Title: Catcher in the Rye
Author: Lamia's Shadow
Rating: PG-13 to R for explicit and extreme violence, gore, and language
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Jhonen Vasquez, and everything else belongs to me. Title belongs to JD Salinger. No infringement is intended nor is any money being made - this is purely for entertainment purposes. Please don't sue me, I have no money. (So there!)
Summary: Of snow and madness...
A/N: Hello there... My first JTHM fic, so R/R and be nice! Umm, I might change this and write a couple more chapters for this, but I'm not sure...Give me your opinions.
A/N: Right, well thank you all for your lovely reviews. I got tired of everyone pointing out my inaccuracies... Please excuse my incompetence as I present this chapter again, hopefully this time with less obvious errors. A second chapter is in the works right now, and you will probably catch wind sometime this week or next, no later... I promise. cheeky grin Reviews!!! Thank you SO much!
A/N: A new name because I didn't like Lamia2, and Lamia was already taken. So here is Lamia's Shadow. I lost all the reviews in this process, so I hope that you guys will re-review, or review if you did't the first time around. Thanks a lot!
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It was cold. Not just cold, but freezing. A bone-cold wind, blowing lustily, cleansing the air and leaving behind a chilly bite. Nny loved it. He stood by his window, absolutely enchanted with the view he was presented with - his front lawn covered with endless drifts of pure, white snow.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Nny whirled around to see Nail Bunny hovering behind him, a figment of a hopeful smile on his face. Nny allowed himself a ghost of a thought of a smile in return.
"Yes it is." After a pause, "I think I'll go for a walk Nail Bunny."
And so this is how Nny found himself wandering the streets of his town, encased only in a light jacket so as to not hamper his mobility and to enjoy the cold.
This is nice. This is actually enjoyable. The world looks so clean and pure underneath a blanket of snow. Yes, snow, the stereotypical epitome of innocence. Today you show your true talent. Who would ever think that anything was capable of softening the harsh glare of this town and muting the painful stupidity of its inhabitants? But this, I can appreciate.
Nny admired how the lamplight shone on the snow, making it glow. He liked how the sound of snow falling was the only sound he heard, muting everything else save his heartbeat. Nny thought about a smile.
Yes, this is quite lovely.
Nny stood still, admiring the snowflakes as they mindlessly tumbled down into oblivion. The sheer intricacy and beauty of the snowflakes was mesmerizing, and Nny wished that they wouldn't fall so fast so that he could properly admire them.
Without realizing, Nny's wandering boots had taken him back to his own house. For a moment he could almost forget everything that lay within his house. Those four walls held so many secrets, so much pain and torture. But with the snow falling and blanketing the world with its false innocence, Nny could almost forget about it all.
Nny looked over to Squee's house and was secretly delighted to find Squee outside, vainly trying to build a snowman. Nny decided that his assistance might be appreciated.
"Hello there, Squee."
Squee spun around, and upon ascertaining the identity of the speaker, clutched the remains of Shmee closer to his little body.
"Hello, Mister Scary Neighbor Person", Squee hesitantly replied.
He's afraid of me, Nny thought. How cute. But what is this? Nny frowned when he saw Squee shaking, hands and lips blue from the cold. Apparently, his pathetic excuses for parents had thrown him out into the snow without anything resembling proper protection from the elements.
"Are you cold, Squee?"
Squee swallowed hard. "If I am, will you kill me?"
Nny was amused. "No Squee. I am in a very good mood today. The day is beautiful and no one is about. I think I will give you my jacket so you will be warm."
Squee looked suspicious, but relaxed when Nny really did take off his jacket and draped it around him. Squee smiled.
"I am making a snowman, Mr. Scary Man Next Door. Would you like to help me?"
Squee looked hopeful. Probably trying to please me so I won't kill him. But why would I? Though I hate to admit this, I believe that I am fond of the boy. He is still innocent and good, and desperately craves love and acceptance. He should know these things - I do not want him to turn out like me.
Nny discontinued that train of thought. "I will help you Squee. You are a very good Squee."
The smile that Squee had on his face was endearing, and Nny liked the idea that his acceptance of Squee's offer to help him build a snowman might have been the cause of it.
And so Nny started to help Squee build a snowman. This was how they found them.
"Well look what we have here. It's the freak, playing with a runt."
Nny tensed upon hearing those words. Up until this point, his day had consisted of quiet thoughts and reflections on the world, the sight and silent sound of falling snow, his conversation with Squee, and the subsequent construction of a snowman. Before he could turn around, a hard, round, snowy projectile made its presence known to Nny by rudely smacking him in the head. The result was a burst of cackles, crude and loud, like hyenas.
