Disclaimey: I don't own JTHM or anything. OK? OK. And please no flames.
I've had enough flames. This takes place in my version on JTHM comic #9.
Note: Devi doesn't look like she does in any of the comics in this one. She
has chin length black hair, about the same length as in I Feel Sick. PS, if
you like fluffy & sweet stories, this isn't one for you.
Chapter One:
*/*/* Nny trudged toward the Mcbarfy's restaurant, head cast down. He was aware of the freezing wind whipping at his cheeks, but he couldn't really feel it. He was so numb.
He walked into Mcbarfy's and seeing that they had a freezy machine, he went over and poured himself a cherry doom. He went up and paid for it, and the cashier looked at him funny just like everyone else. He sat down at a table and started to slurp his freezy. As he drank, the voice of MEAT sounded in his head, "BOO!"
Nny spilled his freezy all over the table. The wave of red rushed also over his hands also. He looked down at his mess, and at the red that covered his palms. He remembered the last time he'd seen his hands red, and felt tears burn his eyes. Poor, poor Devi. He tried not to cry. But it was no use. He ran out of Mcbarfy's and leaned against the outside wall, trying to keep his tears in. He remembered yesterday, and the terrible thing that had happened.
*/*/* Nny was pretty happy that night, because of Devi giving him another chance and all. The date they went on was fun, and they both had a good time. But when they went back to Nny's house again, that was where it went wrong.
They plopped down on the sofa and talked for a while. Nny was having the best night of his life. He knew he wasn't going to mess it up this time.
"You want some tea?" Nny asked after a few minutes.
"Sure. Here, I'll get it," Devi muttered.
"No. I got it," Nny said, heading into the kitchen.
In the kitchen he started to make tea. He noticed a knife lying on the counter. He started at it for a few moments, and then shook off the familiar feeling he'd been getting and went back to getting tea. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice in head. (OK, I can't remember which Doughboy made Nny kill anymore. Sad huh? My mom forbids JTHM, so now I can only read them when she'd gone, meaning never. So bear with me here, OK? I'm gonna get to read 'em soon though, when she forgets. She forgets easy)
"Hello Nny," said the voice of Psycho Doughboy.
"Doughboy!? You're gone!" Nny said aloud.
"My form may be, but not my voice. The girl, she is back, eh? You must kill her," P.D. said.
"No! Not Devi!"
"You care for her, yes? Think of what is best for her. She wants death. Everyone wants death. Death means release from this earthly hell. Think of her, Nny. Release her. Release Devi," P.D. said.
"No! Devi doesn't want to die! She wants to live! I'm finally with her again, and you can't destroy it this time!"
"It's not destroying it, Nny. It is truly preserving it. This lovely relationship you have, it may end. But if you eradicate her now, you will see her again on the other side when you depart this life, and all will be as it is now. An eternity of bliss. Don't let the chance slip away Nny!" P.D. said.
"No!" Nny said, covering his head with his hands. He yanked at his hair in ineffective attempt to keep the voice out his head.
"Conserve the passion, Nny. Don't let it die. Release Devi."
"No!"
"You must. You will. You are insane! You will bend in whichever way I want you to. You are too lost to control your emotions, to control your actions. Kill Devi. Kill her and protect her. Don't let her get hurt in this world anymore," P.D. said in his familiar persuasive tone.
Suddenly Nny heard something.
"Hey Nny, are you in here?" Devi asked, poking her head into the room. She stared at Nny. He was shaking uncontrollably, his hand inching toward the knife that lie on the counter. "Nny? Oh no, not again," Devi said, backing up. But she stopped backing up. Nny had grabbed the knife.
"Nny? Stop. It's alright. Don't-stop it," Devi said gently, holding her hands up, shielding herself. She started forward a little, hands still held in front of her in order to stop any strike Nny might throw. He lashed out at her with the knife, cutting her palm open. She glanced at the blood coming out of it. "Nny! Calm down! It's me!" Devi muttered. She'd never suspected this would happen again.
Nny neared her, advancing. She was terrified, she was almost positive that she was going to die. Suddenly she reached out and pulled Nny into her arms in one last attempt for life. She hoped, prayed that he would realize what was going on. He did.
"Devi? Did I-sorry," Nny said, a shocked look on his face. Devi said nothing.
And then suddenly, he heard that voice, Psycho Doughboy, in his head again.
"Kill her."
"No!!!!!!" Nny screamed out loud, causing Devi to look at him in confusion.
"YES!"
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nny yelled.
But he felt the hand holding the knife raising against his will. Psycho Doughboy was controlling his actions! He tried to fight against it, but it was no use.
