First story on here! I'll be working on it when I can! Hope you like and that I did alright. (c) Vasquez (sorry Mr. V!)
Edgar didn't know how much longer he could stand this. He had been polite, making pleasant conversation and not screaming out in pain, but seriously, this shit hurt. He'd been strapped to this machine for nearly an hour, so he estimated, his arms were numb and the muscles in his back felt like they were ripping apart. This whole ordeal was making his body shake, a combination of fiery pain and fear.
Yes, a hint of fear.
The man who had left him here, Nny he remembered, had disappeared after asking why Edgar had not been afraid. He didn't think he was rude but maybe Nny had decided to let him sit and rot because of his displeasing answer. He gulped. He really didn't know what to do, like he could do much. Should he cry for help? Could anyone even hear here? Should he call out to Nny? He might be able to hear him. It was worth a try.
"Uh, um Nny?" It came out as little over a whisper, he doubted he was heard at all. But it was nice to talk into the nothing than sit in a silent nothing after all.
"I guess it was rude to say you were going to go to hell. That's not a particularly nice thing to say to someone. I'm sorry if I offended you..."
"No, you didn't."
Edgar jumped at the voice and looked at the patch of darkness it had come from. The man that introduced himself as Johnny walked forward, head down with hands behind his back. He looked so sad Edgar thought.
"Wha-"
"Sorry about the sudden disappearance. I needed to step out. Get a freezy."
"Oh, no apologies needed. I understand, nothing better to clear your mind with than a brain freezy."
Nny grinned a bit at this and lifted his head to look at Edgar, who despite being strapped to an odd murder machine, was calmly smiling down at him.
"So uh, have you thought about my situation? Heh." Edgar tried not to sound too desperate.
"Yes, I have had a few or so thoughts about you. Which is weird, I'm not sure I like it." Johnny scrunched up his face a bit noticing the trembling limbs of his prisoner, it made him feel slightly better.
"Are you afraid yet?"
"Ahm well you know, being fearless in the face of sudden death is a lot more easier than spending some intimate time inspecting this machine for an hour. Thinking about all the pain filled bits." Edgar tried to give a sincere smile, but ended up with something a lot more unsure and nervous ending up in the corner of his mouth. Johnny gave a small chuckle before fading out into a completely silent pensive state.
The truth was johnny hadn't just given Edgar a few thoughts, he had been obsessing over him for the past hour and the fact that he couldn't bring himself to pull that lever to shred him to bits. At first it had disturbed him, so much so he immediately left the room. Homicide was supposed to be easy for him! It was in his god damned title! But this man...he didn't make it easy, he was likeable! Someone he wouldn't mind having around, a lot harder to annihilate than all those oh so familiar assholes. But the voices didn't like when he had these thoughts and leaving the house only dulled them so much.
"Johnny boy, the wall needs to be wet!"
"Oh Johnny, there's no harm in letting it flake a little bit."
It was hard to ignore, no not just ignore, but to decide what to do on his own. Uninfluenced. Could that even happen? Was he ever alone in his mind to just think himself? He couldn't even remember what it was like to be himself. He just didn't know.
But Johnny did know that Edgar was nice! He was a genuinely pleasant human being. He didn't even think that could exist. But they did and there was one bound in a stabby death machine in his house. That didn't seem right.
Edgar's blood didn't deserve to be on that wall full of degenerate bastard waste. It was as simple as that. Edgar was pure and kind, so unlike all the others. He didn't belong here, so he had to go. Simple as that.
It was a revelation. A huge leap. Nny wasn't sure if this was good or not, but he was pleased that he had made this conclusion against killing Edgar on his own and that the doughboys might not be happy about it. Heehee.
With freezy in hand Nny headed back to his house, but not before collecting a considerable douche for torture. As Johnny got closer to facing Edgar, all his previous revelations seemed to get muddled and grey. Like static.
"Don't forget Nny! The decision, your decision!" Johnny blinked and shook his head. No, he wasn't going to forget! It was his! HIS!
"Johnny! What are you doing? Shred this fucker and feed the wall!"
"No! What does it matter anyway, I got someone else who can paint the wall just fine!"
"Because you're supposed to be doing what the hell I say!"
"Not anymore." And with that Johnny walking into Edgar's room and approached him as he babbled into the nothingness.
From where Edgar was hanging, he couldn't quite make out Johnny's exact expression, but it looked brooding. Maybe he was going to kill him after all. He hung his head and shakily sighed. Waiting for Nny to flip that menacing switch on the wall.
He heard a click...
and found his feet to suddenly be free. Johnny was undoing his restraints. Next he got his hands back, which immediately went to his raw throat. Being held only by two thick straps pulling his torso in opposite directions was definitely not as comfortable as it sounded. Edgar clenched his teeth and did his best to relieve the pressure by gripping his swaying arm restraints above him. Not easy for the scrawny man.
Johnny walked over to a small hand wheel and quickly spun it counter clockwise, slowly lowering his prisoner to the ground. Soon enough Edgar was loose and falling to the wooden floor with a thud.
"Oof!" He hissed through his teeth at his bruised sensitive flesh, arching his back in pain. Johnny coolly looked down at his writhing form and couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, or maybe that was the freezy? Edgar looked up from his place on the floor and smiled at Nny.
"Thank you. I really appreciate it Nny." There was a flash of surprise across Johnny's features. He handed Edgar's fallen glasses back to him and was thankful he was without them.
Johnny stood silently at his front door, ready to watch Edgar flee down his street, yet he turned back at him, a pleasant smile on his lips.
"Nny, can I come back sometime?" Johnny stood in shock, the man he had almost killed and left painfully strung up for over an hour wanted more? Of him?
"Uh, why?" He squeaked.
"Well, we're like best friends still right? I mean you said, and I'm not dead. So maybe we could hang out and not be so alone?" Johnny looked like everything Edgar said was complete gibberish. Maybe it was, maybe it was totally stupid to say to a homicidal maniac like Johnny, but Edgar had to try. Try to make it so neither of them were so lonely again.