Nny turned around. In front of him stood three guys. He did not want to stereotype them as they did to him and call them Jocks, but there was no other description for this particular group of boys.
"Ooh, what's a matter, freak, cat got your tongue? Are you too much of a freak to talk?" This elicited another burst of hysterical giggles.
Nny was getting mad. His hands tightened into fists. He clenched his jaw. His eyes darkened and lowered.
"This day has been a very nice day. Until you three came along, my companion and I were minding our own affairs and building a snowman. The satisfaction of this day may still be salvageable if you three leave without incident, NOW." Too late Nny realized the three would understand only about five words of what he had just said.
"Heh, heh, I think the freak's asking to have its ass kicked. What do you think, guys?"
"Yeah, a good ass kicking. Only freaks talk like that. You must be a freak."
"Yeah, and what's with that hair and those boots, freak? What are you, a freak or something, freak?"
Laughter, then they began to converge on Nny.
Nny clenched his jaw, his nails dug into his palm. He wanted to say that he tried. After all, it had been such a nice day...
"I must ask you once again to leave me and my companion in peace. We would like to go about our business, free from your presence and your small, ignorant minds, and if you do not leave us alone, I will not be held responsible for whatever ensues." They were really ticking him off.
The three stopped, confused. "What did he say?"
"I don't know, but I think he just insulted us."
"Let's kick the freak's ass!" "Yeah!"
Nny sighed. He turned and said, "Squee, close your eyes." As he turned back to the three Jocks, the first boy lunged and tackled him to the snowy ground.
Nny rolled away from his tackler and stood up.
"HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY DAY!!!" He kicked his tackler who was still lying on the ground. Bright red blood spurted from his nose as he lost consciousness.
"Do you know how hard it is to find even this faint figment of contentment!?! DO YOU!?!"
In a flash, a knife was in Nny's hand, then in the second boy's thigh. He screamed as he went down, joining the first boy on the ground, staining the snow even further with their red, red blood. Then Nny set his sight on the third boy, who was by now cowering by the lamppost.
"You immature, ignorant, primordial morons! You are the bane of society, the embarrassment of mankind! Your continued existence perplexes me! Why haven't you accidentally killed yourselves yet!?!"
"Hey man, you're even more of a freak than I thought!"
Nny felt the calm coming on, the one that helped him weather the storm.
"YOU FUCK!!! DO YOU EVER CONSIDER THE RAMIFICATIONS OF YOUR EXISTENCE!?! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF STUPID SHIT!!!"
Nny grabbed Squee's mailbox and proceeded to try to stuff the third boy's head into it. The result was the third boy's matter slowly staining the snow on the street. Some of it splattered on Nny as he stood over the boy, ruthlessly and methodically plummeting the mailbox repeatedly onto the boy's head.
"YOU ABOMINATION OF INTELLIGENCE!!! YOU SICKEN ME!!!"
And with that, Nny dropped the mailbox on the boy and turned to the first and second boys. Their blood was now slowly ebbing into the snow, staining it a bright crimson. It looked very pretty in the snow. Squee quietly whimpered as he held Shmee in front of his eyes. Only one boy was conscious, the one with the knife in his thigh. Nny kicked the other boy's head hard, prolonging his unconsciousness. He then turned to the boy with the knife in his thigh.
"Hey man, I'm sorry. It's just that you're such a freak and I wanted to beat you up because you look so faggoty that I was sure I could take you. C'mon, no hard feelings. Let me go."
Nny watched the boy sob, snot running down his face as he pleaded for his life.
This is the excrement of the Earth. The sickness that plagues humanity. This thing with a mind too small to look beyond girls, beer, cars, and football. This weak person, this bug. He had been having such a nice day until he came along. Nny bent down, coming face to face with the sniveling scum on the snowy ground.
"And why should I let you continue your miserable existence you pathetic thing? Your only function is to pick on people who are different from you. Why should I let you live? Tell me, why?"
The boy shuddered. Nny's voice was calm, quiet, slightly amused even.
"You gotta man. I have a girlfriend, and I haven't boned her yet. If you kill me, then I never will."
Nny's face twisted into a grimace of rage and disgust. "YOU SICKEN ME!" Nny yelled. "Dig a hole for me to dump your body in, you filth!"
Sobbing and complaining about the knife in his thigh, the boy began scooping out handfuls of snow with his hands. Nny watched and stopped him after a while.
"Now, for your eloquent words..." Nny viciously pulled out the knife. The boy howled in protest, clutching his leg. Without a moment's notice, Nny hacked off the leg.
