LAWLZ!!! New story! And this time, 'tisn't IZ!!!
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The streets were empty. No one wanted to be outside on a night like this. Rain pounded on rooftops like angry little pixies. Nny stared at the rain through his window, relaxing his mind by watching the storm. He sighed and lowered his head from the pane of glass. If only something exciting would happen...
His head snapped up. A figure appeared from the night darkness. Nny couldn't tell anything about them, only that there was a slight limp to the way they were walking. The figure stopped in the middle of the street and fell to its knees. Nny grabbed a coat. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so boring after all...
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The girl stumbled through an unknown street. She knew she was far from where she came from, but not for the life of her would she turn around and go back. The long coat she had stolen was sopping wet, and she was soaked to the bone herself. The white clothes on her body were soaked as well, but she was hidden underneath the black jacket. On her feet were nothing but socks.
Her body could no longer take the fatigue. She collapsed in the middle of the street, dehydrated and exhausted. Her poor, tortured mind was barely conscious as she felt someone pick her up and carry her. Where she was going she had no clue, but anyplace was better than outside in the rain. Everything she saw was hazy. Suddenly, she could no longer feel the rain pelting her face. The cold outside air was replaced by the warm inside of a house. She closed her eyes, feeling unconsciousness come to claim her.
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Nny carried the person into the light of his house. From what he could make out, she was a girl, an older teenager by the looks of it. Her eyes were closed, but he could see her long mane of black curls and snow white skin. She was sopping wet. Gently putting her on his couch, Nny looked for some kind of identification. On her wrist he found a hospital bracelet. It said her name was Tuesday Nikols, she was 17 years old, and that she was paranoid schizophrenic. The name of the hospital was Forest Hill Asylum. So, she was from the asylum? That meant that she couldn't be much saner than Johnny himself.
The large trench coat she was wearing was half her size. Nny slid it off of her shoulders and covered her with a blanket. What would he do with her? He had no desire to kill her, which was odd. Maybe it was just the fact that she was insane too.
She would probably need something to eat when she woke up. Nny looked about the room, grabbing a wallet from one of his earlier victims. He hoped she like tacos...
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Wake up, girl! You sleep too much!
She stirred, her eyes gently opening. This place was not familiar. "Where am I?"
I don't know. Don't get up, though.
"Why not?"
I don't know if you've noticed, but you've done nothing but walk for the past three days and you're in pretty bad shape.
"Oh." She hugged her knees to her chest. The room was dark, but not nearly as dark as the outside. The rain was still coming, harder than before. She was glad she was inside now.
What do we do now, Nemo? We're in a strange place and there's no one to be found.
"Why don't you tell me? You're the all-knowing one."
Don't take that tone with me!
"Oh, do be quiet, Emile. You tire me with your constant authority."
In case you've forgotten, it's thanks to me you're even here in the first place.
"And I said thank you."
Oh yeah, I forgot, Emile said sarcastically. Nemo snickered and shook her head. She jumped when she heard the door open. She turned around immediately to see what had caused the small commotion. A tall, skeletal looking man was in the doorway, dripping wet and holding a paper bag. He stared at her.
"Are you Tuesday?" he asked. The girl shook her head. The man gave her a puzzled look. "But, your bracelet says – "
"My name is Nemo." Nemo kept her eyes on him. Not once did she blink, hoping it her gaze would unnerve him like it did other people. He didn't so much as stutter, though.
"Nemo?" he said. She nodded. "Do you like tacos?"
"Sometimes." The man handed her the paper bag.
"I'm Johnny," he said. "Call my Nny."
She nodded, unwrapping the paper covering the taco.
I'm hungry too, you know.
"Oh be quiet, Emile, you're an entity in my mind. You don't get hungry," Nemo said mentally. Her mouth was full of food, not permitting her to speak with it.
I love you too.
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It shall soon get better! And longer. I promise you with all the capacity of my black hole of a heart!
Cheers, loves!