So now we're on the second chapter, this is from Nny's point of view because I like to vary! I hope I fit his personality as best as I could.
JOHNNY'S
I stared down at the cracked skull in my hands. "It's a shame, really," I said to it. "I had something special planned for you. But I had to go. I hope you can forgive me." I threw the skull down on the floor and kicked it to the wall to make space for me to walk. My house was disgusting, like some sort of messed up graveyeard. Minus the graves, of course. I really didn't want to clear up this mess, but it had to be done if I was going to continue doing what I was doing. Walking through the maggot-infested hallways down into the basement levels had somehow calmed me down, because I didn't feel even a hint of rage by then.
The skeletons across my house taunted me as I passed by. Especially this one right by the top of the stairs! It was LAUGHING at me! The fucking nerve! I couldn't even tell if it was a man or woman- or what it was before the seven years of being dead. Why didn't I remember?!
I took one good look around my house before walking out the front door. I DID promise Squee I'd be back, and what kind of douchebag would I be if I didn't keep my promise? I could clean some other time, I had all the time in the world. In my head I was scolding myself for leaving such a mess behind in the first place. I walked nextdoor and went over to the younger boy's window, to pop in just like old times. Surprisingly enough, he did seem pretty happy to see me, so I figured bringing back a blast from his past would be good for him.
I went to open the window, but found it was locked. I raised an eyebrow and tried again, but it didn't budge an inch. "I thought I told him to leave his windows unlocked..." I groaned. In one quick motion, I slammed my boot through the window, watching the glass shatter all on the floor. I hopped in and looked around. Squee wasn't there. "Squeegee?! Hello hello?!" I spun around and stopped abruptly before I got dizzy. No sign of Squee anywhere. Granted, I didn't look very well. I ran off into the hallway. Still no sign of Squee. I was getting pretty ticked off and impatient. I heard clicking noises coming from the door at the end of the hall, and curiousity got the best of me, so I went in. Opening the door ever so slightly, I peeked in.
The only thing there was my neighbor's dad. Typing away on his computer. Each click of his keyboard built up a rage in my body, I twitched a couple of times. Then I began to look around the room, not for Squee, but for anything blunt. The only thing I could find was a book and I thought "why the hell not? Try something new!" I approached the man quietly, not wanting him to turn around and waste my time, then struck the back of his head powerfully with the book. He fell to the floor with a loud BANG, blood began to pool around his narrow little head. I leaned down and made sure he still had a pulse before dropping the book on his face and walking out.
"That was pretty anticlimactic!" I spoke quietly to myself as I made my way through the hall. "SQUEE?!" Hearing no response, I walked back into his room. But this time, I looked around.
That's when I found the note on his pillow.
I picked it up, getting a tiny blood stain on the corner of it from my gloves. His writing was incredibley neat.
"Dear Nny, if you get to go away for so long, then so will I. Goodbye, Todd."
What's really bad is that the only thing I cared about was the fact he put Todd instead of Squee. I read through the note and rolled my eyes. Great. He ran away. It's a fucking dangerous world to be roaming around freely in. I know that from experience. And with his tiny build, he could get jumped within a heartbeat...or..worse. Dammit, I had to get him back FAST.
I dropped the note back on the pillow, then hopped back out of the broken window. But then I found a problem. Where the hell would he have possibly gone? He had no friends to run to besides me, and he wasn't in my house! Was he trying to leave the city? How was I supposed to find him.
I wanted to kick myself for thinking so hard instead of actually going to look for him.
I ran back to my house and got in the car, pulling out of the driveway so recklessly I'm surprised I didn't crash into a mailbox! I had to completely shut off all thoughts if I wanted to get to him.
My car didn't go nearly as fast as I wanted it to. I drove to the closest place first, the drug store. I didn't have TIME to park like I was supposed to, so my car nearly went through the front doors, causing me to get frightened looks from the employee inside. I burst through the door of my car and tried to get in, but the store was already locked. I knocked loudly on the door, but the employee shook his head and pointed to the business hours posted on the door.
"Are you serious?! This is important!" I screamed through the door.
He just pointed at the hours again.
I'm not sure why I thought Squee was in there. Maybe he had locked himself in? Actually, I'm not sure. But I was so pissed when the employee denied me acess, even when he wasn't aware my neighbor was missing. With a growl, I kicked right through the glass doors, but didn't go in.
"What the hell are you doing?!" The employee was so pale, it looked hilarious! Then, I realized he wasn't there, and shrugged. "IM A WINDOW KICKER...I GUESS!" And speedily, I went back into my car and drove off without buckling up.
I wasn't even paying attention to the road at this point, but looking down the streets to see where he went. Dammit Squee...He's lucky I care so much about him (God knows why) or else I'd just let him out in this town all by himself. Then I got to the nearest fast food chain I saw- Taco Smell. I remember Squee telling me once that he liked this place. But that was so long ago. Maybe he didn't anymore. I went inside and stomped through the front doors. He wasn't anywhere inside of the restaraunt, so I ran up to the front counter and stared down at the teen girl working. My voice was a little frantic. "Did some guy come through here? U-U'm he looks really skinny and pale- Big big eyes?"
"I haven't seen anyone like that," She popped her bubblegum right in my face, then went down to read a magazine. Impatiently, I snatched the magazine from her and tossed it over my shoulder.
"Is that the truth, or were you not even paying attention?" I snarled.
"Fuck you! Give that back!" She screeched.
"Was he here or not?! Answer me, dammit!" By now I had gotten the attention from everyone else in the restaraunt, though there weren't many this late at night.
"I'll call the manager!" She yelled back at me. I turned to the crowd.
"Mind your own business, Hear me?! GO BACK TO EATING YOUR DAMN TACOS!"
They were all pretty freaked out, so they all looked away from me. I turned my glare back to the little ignorant hussy behind the counter, who was returning a dirty look at me. I started imagining how great it'd be to slice her throat her bleed all over the floor.
But I had NO time to waste. I grabbed a couple of straws off of the counter, leaned forward and pierced them right through her skin- In her throat. She let out a deathly scream, reaching towards her neck. Luckily, I dodged the blood that sprayed forward. Very gracefully, I might add.
As I walked out the front door, I was stopped. A bulky man was in my way, glaring down at me. "Hey bub, you made my girl cry in there! She was scared of your little fucking argument with the tacogirl!"
"So?" I asked.
"You're gonna pay, freak!" He said. I went back to walking, only to hear him charge after me angrily. As quick as a cat, I stepped aside, and he ran right past me. A car driving down the street crashed right into him and ran over his unconscious body. I crossed my arms.
"I wanted to do that.." I muttered to myself. The driver was already gone before I could flip him off even. Begrudgingly, I stepped into my car and drove away.
Two kills and going nowhere, I couldn't think of any other places he could've gone.
Just then, I looked up. There, on the hill I had gone to many times, was a sillouhete of a teenage boy. Standing on the fence, looking down on the city.