He heard Devi's flesh rip almost before the knife hit her. Her neck tore into a mess of scarlet. Her arms slackened around him and she fell backwards. The sight of her bleeding was enough to let Nny be able to overcome the force of Doughboy and he caught her before she hit the ground.
"Devi," he gasped in disbelief at what he had done.
"Nny why-" she choked. He tried to hold her up but she collapsed against him. He slowly lowered her and lay her gently on the floor.
"Devi! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-I-please be OK," Nny breathed.
"Why did you-" that was all she was able to get out.
"I don't know! I didn't mean to, honestly!" Nny gasped.
Devi's neck was swimming in ruby rivers. Nny put his hands to the wound, and drew them back covered in Devi's blood. He must have struck her artery, because the flow was getting more and more constant.
"I'm sorry! Please be alright! I'm so sorry," Nny wept.
"It's alright. Garg, am I bleeding?" Devi asked feebly.
"Sorry to say, you're bleeding a lot. I'm so sorry. I didn't have any control. I never meant to hurt you. Please stop bleeding, " Nny said tensely.
"I don't think I CAN stop," Devi said.
"Please be alright. Please Devi. Please don't die," Nny wept softly.
"I'm trying," Devi said, wincing in pain.
Nny covered his eyes in horror. He'd done this. He'd done something so horrible. HE was a monster. He'd cut down something he'd truly cared about. Devi was so pure, unmarked by his imperfection. In truth, to Nny, Devi WAS purity. She was everything he'd been living for since the first time her eyes met his own. The only reason he'd willed himself to keep breathing. The only thing that kept the noose away from his throat. For him, she was life and eternity. Without her, he had no life.
"Don't go. Please hold on," Nny whispered. He leaned down and kissed her briefly.
"I can't do anything about it," Devi murmured.
"Are you going to-"
"Yes."
And then when she said it he knew that it was true. She was going to die. He leaned down and held her to him.
"Please don't go."
"Sorry," Devi whispered weakly.
Nny held her close for a long time.
A many hours later her breath stopped.
"I'm sorry," Devi whispered, barely audible. And then she was silent.
"Devi?" Nny asked, tears seeming to singe his eyes.
Devi didn't' answer.
She never would.
*/*/* Nny collected himself and sniffled his tears away. He started walking for home. He'd done this to himself. Devi was dead because of him. He'd killed her. He should have stayed away. And now Psycho Doughboy was gone for good, even his voice. Why couldn't he have stayed away from Nny? He'd been happy. He'd had another chance. He'd been in bliss, and then Doughboy had showed up.
Nny dropped to his knees in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Why did you have to do this to me! I was so happy!!!!" Nny screamed, shaking his fists. Passerby stared at him as he burst into tears. He got up and started to run for home.
Johnny reached house #777 in minutes. He slammed the door behind him and slumped to the floor, sobbing. His tears were like acid in his eyes, painful and torturous because of what they were for.
Was he crying for Devi, and her death, or was he crying for his own loss of her? He missed her so much. He hadn't even missed her this much after he'd tried to kill her the first time and she'd avoided him for quite some time. And now she was gone forever.
"Nailbunny. Please talk to me. Help me," Nny shed tears as he spoke.
"You killed her," Bunny's voice echoed through the chambers of Nny's mind, and in a few moments the head of the small dead rabbit floated before him.
"yes! Devi's dead. I feel so utterly responsible, although Psycho Doughboy was currently possessing my mind. I should have tried harder to stop it. I..I loved her, Bunny. I really thought we had a possibility to make things beautiful again. I supposed we had a chance together this time. I really did. I believed I could have her back...and she wouldn't get hurt again. It was so laughable that I actually thought I wouldn't victimize anyone I actually got intimate enough with to let my affection reach out to them," Nny said, sounding disgusted with himself.
"Don't blame yourself, Nny. It was partly your fault, but not entirely. You could not stop it. As for love, it is only human to allow yourself to become personal with an member of the opposite gender. It is not something to be controlled," Bunny said.
Nny stood up and walked into his bedroom. He walked over to the bed and knelt beside it. Devi lay in it. Her neck was bandaged, though he knew she was dead. He couldn't just let her bleed. He touched her forehead gently. It was still slightly warm. She'd only died around two hours ago.
It had been midnight when he slit her, and she had died at two AM. It was now four AM. Two hours ago she'd been breathing.