"Oh my god! You FREAK!!! Lookit what you've done!!!"
Nny only smiled and chopped off the other leg. The boy screamed, and continued screaming as Nny chopped off his two arms. He finally stopped when Nny decapitated him. Covered in blood, Nny took the body parts to the snowman he and Squee had been building and put the limbs in their appropriate places. He stuck them in deep to make sure they would stay, putting on the head last. "Look at the snowman, Squee" Nny said before he turned to the last boy, who was still out. Nny went to the lamppost and unwrapped the fake wire garland that served as a cheap acknowledgement of the coming holidays and went back to the boy. He then quickly and efficiently wound the garland around the boy, wrapping him up tight so he could not move. Nny finished just as the boy regained consciousness. Nny grinned that manic grin of his.
"I've always wanted to do this. I suppose you can help." And with that, Nny dragged the boy into the hole the second boy had dug and put him in there, face down. The boy struggled against the garland as Nny started piling the snow on top of him, taking care not to cover the head. He wanted to see what would happen.
The boy struggled, but to no avail. Nny had tied him too tight. The air was filled with the sound of the gasping chokes of his last moments as Nny stood above him, fascinated, watching the boy slowly asphyxiate from the frost and ice that was forming around his nose, cutting him off from the oxygen rich snow. He was soon dead.
Nny sighed. His day was ruined. The light that looked so nice on the snow now made the snow look like it had been urinated on. The blood on the snow was very pretty, but Nny was too upset to care. He began to become irritated at how he couldn't appreciate the falling snow. All the snowflakes were mindlessly tumbling down into destruction, melting before Nny could begin to appreciate its beauty. And though he didn't feel it then, Nny became consciously aware of just how cold it was.
Squee whimpered when he uncovered his eyes. The noise startled Nny out of his depressive haze.
"Oh, hey there, Squee. Sorry you had to witness that. Anyways, I'm going home. My day has been ruined. I finished the snowman for you. Good night."
Squee had nothing to say. Nny turned and left, tears coming to his eyes as he thought about his loss. The old feeling was rushing to him again, engulfing him in its apathetic arms, smothering away any figment of contentment he might have created this day. The nothingness he felt was vast and lonely. The tears froze to his face before they could tumble mindlessly to the snow below, making Nny colder than he already was. Angry and depressed, Nny returned home.
TBC...
Author: Lamia's Shadow
Rating: PG-13 to R for explicit and extreme violence, gore, and language
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Jhonen Vasquez, and everything else belongs to me. Title belongs to JD Salinger. No infringement is intended nor is any money being made - this is purely for entertainment purposes. Please don't sue me, I have no money. (So there!)
Summary: Of snow and madness...
A/N: Hello there... My first JTHM fic, so R/R and be nice! Umm, I might change this and write a couple more chapters for this, but I'm not sure...Give me your opinions.
A/N: Right, well thank you all for your lovely reviews. I got tired of everyone pointing out my inaccuracies... Please excuse my incompetence as I present this chapter again, hopefully this time with less obvious errors. A second chapter is in the works right now, and you will probably catch wind sometime this week or next, no later... I promise. cheeky grin Reviews!!! Thank you SO much!
A/N: A new name because I didn't like Lamia2, and Lamia was already taken. So here is Lamia's Shadow. I lost all the reviews in this process, so I hope that you guys will re-review, or review if you did't the first time around. Thanks a lot!
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It was cold. Not just cold, but freezing. A bone-cold wind, blowing lustily, cleansing the air and leaving behind a chilly bite. Nny loved it. He stood by his window, absolutely enchanted with the view he was presented with - his front lawn covered with endless drifts of pure, white snow.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Nny whirled around to see Nail Bunny hovering behind him, a figment of a hopeful smile on his face. Nny allowed himself a ghost of a thought of a smile in return.
"Yes it is." After a pause, "I think I'll go for a walk Nail Bunny."
And so this is how Nny found himself wandering the streets of his town, encased only in a light jacket so as to not hamper his mobility and to enjoy the cold.
This is nice. This is actually enjoyable. The world looks so clean and pure underneath a blanket of snow. Yes, snow, the stereotypical epitome of innocence. Today you show your true talent. Who would ever think that anything was capable of softening the harsh glare of this town and muting the painful stupidity of its inhabitants? But this, I can appreciate.
Nny admired how the lamplight shone on the snow, making it glow. He liked how the sound of snow falling was the only sound he heard, muting everything else save his heartbeat. Nny thought about a smile.
Yes, this is quite lovely.
