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A/N: Well, here's the next chapter, although I only got one review. (pouts) anyway, on with the next chappie!
John was out cold by the time the paramedics got to him.
"He might just barely make it!" One of the more sage paramedics called up the hill. "Bring the backboard!" two others complied, and John was in the ambulance before his body could fully go into shock.
"He's starting to seize!" one of them called to the driver, "Hurry!"
It was another thirty minutes until they reached memorial.
John made it, but just barely. The next morning, Dr. Gordon once again greeted him.
"Well, you're to still be with us Mr. Kramer."
"On whose opinion?" John asked, his voice week but harsh, he had heard rumors about him when the nurses were checking his vitals and didn't know that he wasn't awake.
"On about everyone who saved your ass last night, what happened? It was all over the news." He gestured to the TV, which still displayed the accident, his totaled car.
"I…ran…off of the road." he replied laboursly, his voice irritable. "I couldn't control the car…"
Gordon waved a hand, a signal to show that he had heard enough for the time being. "Ok, we know it was an accident, but you'll need to stay here for a few more days, then go home, and stay there for another week or so before you try and go to go driving again." John nodded, and later that day was released.
He got into his front door warily, promising Zepp that he would check in with the not so good doctor later that week.
Looking to the scattered plans for Billy, a plan started to form in his mind, but it started with the finishing of the small puppet, so no one will know what hit them.
It took John only two days to finish the body of his small friend, but the face was going to be an entirely different matter. He studied the plans, but sense he was going to be used in part of his plans, he needed to look a little more… sinister, he decided. So instead of having just his pupil and a small ring around his eye red, he made the rest of his eyes red, the dots on his cheeks turning to swirls that looked like dried blood. The white had turned a sickly shade of tan, and John felt something dark growing inside of him. This other darker side of him wanted to take over, and it both frightened and fascinated him at the same time. This darker part of himself told him what he had been thinking on for the last few days, even in his last trip to the hospital; that people had to either cherish their lives, or lose them entirely. And in a short while, his task would begin, but how to start?
Letting Billy's face dry over the next few days, John was down in his workshop, looking for inspiration. He had already decided that that Amanda was going to be his first victim, and that all he knew was that she had been addicted to drugs, mostly by needle, but by mouth also…. That's when he spotted an old bear trap that used to be his grandfather's on the wall of his workshop, and he got a sudden inspiration, an looked to find any spare graph paper that he could find, and set to work.
If only Amanda knew what was coming to her. She stepped out of her god-awful apartment the day after she got out of the hospital, already needing to go to work to get to her next fix. She didn't like where she worked, but it helped buy the crack and heroin, literally.
Smoothing down her faded black skirt and skimpy red blouse, she headed down the street to the Club that she worked at, Uncle Larry's. The proprietor, who everyone called Uncle Larry, had hired her on just because she still looked young enough to be underage, but old enough that he wouldn't get arrested if any of them showed up on duty. Walking in, her eyes instantly adjusted to the darkness, at least she wasn't going to be on stage tonight, that was her friend Alicia on tonight. Amanda shook her head, pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she was the only one that noticed the older man in faded jeans and a zip hoodie, but he was one of those who could still pull off that look. She guessed him to be in his early to mid fifties, when she sauntered over to take his order. Little did she know that she was going to bee seeing more of this man that she cared to.
"You want anything?" she asked, turning to the bar.
"A beer." His voice was wispy, it was clear that he wasn't here to see the show that was just about to start behind him, the other patrons drifting in that general direction, Alicia walked out, and they started to cheer and whistle.
Amanda rolled her eyes, and John picked up on her mood, he knew that she was wishing for those drugs right about now….but he knew that she was going to be cured of that tonight….or die trying. To hell with therapy, this was the instant quick fix that anyone needed for any kind of addiction. The darker side let out a small laugh, and she glanced at him warily, but said nothing more. Watching her out of the corner of her eye, he turned to see if her friend was also going to serve as a worthy candidate. Glancing one more time at Amanda, John left a tip for her, and went outside to wait.
Mak: I really want another 3-5 for this one! HIt the button guys, I know you can do it!