Title: Less then Sleep
Chapter: Oneshot
Type: Drabble
Rating: M
Category: JTHM
Pairing: None
Summary: Nny can't sleep, and he finds something to do to amuse himself.
Warning: VIOLENCE. A LOT. For mature people.
Offer: Created for the 12 Days of X mas challenge. Issued by: T.D. Against D.D.D. Accepted.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"How is it that you're sleeping?" His head tilted to the man on the wall.
The man stirred, as if the shy voice had awakened him. "Huh?" The man mumbled out. It seemed the only thing that he could say.
Nny looked at him. The man had his arms nailed to each other, behind his back. He hung from barbed wire that was wrapped a few good times around his waist as well as between the remaining cracks of his arms, as if it were an ivy plant.
His mouth had been sewn shut because this man had seemed like an inquisitive person. The man had simply asked one too many questions for Nny. So the man hung from the barbed wire falling from the room's ceiling.
The man looked at Nny. He then began to open his mouth a little, as if yawning.
Nny gave him a frown, drawing out a pocket knife and twisting it in his hand.
"Let me help you." He said.
The man squirmed slightly, but found no reason to and gave in.
Nny placed his hand on the back of the man's head. Then, he drew his knife up, and began to cut the wire out that had kept the man's mouth shut. He listened as the man gave small cry's of pain.
Small blood drips fell from the cut up mouth. The man looked at Nny, almost as if to thank him. He said nothing though. He simply diverted his eyes.
Nny gave him a violently glare, "Why are you sleeping?" His voice hissed.
He watched as the man stammered for a few moments, then said more clearly, "I--it replen-ishes, the body. B-Besides, I was tired." The man gave a smile, "Don-Don't you sleep when you-you're tired?"
Nny gave the man a narrowed look, "No! It is a waste of time." Nny moved back and drew still, as if thinking to himself. "Although, I do have moments and periods of time that I black out. I eventually wake up though." He looked at the man. "Yet…You do it by choice, and at such a time like this. Are you not afraid of dieing in your sleep?"
He began again though, "I mean, don't you believe that you're or might be missing your last hours, even minutes, of your life?" His had lifted.
"No." The man said, then closed his eyes and took in a breath, "You see, there are a few different way-ss of looking at it. For one: If I-I die in m-my sleep, then I won't know, right? S-so it won't really matter."
The man took in another breath, "Secondly: I love dreaming. Do you know what those are?"
Nny shook his head in response.
"They're the images you see while your body rests. They tell stories, ideas. They tell you what you want." He exaggerated the last word. "Some people see their dreams in black and white, others see them in color." He beamed, "I see them in color."
Nny gave him a curious look while moving slowly towards him, "Then, you don't mind dieing as long as you're sleeping?"
The man seemed to frown, "I suppose if I HAVE to die, then yes. If nothing more…"
Nny walked away, "Have fun with your, 'dreams of color.'" He spat, and it seemed he was a little disappointed.
The End.
-11/30/08 7:32AM
-11/30/08 8:10AM
-TheLustofKilling
Seep into the dirty rocks,
And lick the saw dust clean.