Nny stood still, admiring the snowflakes as they mindlessly tumbled down into oblivion. The sheer intricacy and beauty of the snowflakes was mesmerizing, and Nny wished that they wouldn't fall so fast so that he could properly admire them.
Without realizing, Nny's wandering boots had taken him back to his own house. For a moment he could almost forget everything that lay within his house. Those four walls held so many secrets, so much pain and torture. But with the snow falling and blanketing the world with its false innocence, Nny could almost forget about it all.
Nny looked over to Squee's house and was secretly delighted to find Squee outside, vainly trying to build a snowman. Nny decided that his assistance might be appreciated.
"Hello there, Squee."
Squee spun around, and upon ascertaining the identity of the speaker, clutched the remains of Shmee closer to his little body.
"Hello, Mister Scary Neighbor Person", Squee hesitantly replied.
He's afraid of me, Nny thought. How cute. But what is this? Nny frowned when he saw Squee shaking, hands and lips blue from the cold. Apparently, his pathetic excuses for parents had thrown him out into the snow without anything resembling proper protection from the elements.
"Are you cold, Squee?"
Squee swallowed hard. "If I am, will you kill me?"
Nny was amused. "No Squee. I am in a very good mood today. The day is beautiful and no one is about. I think I will give you my jacket so you will be warm."
Squee looked suspicious, but relaxed when Nny really did take off his jacket and draped it around him. Squee smiled.
"I am making a snowman, Mr. Scary Man Next Door. Would you like to help me?"
Squee looked hopeful. Probably trying to please me so I won't kill him. But why would I? Though I hate to admit this, I believe that I am fond of the boy. He is still innocent and good, and desperately craves love and acceptance. He should know these things - I do not want him to turn out like me.
Nny discontinued that train of thought. "I will help you Squee. You are a very good Squee."
The smile that Squee had on his face was endearing, and Nny liked the idea that his acceptance of Squee's offer to help him build a snowman might have been the cause of it.
And so Nny started to help Squee build a snowman. This was how they found them.
"Well look what we have here. It's the freak, playing with a runt."
Nny tensed upon hearing those words. Up until this point, his day had consisted of quiet thoughts and reflections on the world, the sight and silent sound of falling snow, his conversation with Squee, and the subsequent construction of a snowman. Before he could turn around, a hard, round, snowy projectile made its presence known to Nny by rudely smacking him in the head. The result was a burst of cackles, crude and loud, like hyenas.
Nny turned around. In front of him stood three guys. He did not want to stereotype them as they did to him and call them Jocks, but there was no other description for this particular group of boys.
"Ooh, what's a matter, freak, cat got your tongue? Are you too much of a freak to talk?" This elicited another burst of hysterical giggles.
Nny was getting mad. His hands tightened into fists. He clenched his jaw. His eyes darkened and lowered.
"This day has been a very nice day. Until you three came along, my companion and I were minding our own affairs and building a snowman. The satisfaction of this day may still be salvageable if you three leave without incident, NOW." Too late Nny realized the three would understand only about five words of what he had just said.
"Heh, heh, I think the freak's asking to have its ass kicked. What do you think, guys?"
"Yeah, a good ass kicking. Only freaks talk like that. You must be a freak."
"Yeah, and what's with that hair and those boots, freak? What are you, a freak or something, freak?"
Laughter, then they began to converge on Nny.
Nny clenched his jaw, his nails dug into his palm. He wanted to say that he tried. After all, it had been such a nice day...
"I must ask you once again to leave me and my companion in peace. We would like to go about our business, free from your presence and your small, ignorant minds, and if you do not leave us alone, I will not be held responsible for whatever ensues." They were really ticking him off.
The three stopped, confused. "What did he say?"
"I don't know, but I think he just insulted us."
"Let's kick the freak's ass!" "Yeah!"
Nny sighed. He turned and said, "Squee, close your eyes." As he turned back to the three Jocks, the first boy lunged and tackled him to the snowy ground.
Nny rolled away from his tackler and stood up.
"HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY DAY!!!" He kicked his tackler who was still lying on the ground. Bright red blood spurted from his nose as he lost consciousness.
"Do you know how hard it is to find even this faint figment of contentment!?! DO YOU!?!"
In a flash, a knife was in Nny's hand, then in the second boy's thigh. He screamed as he went down, joining the first boy on the ground, staining the snow even further with their red, red blood. Then Nny set his sight on the third boy, who was by now cowering by the lamppost.
"You immature, ignorant, primordial morons! You are the bane of society, the embarrassment of mankind! Your continued existence perplexes me! Why haven't you accidentally killed yourselves yet!?!"
"Hey man, you're even more of a freak than I thought!"
