Nny walked along the empty roads, his feet making almost no noise on the concrete, the sound of the wind whistling through the air his only companion.
His mind was whirring, thoughts racing wildly around his skull a mile a minute.
For once Nny thought the Reverend might be right.
It was true that he was alone, but that was the way he liked it.
People were only troublesome, and annoying. Something that he could most definitely live without; besides he couldn't stand the presence of another human being. Anyone other than Squee made him nervous and wary. He didn't trust people, humans were deceiving and spiteful. A truly disgusting and hateful race. He couldn't be bothered with such contemptible beings.
The only times he interacted with them, were the moments just before he killed them.
A small, malicious grin formed on his face, and a quiet chuckle emitted from his throat.
My, they were so much fun to play with. Maybe he'd go torture someone just to amuse himself.
No, that would not be acceptable. He only hurt someone when they deserved it. He did not murder for fun. Even though it was fun to murder. Such delightfully twisted fun…
Those thoughts stopped along with his feet, when he heard a sudden noise.
It was one he was rather familiar with, as he'd heard it coming from many of his victims as they begged and pleaded for his mercy. For him to forgive the terrible sins that they'd committed, even while knowing there was a very slim chance he'd be lenient with them.
His young friend Squee often emitted those sounds when telling Nny about how horrible his life was, and what his parents had done to make it even worse.
The maniac identified the sound of what was undoubtedly someone crying. A girl to be precise. It wasn't very loud, more like a soft sniffling than anything, despite that he could hear it clearly, and that told him that the source of the noise must be very close by.
Tracking the unknown crier down was easy enough; walking into an isolated alley he could barely make out the outline of a small girl.
When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see a bit more of her.
Her long hair covered her face, her head resting on her bent knees. She appeared to be sitting in a fetal position, and her shoulders trembled slightly, indicating that she was crying.
It was obvious that she was who Nny was looking for.
A/N: I know this isn't the greatest place to end it, but I'm afraid I've suddenly gotten a bad case of writer's block, so bear with me please. I will continue this chapter as soon as possible. That is, if I get at least one review. But I will continue it even if I don't get any reviews. I just might not post it, hehe. I know I'm mean that way. But if no one takes the time to review, why should I take the time to post a chapter? Anyway read, and review please.