"Oh Devi," Nny whispered. He could feel himself starting to cry. He stared down at her lifeless form. Her lips were still curved slightly into a smile. He couldn't understand how. Her face was so peaceful. "Hell, you're lovely, Devi. Even after your life, you're still beautiful. I love you," Nny whispered. He watched her for a few more minutes, and then he left the room.
Chapter One:
*/*/* Nny trudged toward the Mcbarfy's restaurant, head cast down. He was aware of the freezing wind whipping at his cheeks, but he couldn't really feel it. He was so numb.
He walked into Mcbarfy's and seeing that they had a freezy machine, he went over and poured himself a cherry doom. He went up and paid for it, and the cashier looked at him funny just like everyone else. He sat down at a table and started to slurp his freezy. As he drank, the voice of MEAT sounded in his head, "BOO!"
Nny spilled his freezy all over the table. The wave of red rushed also over his hands also. He looked down at his mess, and at the red that covered his palms. He remembered the last time he'd seen his hands red, and felt tears burn his eyes. Poor, poor Devi. He tried not to cry. But it was no use. He ran out of Mcbarfy's and leaned against the outside wall, trying to keep his tears in. He remembered yesterday, and the terrible thing that had happened.
*/*/* Nny was pretty happy that night, because of Devi giving him another chance and all. The date they went on was fun, and they both had a good time. But when they went back to Nny's house again, that was where it went wrong.
They plopped down on the sofa and talked for a while. Nny was having the best night of his life. He knew he wasn't going to mess it up this time.
"You want some tea?" Nny asked after a few minutes.
"Sure. Here, I'll get it," Devi muttered.
"No. I got it," Nny said, heading into the kitchen.
In the kitchen he started to make tea. He noticed a knife lying on the counter. He started at it for a few moments, and then shook off the familiar feeling he'd been getting and went back to getting tea. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice in head. (OK, I can't remember which Doughboy made Nny kill anymore. Sad huh? My mom forbids JTHM, so now I can only read them when she'd gone, meaning never. So bear with me here, OK? I'm gonna get to read 'em soon though, when she forgets. She forgets easy)
"Hello Nny," said the voice of Psycho Doughboy.
"Doughboy!? You're gone!" Nny said aloud.
"My form may be, but not my voice. The girl, she is back, eh? You must kill her," P.D. said.
"No! Not Devi!"
"You care for her, yes? Think of what is best for her. She wants death. Everyone wants death. Death means release from this earthly hell. Think of her, Nny. Release her. Release Devi," P.D. said.
"No! Devi doesn't want to die! She wants to live! I'm finally with her again, and you can't destroy it this time!"
"It's not destroying it, Nny. It is truly preserving it. This lovely relationship you have, it may end. But if you eradicate her now, you will see her again on the other side when you depart this life, and all will be as it is now. An eternity of bliss. Don't let the chance slip away Nny!" P.D. said.
"No!" Nny said, covering his head with his hands. He yanked at his hair in ineffective attempt to keep the voice out his head.
"Conserve the passion, Nny. Don't let it die. Release Devi."
"No!"
"You must. You will. You are insane! You will bend in whichever way I want you to. You are too lost to control your emotions, to control your actions. Kill Devi. Kill her and protect her. Don't let her get hurt in this world anymore," P.D. said in his familiar persuasive tone.
Suddenly Nny heard something.
"Hey Nny, are you in here?" Devi asked, poking her head into the room. She stared at Nny. He was shaking uncontrollably, his hand inching toward the knife that lie on the counter. "Nny? Oh no, not again," Devi said, backing up. But she stopped backing up. Nny had grabbed the knife.
"Nny? Stop. It's alright. Don't-stop it," Devi said gently, holding her hands up, shielding herself. She started forward a little, hands still held in front of her in order to stop any strike Nny might throw. He lashed out at her with the knife, cutting her palm open. She glanced at the blood coming out of it. "Nny! Calm down! It's me!" Devi muttered. She'd never suspected this would happen again.
Nny neared her, advancing. She was terrified, she was almost positive that she was going to die. Suddenly she reached out and pulled Nny into her arms in one last attempt for life. She hoped, prayed that he would realize what was going on. He did.
"Devi? Did I-sorry," Nny said, a shocked look on his face. Devi said nothing.
And then suddenly, he heard that voice, Psycho Doughboy, in his head again.
"Kill her."
"No!!!!!!" Nny screamed out loud, causing Devi to look at him in confusion.
"YES!"
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nny yelled.
But he felt the hand holding the knife raising against his will. Psycho Doughboy was controlling his actions! He tried to fight against it, but it was no use.
