Disclaimey: Do I really need to go into this?
PG for slight violence and some mild bloodshed.
Johnny sat straight up on the floor. He'd fallen asleep again. Third time this week. He'd been dreaming of HER again. He sighed to himself, picking up one of his knives off the floor beside him. He fingered the silver blade inattentively.
She was always on his mind. It was as though she had control of his every sense. He remembered the time about a week ago when he'd tried to kill her. She groaned at the painful memories, much more painful than the cuts and bruises he had everywhere from when she'd beat him. He'd had to go and ruin everything, hadn't he? It had started out so good.
Nny sighed again and headed down the stairs, to the lower levels of the house. A world of terror and despair. He could hear the pained screams as he headed down the steps. He glanced at the many bloodstains covering the walls. Memories. Again with the memories. Devi had fired that part of him up. Now all that he could think of was memories. He needed something else to do.
He still held the knife as he started toward the prisoner he saw hanging on the wall about ten yards in front of him. The man started to scream when he saw Johnny, who chuckled.
"Hello there," he said, raising his knife.
As the wave of fresh crimson washed over the floor, Nny was pulled back mentally to the pools of his own blood Devi had caused the week before. He smiled slightly at the thought; how strong she'd been even in the face of death. He admired her for it. And he knew he didn't deserve to see her except from afar from now on but...how he missed her..it was so strong that it was barely comprehendible. But he deserved the pain of missing her, seeing what he'd actually tried to do. But she was still there in his mind. The image he'd painted of her on the surface of his brain had not run away with her. Heck, he couldn't get her out. She was taking over, or so it seemed.
He looked down into the pool of blood, glistening in the dim basement light. He saw his reflection for a moment, and then suddenly Devi's face replaced his own. He shook he head and looked back, this time seeing only his own face. He sighed in relief. He started to think.
"Maybe I AM a dreadfully insane individual. Perhaps I should try and fight the killing a little harder," he said, but shook off the feeling of guilt he'd gotten from all the homicide quickly. That wasn't a Johnny thing to think.today. Devi's influence on him was even more clear to him here. He had been changed slightly by Devi's...well...everything. He didn't know quite what it was about her, but something about her rendered him to a different person. It was the strangest thing..
He could think of little else to do at this point. He dropped the knife onto the floor and pulled out his Die-ary and pen.
Dear Die-ary, I can't think properly. Devi changed me. I must find some way to overcome this.force or whatever it is that is seeming to turn me into an entirely different person. But somehow, I think maybe being changed is the best thing for me. After all, maybe if I CAN change, I might get a second chance...
Nny closed his Die-ary and headed slowly up the basement stairs, taking his troubled thoughts with him.
End.