the thought of Johnny dead, and her smile widened. She couldn't wait until the day he finally..
No, no that was just plain cruel. She could REALLY hate him that much, could she?
Oh yes, she could. Perhaps she detested him even more than she had at first believed. She'd never been a very hateful creature, until his attempt on her life.
She reached up and tweaked her violet pigtail nervously, realizing just how out of hand her hatred for this young man was going. She needed to leave the bookstore. She stood from her stool and walked out of the store, not bothering to lock up.
Fuck the bitch-assed bookstore. Somebody else could lock it up later.
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If you are a fan of nice, sweet, gentle stories, you will not like this one.
More soon.
-Moonchild
This is a story about Devi's hatred for Johnny, and it ends up in a little bit more of a morbid way than one would guess, considering my past writings. . rating may change soon.depending on where this goes in the future. Devi's feelings of anger may get a little out of hand. She's not as forgiving toward Nny as in most of my stories. As with most of my fanfiction, I have no idea how it will end up, and I'm not making any plans. This fic is WAY different from most of the rest of mine.
Chapter One:
*/*/*
She looked up over the rim of her book, scanning the silent bookstore. She could scarcely distinguish the black of the hair on his head from the darkness of the bookstore (she'd switched off the lights to suit her gloomy mood), but she sensed that he was there. And it made her furious, her heart burning with a potent and poisoning anger that finished her eyes slit into angry slits of fire. She could feel him watching her, and she could almost touch the sorrow radiating off of his irregularly skeletal form when he deciphered the abhorrence in her gaze. He moved a little farther back into the bookstore, watching her in spite of everything with a look of yearning in his brown eyes. It did not touch a chord in Devi's by now hardened heart.
She no longer felt threatened or paranoid when she saw him, she was no longer fearful for her life, and she no longer worried about his obvious insanity. All she felt was odium (that's hatred, I like using uncommon words) for him now. And in her every pore she felt the strong, undeniable desire to watch him bleed, watch him die, watch him squirm in pain, calling to her for help while she only laughed at his hurt. She knew it was cruel, after how kind he'd been to her at first, but she had shut these feelings of regret for her malicious feelings and come to feel quite numb at best. Numbness was the best thing she could feel currently, she would rather feel dead than have to deal with all the emotions she knew she was denying, like how maybe she was being to hard on him. But she didn't consider that she was being to hard on him, after what he'd tried to do.
She shuddered.
He'd tried to murder her.
She felt as though she somehow needed revenge in a small, malevolent spot in her heart, but it was only because of the anger she felt for him now. She could look into his wounded eyes and feel nothing further than the utmost loathing, no pity spared. It scared her slightly, the kind person she'd once been considered had dripped away into the fires of her hate for Johnny. Oh, if only he would die, she thought with a small smile. She imagined the thought of Johnny dead, and her smile widened. She couldn't wait until the day he finally..
No, no that was just plain cruel. She could REALLY hate him that much, could she?
Oh yes, she could. Perhaps she detested him even more than she had at first believed. She'd never been a very hateful creature, until his attempt on her life.
She reached up and tweaked her violet pigtail nervously, realizing just how out of hand her hatred for this young man was going. She needed to leave the bookstore. She stood from her stool and walked out of the store, not bothering to lock up.
Fuck the bitch-assed bookstore. Somebody else could lock it up later.
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If you are a fan of nice, sweet, gentle stories, you will not like this one.
More soon.
-Moonchild