Nny felt the calm coming on, the one that helped him weather the storm.
"YOU FUCK!!! DO YOU EVER CONSIDER THE RAMIFICATIONS OF YOUR EXISTENCE!?! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF STUPID SHIT!!!"
Nny grabbed Squee's mailbox and proceeded to try to stuff the third boy's head into it. The result was the third boy's matter slowly staining the snow on the street. Some of it splattered on Nny as he stood over the boy, ruthlessly and methodically plummeting the mailbox repeatedly onto the boy's head.
"YOU ABOMINATION OF INTELLIGENCE!!! YOU SICKEN ME!!!"
And with that, Nny dropped the mailbox on the boy and turned to the first and second boys. Their blood was now slowly ebbing into the snow, staining it a bright crimson. It looked very pretty in the snow. Squee quietly whimpered as he held Shmee in front of his eyes. Only one boy was conscious, the one with the knife in his thigh. Nny kicked the other boy's head hard, prolonging his unconsciousness. He then turned to the boy with the knife in his thigh.
"Hey man, I'm sorry. It's just that you're such a freak and I wanted to beat you up because you look so faggoty that I was sure I could take you. C'mon, no hard feelings. Let me go."
Nny watched the boy sob, snot running down his face as he pleaded for his life.
This is the excrement of the Earth. The sickness that plagues humanity. This thing with a mind too small to look beyond girls, beer, cars, and football. This weak person, this bug. He had been having such a nice day until he came along. Nny bent down, coming face to face with the sniveling scum on the snowy ground.
"And why should I let you continue your miserable existence you pathetic thing? Your only function is to pick on people who are different from you. Why should I let you live? Tell me, why?"
The boy shuddered. Nny's voice was calm, quiet, slightly amused even.
"You gotta man. I have a girlfriend, and I haven't boned her yet. If you kill me, then I never will."
Nny's face twisted into a grimace of rage and disgust. "YOU SICKEN ME!" Nny yelled. "Dig a hole for me to dump your body in, you filth!"
Sobbing and complaining about the knife in his thigh, the boy began scooping out handfuls of snow with his hands. Nny watched and stopped him after a while.
"Now, for your eloquent words..." Nny viciously pulled out the knife. The boy howled in protest, clutching his leg. Without a moment's notice, Nny hacked off the leg.
"Oh my god! You FREAK!!! Lookit what you've done!!!"
Nny only smiled and chopped off the other leg. The boy screamed, and continued screaming as Nny chopped off his two arms. He finally stopped when Nny decapitated him. Covered in blood, Nny took the body parts to the snowman he and Squee had been building and put the limbs in their appropriate places. He stuck them in deep to make sure they would stay, putting on the head last. "Look at the snowman, Squee" Nny said before he turned to the last boy, who was still out. Nny went to the lamppost and unwrapped the fake wire garland that served as a cheap acknowledgement of the coming holidays and went back to the boy. He then quickly and efficiently wound the garland around the boy, wrapping him up tight so he could not move. Nny finished just as the boy regained consciousness. Nny grinned that manic grin of his.
"I've always wanted to do this. I suppose you can help." And with that, Nny dragged the boy into the hole the second boy had dug and put him in there, face down. The boy struggled against the garland as Nny started piling the snow on top of him, taking care not to cover the head. He wanted to see what would happen.
The boy struggled, but to no avail. Nny had tied him too tight. The air was filled with the sound of the gasping chokes of his last moments as Nny stood above him, fascinated, watching the boy slowly asphyxiate from the frost and ice that was forming around his nose, cutting him off from the oxygen rich snow. He was soon dead.
Nny sighed. His day was ruined. The light that looked so nice on the snow now made the snow look like it had been urinated on. The blood on the snow was very pretty, but Nny was too upset to care. He began to become irritated at how he couldn't appreciate the falling snow. All the snowflakes were mindlessly tumbling down into destruction, melting before Nny could begin to appreciate its beauty. And though he didn't feel it then, Nny became consciously aware of just how cold it was.
Squee whimpered when he uncovered his eyes. The noise startled Nny out of his depressive haze.
"Oh, hey there, Squee. Sorry you had to witness that. Anyways, I'm going home. My day has been ruined. I finished the snowman for you. Good night."
Squee had nothing to say. Nny turned and left, tears coming to his eyes as he thought about his loss. The old feeling was rushing to him again, engulfing him in its apathetic arms, smothering away any figment of contentment he might have created this day. The nothingness he felt was vast and lonely. The tears froze to his face before they could tumble mindlessly to the snow below, making Nny colder than he already was. Angry and depressed, Nny returned home.
TBC...