He heard Devi's flesh rip almost before the knife hit her. Her neck tore into a mess of scarlet. Her arms slackened around him and she fell backwards. The sight of her bleeding was enough to let Nny be able to overcome the force of Doughboy and he caught her before she hit the ground.
"Devi," he gasped in disbelief at what he had done.
"Nny why-" she choked. He tried to hold her up but she collapsed against him. He slowly lowered her and lay her gently on the floor.
"Devi! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-I-please be OK," Nny breathed.
"Why did you-" that was all she was able to get out.
"I don't know! I didn't mean to, honestly!" Nny gasped.
Devi's neck was swimming in ruby rivers. Nny put his hands to the wound, and drew them back covered in Devi's blood. He must have struck her artery, because the flow was getting more and more constant.
"I'm sorry! Please be alright! I'm so sorry," Nny wept.
"It's alright. Garg, am I bleeding?" Devi asked feebly.
"Sorry to say, you're bleeding a lot. I'm so sorry. I didn't have any control. I never meant to hurt you. Please stop bleeding, " Nny said tensely.
"I don't think I CAN stop," Devi said.
"Please be alright. Please Devi. Please don't die," Nny wept softly.
"I'm trying," Devi said, wincing in pain.
Nny covered his eyes in horror. He'd done this. He'd done something so horrible. HE was a monster. He'd cut down something he'd truly cared about. Devi was so pure, unmarked by his imperfection. In truth, to Nny, Devi WAS purity. She was everything he'd been living for since the first time her eyes met his own. The only reason he'd willed himself to keep breathing. The only thing that kept the noose away from his throat. For him, she was life and eternity. Without her, he had no life.
"Don't go. Please hold on," Nny whispered. He leaned down and kissed her briefly.
"I can't do anything about it," Devi murmured.
"Are you going to-"
"Yes."
And then when she said it he knew that it was true. She was going to die. He leaned down and held her to him.
"Please don't go."
"Sorry," Devi whispered weakly.
Nny held her close for a long time.
A many hours later her breath stopped.
"I'm sorry," Devi whispered, barely audible. And then she was silent.
"Devi?" Nny asked, tears seeming to singe his eyes.
Devi didn't' answer.
She never would.
*/*/* Nny collected himself and sniffled his tears away. He started walking for home. He'd done this to himself. Devi was dead because of him. He'd killed her. He should have stayed away. And now Psycho Doughboy was gone for good, even his voice. Why couldn't he have stayed away from Nny? He'd been happy. He'd had another chance. He'd been in bliss, and then Doughboy had showed up.
Nny dropped to his knees in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Why did you have to do this to me! I was so happy!!!!" Nny screamed, shaking his fists. Passerby stared at him as he burst into tears. He got up and started to run for home.
Johnny reached house #777 in minutes. He slammed the door behind him and slumped to the floor, sobbing. His tears were like acid in his eyes, painful and torturous because of what they were for.
Was he crying for Devi, and her death, or was he crying for his own loss of her? He missed her so much. He hadn't even missed her this much after he'd tried to kill her the first time and she'd avoided him for quite some time. And now she was gone forever.
"Nailbunny. Please talk to me. Help me," Nny shed tears as he spoke.
"You killed her," Bunny's voice echoed through the chambers of Nny's mind, and in a few moments the head of the small dead rabbit floated before him.
"yes! Devi's dead. I feel so utterly responsible, although Psycho Doughboy was currently possessing my mind. I should have tried harder to stop it. I..I loved her, Bunny. I really thought we had a possibility to make things beautiful again. I supposed we had a chance together this time. I really did. I believed I could have her back...and she wouldn't get hurt again. It was so laughable that I actually thought I wouldn't victimize anyone I actually got intimate enough with to let my affection reach out to them," Nny said, sounding disgusted with himself.
"Don't blame yourself, Nny. It was partly your fault, but not entirely. You could not stop it. As for love, it is only human to allow yourself to become personal with an member of the opposite gender. It is not something to be controlled," Bunny said.
Nny stood up and walked into his bedroom. He walked over to the bed and knelt beside it. Devi lay in it. Her neck was bandaged, though he knew she was dead. He couldn't just let her bleed. He touched her forehead gently. It was still slightly warm. She'd only died around two hours ago.
It had been midnight when he slit her, and she had died at two AM. It was now four AM. Two hours ago she'd been breathing.
"Oh Devi," Nny whispered. He could feel himself starting to cry. He stared down at her lifeless form. Her lips were still curved slightly into a smile. He couldn't understand how. Her face was so peaceful. "Hell, you're lovely, Devi. Even after your life, you're still beautiful. I love you," Nny whispered. He watched her for a few more minutes, and then he left the room.