Okay, here is where it will hopefully start making a little bit more sense. Well, I hope so. This will hopefully explain why Devi forgave him so quickly. Maybe even make it seem more realistic. That's what I'm trying to do with this story. See if I can make it realistic for them getting toghther so fast. I think I'm doing okay so far.

Johnny C was a lot of things. But touchy-feely was not one of them. He usually hated being touched, he hated the sweltering feel of skin, he hated bodily fluids, he hated people. Very few people have been able to worm there way into his good graces. Squee had been easy, like loving your own child, some victims, like Edgar had come into his good graces from the sheer humanity. He couldn't say that he loved them, but maybe it was because there is no way to know if he even knew what love was.

Was it not love to want to be with someone? To want whatever it is needed for them? Would leaving for them not be love? If you loved someone, truly loved them, if they wanted you gone, would you not go? That's what Devi wanted, what she needed. She was in danger for as long as he felt about her the way he did, as long as he felt the way about her there would be that part of him that wanted to kill her, and then himself. To keep her with him forever.

But she didn't want that. So he had left, promising to give her his nothing. He had done it without thinking, though he hated saying those words, those words that had bound him, he couldn't wish to take them back. Because that was the only way to keep her safe. He had planned to leave, he decided before hand though to say goodbye to the two people who made his life seem worth it. For to be in there presences in a moment he would deal with the shit storm that was his life.

He had planned to break Squee out of the mental institute that he did not belong in. Squee was the most sane of anyone Johnny had ever seen, and considering the mass that he had killed, that was a lot of people. If only Squee could get rid of that damn Shmee. Once he had broken Squeegee out he would find him a good home, with loving parents. Than the young boy would not turn out like he had. The small, innocent boy deserved so much more than that.

He knew he couldn't do anything for Devi, though he wanted to. He wanted to give her the world, to see it with him. He wanted her to kill by his side and treat his wounds when he got hurt. For he would never let her get hurt. He knew this could never happen so he decided to get one last glimpse. One last glimpse to carry with him.

He knew that if he succeed that the glimpse would mean nothing. But even before hand he knew he most likely wouldn't succeed. He honestly didn't want to. He didn't want to stop feeling what he felt for her, because that would mean that he'd stop feeling alive. The zest for life was what he always felt with Devi. He once said that nothing brought out that zest like the thought of the impending doom, but honestly there was something more potent. Something that gave him a bigger rush. Devi.

He had truly only thought he would just look. Just one quick glance and he'd be gone before anyone had known he was there. It wasn't hurting anyone, save for himself, so what was the problem? He should have known that it would blow up in his face. When he saw her he had turned to leave...and he had gotten as far as three steps. He couldn't leave with just that, take as much as luck was willing to give him, because he'd never see her again. Like the junkie taking there last hit, they'd lick the bag clean before they admitted the dope was all gone.

So he had watched outside her window. And the next day he watched again. Day after day. He didn't even know how long. He promised himself that he'd save Squee soon, once Devi was on the phone with either Tenna or her father he'd scout around the asylum. He found the entire schedule which made the easy break out possible.

He swore to himself if she ever caught him he'd run and hope she thought she just saw him, a trick of the light. But instead she had seen him and he had begged her to give him a second chance.

And she had.

It seemed so strange, she had done it without even thinking. Or had she? Had she spent as much time thinking about him as he spent thinking about her? Had she felt the need for his touch? Was there still a bit of love buried underneath the fear? Devi was trying, something inside of her was making her try. Whatever part of her that was, he would do his best to make sure that it didn't regret it. The part of her, it must be fighting like hell against the part of her that hated him, hated what he did.

Nny very gently wrapped his arms around the purple headed girl. She felt so small, so fragile in his arms, but he knew that it wasn't the case-she was strong. If she wished she could kill him with her bear fist. But she didn't, she gently held him close, holding his head to her chest allowing him to hear the measured beating of her heart, it was a little bit faster than what he'd say was normal but so was his. One of her arms was around his back, the other around his neck, his were around her waist. She was such an enigma. Strong, yet nurturing. Different, yet the same. Paranoid, yet peaceful. She was part of the world that rejected him and part of his own. She was both and yet neither. She had beat the Headvoices that plagued him. She had bested the Moose. She was Devi D.

Nny was in the arms of someone amazing. He was in the arms of an angel. An angel was not meant to hold a demon, they were meant to fly high hugging the saints and singing sweetly. Not down on this hell we know as Earth holding a demon. He knew he should let her go free but he couldn't. She couldn't be real, she must be a dream, a beautiful dream. If she was, he wouldn't mind sleeping.

What is love, did he love her? That question bothered the maniac much more than it should have. Devi deserved no less than to be loved. He knew that her loving him was all but out of the question but he still knew that she deserved to be loved. She was the only person to truly see him as a person, Squee had to but the young boy was so innocent he had felt that about anyone.

Johnny's madness, the sickness inside of himself, the disease. It did weird things to him, it was like he was inside a bubble, anyone who could be kind enough to feel sorry for him or feel compassion were unable to see him. The ones that could see him were already imprinted with the prejudice and hatred that the world had instilled in them. And yet Devi had seen him, she had seen him and yet her eyes had lacked the hatred and anger that the world should have placed in her.

