A/N: Well I hope to have this chapter up very soon. Review Or I'll discontinue! I'll do it! :D
Ch. 3: The Unfortunate Understanding
The blackness retreated bringing...more darkness. Well that's stupid...but soon his eyes began to adjust to the nearly nonexistent light of the dank basement-NO-dungeon where he was currently strapped to a wall. Correction, nailed to a wall, but not in the skin, he wasn't in pain, just uncomfortable from hanging there for so long. The smell was one of the next things he was aware of, damn his sensitive Time Lord senses. The smell was that of rotting flesh, burned hair, vomit, blood, sweat, raw sewage, and death.
He hung there for hours, wondering when his captor would show his head. Soon after thinking that he heard footsteps traveling down the stairs getting progressively closer as the seconds ticked away. Soon enough, they had reached the bottom of the stairs, but it wasn't the man-Johnny-or even the woman, it was the boy. He was standing there looking happily at the Doctor holding a small tray with a bowl of something steaming and a cup. He walked closer slowly, as if he was afraid that the floor would collapse beneath his feet, and judging by the loud creaking that most certainly could be the case...
"Hello Mister alien man!" said the boy in a small, timid, yet optimistic voice. He walked up to the man and pulled a hammer out of his night shirt, then started to pry away the nails, allowing the Doctor to feel the ground beneath his feet again...sort of, as his legs had fallen asleep. As soon as he was completely free from the wall he collapsed in a heap onto the floor. Eventually regaining control of his limbs he sat up and got a closer look at the boy.
He was horrified to see that he had the distinctly waste-lock distortion surrounding him, though it wasn't as powerful as the glimpse he had caught of the other man, his Sickness was probably just feeding off the excess energy of the adults. Turning his attention away from the distortion that was steadily giving him a migraine he looked to see what kind of food he was given. It was a steaming bowl of Skettios, with a fizzy cherry-smelling soda. He had never had Skettios before and after giving them a taste found them to be rather enjoyable. he tried the soda next and found that it made the food taste even better.
"So, Mister alien man," the Doctor looked over to see the widest eyes he had ever seen in any of his eleven lives-and he had been to a planet populated by nothing but anime characters!
"Yes?" he asked kindly.
"Are you here to abduct Mister Nny and Miss Devi?" he looked like he was going to cry.
"What? No, I would never take away your mommy and daddy." Squee looked up at him when he said that, giving him a slightly confused look.
"Mister Nny and Miss Devi aren't my mommy and daddy..." He said slightly sadder then before. "My old mommy and daddy died."
"What happened to them?" The Doctor asked, worried.
"I killed them." That was a new voice. The Doctor turned his head and saw the thinnest man he had ever encountered, he was nothing but a shadowy silhouette but for some reason his eyes glowed white. It was Johnny.
"Squeegee go back up stairs and make your bed, kay?" he asked kinder then what seemed possible, considering his last comment.
Squee smiled and got to his feet. "Alright mister Nny," he said before going back up the stairs.
As soon as Squee was out of ear shot the Doctor shot Nny a look so sharp it could have torn him to shreds. "You killed his parents?!" The Doctor hissed. "Why would you orphan that poor child? Then you INFECT him?!"
"What are you talking about? Infect him with what?"
"..." Is it possible he doesn't know what he has? No, the girl knew and they live together. "He has the Sickness." He said darkly.
Johnny didn't seem to react at first. Then he got a dark contemplating look in his eyes. "Damn, well I'll keep it from destroying him, I'll work out a deal with Mr. Satan like I did for Devi...and I wont let him kill either."
The Doctor couldn't believe what he was hearing, he talked to SATAN in exchange for his girlfriend to get Sickness? "You gave your girlfriend Sickness too?" the Doctor's voice held nothing but disbelief.
Nny grimaced, "No," he paused looking him up and down. He knew about the Sickness but he doesn't have it? This deserves questioning. "The Sickness chose her. It chooses people it likes. Then it tears down our creativity until we have nothing left to express ourselves then it becomes real and proposes a solution-to kill and become insane but untouchable, or to die because of mental build-up."
"That's horrible," was all the Doctor could manage before asking another question, "You said you made a deal with the devil to help Devi?"
"Kinda, not really." He paused working out the story in his head. "What happened was the Sickness chose her but she was smart, and paranoid...the Sickness had to reveal itself earlier than normal but she killed it...well she thought she did. At the time I was on vacation trying to become void of emotion when I was approached by two children who were the children of death itself and told me that Devi would be so much worse off if she kept fighting it, so they sent me to get Sickness before the plane crashed into Devi's apartment where she left it, then I fed it blood, got it's mind twisting eyes back then returned her to Devi. Devi went insane and became a murderer like me, and we adopted Squee after getting him out of the insane asylum that his parents put him in."
"Then why mention the devil?"
"He's the one who created the Sickness. I met him once, he's not so bad. His kid is bestest-friends with Squeegee."
"You've met the devil?"
"Yeah, but he prefers to be called Senor Diablo. I met him when I died...the first time."
"Oh..." he had another question but he didn't want to aggravate the maniac, "So...why do you kill people?"
Johnny looked the doctor straight in the eyes. It was like Nny could see his whole life in just that one moment, all his choices, all his sadness, every companion and every foe, and the answer that was given sent cold shivers down the Doctor's spine and tingles up his arms. He fought hard not to visibly shiver under the gaze of the man and his answer. The answer was;
"You know why." That was the only answer he gave before turning and walking back up the stairs leaving the Doctor sitting alone and frightened in the deepest depths of the basement of murderers.
