Title: Locked doors

Chapter: Oneshot

Type: Drabble

Rating: R for Violence

Category: JTHM

Paring: None

Summary: Just some drabble about how Nny hates random people, and his take on God.

Offer: Created for the '12 days of Xmas fic challenge: Issued by: T.D. Against D.. Accepted.

Warning: VIOLENCE

He deepened his scream as I deepened my blade. I could hear him giving off small amounts of mental stress as he realized that he wasn't going to leave here alive.

I smiled.

He found himself a nice home on the ground, and soon enough, he was there, leaning forward as if he were only going to vomit. Then, he looked up at me, "he--eh--lp….Pl--se…" He stuttered out.

The man was a simple person. Though his first mistake was coming here on a 'search for people who want to believe in God, yet are afraid of his love.' I had laughed as I brought him into the room, and then down the hall to the stairs.

Then, I had yelled to him, "God isn't that loving!" That was when the man had begun his extremely obnoxious screaming. Well, I wasn't about to have that.

"Stop screaming…." I said to him as he had hit the floor.

He looked up at me, and then held a gasping breath in his throat, "What are you going to do to me?" He said. Though as he said it, he had stuttered.

I looked down at him, "Don't you want to visit God?"

The man gave a sniffling cry, then began to blubber everywhere, "No-No--I'm too young."

"Non-sense….No one's too young to visit God." My mind rolled over thoughts of the past, laughing a little I added to myself, "Never TOO young."

He looked up at me, and then began to search the room for something, as if there would be anything.

There was simply a lone blade though, and that was within my own reach. There would be no way for him to grab it…

He shot over to the table and grabbed it. I gave him a narrow look. Next time, I would pay a lot more attention, or at least cut their feet off.

Yeah, that would keep them in their places.

"Back off! Asshole!" He screamed at me through teary eyes. "Now…Now…I'm lea-ving…Don't follo-llow me!" He stuttered out again.

I gave him a smile. "I'm sorry, but that door is closed. And locked very, very tightly." I smiled as I walked towards him, "You didn't think that I would come down here and not take any precautions? I have the key." I let him see it, then put it back into my pocket.

His face went blank, his look became solid. This man was going to kill me for the key.

I had moved at him first, and then allowed myself to kick him.

He feel back, but still gripped the knife. He spun it forward and up. It cut through my arms, and made contact with bone.

I gave him a smile as he paused, looking at the cut he had made, and smiling a little bit.

I kicked him in the throat, then grabbed his hands. The blade was still clutched into his hand.

I twisted his hand around, and stabbed the blade through him.

That was what had happened up until now.

So, I watched as his body slid down, and then came to rest there. He had muttered a few helpless cries and then looked up.

I smiled, "I don't lock my doors…Why would I do that? Lock myself in here with someone crazy? Haha! I would never take that chance." I walked to the door and opened it.

"Say 'Hi' to God for me." I slammed it shut, this time I did lock it. In about a week, there was no way this man was going to be breathing anymore.

The end.

-11/20/08 -12:01 AM

12:15 AM

-The Lust of Killing

Warm the music,

Listen in,

Crawl to me,

And come on in.