What had happened to her to make her so different?

Devi D sighed gently. She had never felt so safe and warm. Before there date Devi had known Nny for three months, there encounters always happened on opposite sides of the counter. In that space of time they had discussed everything imaginable, no topic was off limits to them. They discussed religion, politics, crime, good, evil, pop culture, underground, the state of humanity, and the universe. Even when they disagreed they were able to give good points for there case. It was rare that one would change the mind of the other but they could always agree that the other had a good point.

Devi had slowly grown feelings for him. It started with thinking he was cute the first time he walked into the book store she was working at, and it had grown form there. He was sweet, he never called her 'babe' or spoke to her lowly. He was a gentleman. He would talk to her and liked her for her mind, what more could a girl want?

It was after one of there talks that Devi began to worry about her friend. They had been talking during the low tide of the store, from four to five which almost never saw a customer in. Johnny always came this time so there were less chances of there conversations being interrupted by customers. They had been talking and the conversation had gotten to the topic of suicide. His answer, it frightened her. He had said that if someone truly wanted to die they should be allowed to. He had said that suicidal people had lost the thing worth living for and they couldn't find a new one. He said that death would just be blissful sleep and that it would be like a mercy killing. Allow them to make the pain stop.

It was that day Devi gave him her number. She told him to call any time he wanted no matter what time it was that she'd pick up. She worried if he had lost his reason.

He'd call every night at four in the morning. She never minded. Waking up to hear his voice was...nice. She couldn't explain why, she had never been in love and didn't really believe in soul mates or that perfect person other girls spend there life dreaming of. But with Johnny...she started to rethink those assumptions.

The phone talks were different, they were almost like stolen kisses. They'd repeat poetry they had read to each other and song verses. They would talk about love, what it should feel like. They were different people than, when it was dark and they were in separate rooms only connected by a wire, they were lovers than. And later when Nny would walk into Dragon Books they would never bring the telephone call up, that was there secret.

Than, about a month later, Devi asked Johnny out. It had scared her to do it, she would sit up after his calls to wonder if she should do it. She knew it was taking a huge chance, none of her dates ever worked out and if this one didn't than she'd lose him. She was beganing to think she might be in love with him. She had never had a good first date in her life, perhaps there was a reason, perhaps she wasn't meant to have love in her life. But how would she know if she didn't try? She decided that she'd rather take the chance of it not working out than to regret never finding out years later.

That was easier said than done.

Every time Johnny was about to leave the book store Devi would open her mouth to say something. No sound came out, he left without even realizing. This went on for a week. Than on the day Devi decided it was do or die, if she didn't ask him out today she'd give up trying. Johnny did something unexpected.

At the time he would leave that he always said "See you around." and walk out the door he didn't say it. It was silent between them and Johnny would keep peaking at her before looking down at the floor and he was blushing deeply. He then stuttered out seven simple words. But they were music. "Devi...would you..go out...with...m-me?"

The date had been beautiful. On top of a hill watching the stars and the city. It had been perfect, so beautifully perfect. Why hadn't they done this sooner? All of her concerns seemed silly now. That was until they got back to his house. Than all hell had broken loose. He had weld knives at her. It had stabbed her even if his knives never touched her. He had wanted to hurt her. She had left.

And had been infected.

Sickness had been hell to get rid of. Especially since she'd keep bringing up Johnny. Ever time it felt like the pain was getting to be less and the wound in her heart was scabbing over Sickness used her claw-like hands to ruthlessly pull it away. Again and again and again. Until Devi woke up and destroyed her.

It had taken months but Devi had slowly come to wish for Johnny again. It had been slow, thinking she heard his voice one day, seeing a tall man and thinking it was him another, hearing the rain and thinking of his boots, losing herself in painting and finding that she had painted him. So mamy things slowly happening. Then Tenna had convinced her to give Johnny a call and she heard his voice. That was it. All bets were off. She loved him.

Going through what she had with Sickness, seeing what Johnny had gone through her opinion had changed. That was the best compliment he could give her. To him, that had been akin to a marriage proposal. He had wanted to be with her forever. It was actually very romantic once you got past the homicidal bit.

"Nny?" Devi whispered breaking the majestic silence.

"Yes?"

"If you try to kill me again I'll beat you worst than before."

"I'll sooner cut off my own hand than hurt you ever again." The maniac promised solemnly.

So hopefully it makes more sense. I really like the last line. I can't wait until we get into Devi's past! I have such plans for her since we never really get into anyone's past I am making something for her. :D

Hopefully it'll remain slightly in charater and I can't wait to see what you guys think about it.

Also, one other thing, I don't ever do this but, well. Last chapter I got absolutly no reviews, and I want to know why. It's not like I'm expecting you all to review like crazy, I just want to know if I'm doing something you guys don't like. I post this for you guys, I want to write stories you guys like reading, if they were for me I wouldn't post them. But I need to know what you want if I'm going to do that.