Dirge: HEEEEY! Guess who's back on the internet right now?

ME! :D

Okay, long story short, I got grounded for dying my hair dark purple. Bad news- I couldn't get on the computer for a month and a half. Good news- My hair is dark purple. XD

Anyway, due to my prolonged absence, I owe you like 30 updates. Sigh. But I'm chock ful of ideas, and ready to go! BANG!

Anyway, I reread Johnny and Gotham and the feeling I felt was a mixture of affection, wonder and... disgust. Pure repulsion. Dear god, I wrote that? I... I... I feel like a failure. So I'll rewrite it soon. Probably after this. Or in the middle. I dunno. Hm. Well, I also realized that, even though this isn't in the Batman section anymore, it still is half-Batman. And I'm sure the (few) Batman-fans that read my story will be dissapointed if I don't add someone. But I'll warn you; It'll be Robin. I can't do anything with Batman, because I OOC too much. Sigh.

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She ran through the dark hallways, her breath coming out through her teeth in short, harsh gasps. How long had she been running now? It seemed like forever. How long had she been trapped down here, with the smell of blood, piss and sweat stinging her nose every second she took a breath? She didn't know. She hadn't seen daylight in forever, and her watch had stopped working days ago. Her stomach growled, and she stumbled, but was only down for a second before getting back up and running again.

"Where's the exit to this place?" she sobbed, tears dripping down her dirty, bloodspecked face.

"Please, darling, you shouldn't yell to the persom who you're trying to run away from." A dark figure stepped out in front of her, making her slide to a stop. "It's just not that smart."

She turned and took off running in the other direction, turning left at the first chance she got. She had always wondered why, in horror movies, the victims only ran farther into the place they were trapped. Now, of course, she knew. You became to scared to have a sense of direction.

There was a whistle of something flying through the air, and something sharp embedded itself within her vertabra. She went with a gasp to the ground, and the soft 'click-click' of steel toed boots became louder behind her. She managed to turn her head, her blue eyes dull. The boots stopped beside her, and a voice said, "Well, you shouldn't have run... I always have laughed at those people in the movies, running toward their attacker... It was fun to see it in real life." Dark hands, glowing in the moonlight, reached down and pulled her up by her shirt, chipped, painted nails digging into the fabric, and a soft feminin voice whispered, "But the funs over, sweetie. Time to go to bed."

The last thing she saw before a knife slipped her head off was those eyes... glowing green in the moonlight.

Elly woke up screaming.

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I walked unsteadily to the bathroom sink, clutching my head. What was that? Why did I have that dream? I stared at the mirror, noticing that my face was paler that usual, and that my usually bright green eyes were a dull color, like the color of dry grass. The flash of blood, gore and other things that would make a surgeon puke from the beggining of the dream came up, and I crippled and threw up in the sink. (A/N: Have to keep the rating PG13, so I couldn't add it. And yes, it would make a surgeon puke) I stared at the gunk, uncomprehending, startled that the daughter of a man who's hobby was killing- and at an R rated complex- would throw up over a dream. But that wasn't it. The thing that scared me was that the girl that was doing the killing looked eerily like... well... me.

The rest of the day went by in a daze, and I developed an awful headache. The good news was, Destiny and I didn't get in too much trouble. Mrs. Smith just gave us a month of detention, and we had to go to school for an hour a weekend to write 'I WILL NOT PUNCH PRETTY, POPULAR AND SMART CHEERLEADERS IN THE FACE', which was stupid, because 1.) Gabriella wasn't any of those things, minus popular, and 2.) only I had punched her. And it wasn't the face, it was the nose to be exact.

It had been one week since then, and I hadn't gone to school. I hadn't been feeling well, so Devi let me stay home and stay in bed. Johnny really wouldn't have given a flying fuck if I stayed home from school. He probably wouldn't have cared if I stayed home all year, either. Sure, it was his idea when we were in Gotham, but that was because it was, like, the law or something. Hm. But now, he didn't care, but all Devi cared about was 'a good education' and 'getting somewhere in life'. I got that same speech from my first grade teacher, the first and last time I ever went to school till Gotham. She had told me how you can't get anywhere in life without a good education and 'smarts', as she called them. I had proceeded to tell her that I wanted to be a hobo when I grew up, and to 'fuck off and die in a ditch, whore'. That was it for my educational adventure.

I plopped down on my bed and rested my head on the ratty pillow that I used.

What's up, Lly? the voice of Mayhem asked me.

"Ugh, please leave me alone. I feel like shit."

I would, but I live in your head. Mayhem burst into laughter that sounded oddly like a witches, but like an English person was trying to do it and just sounding scary.

"You make my head hurt." I informed her, throwing the pillow at her and missing. She laughed, and then made a strange rining sound. I stared at her for a moment before realizing that the 'ringing sound' was my new cellphone, given to me by Overprotective Mom of the Year, Devi D. I grabbed it and checked the caller I.D. It was Destiny.

"H'llo?" I asked, slurring dreadfully because of my headache.

"Lly? Lly are you okay?" a concerned Destiny asked. "You sound drunk. Are you drunk? You better not be drunk."

"No, I'm not drunk." Wow, I really did sound drunk. "Do you really think Nny would let me drink? Really?"

"Hm. No." There was a pause, and I heard someone yell something in the background. "Lly, Lucy and some of my other friends and I are going to the mall. You wanna come?"

"Nah." I shook my head, making it pound worse. "I feel really sick. But I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Elly, are you okay? Do you want to talk about-"

"Oh no Destiny, I-I think we're breaking up!" I grabbed a bag of chips that was conveniantly on my bedside table (A/N- see the power of my logic?) and crushed them right by the ear piece. "I'll have to call you later!"

"I know that's just potato chips!" Destiny shouted.

"Actually, it's Sun Chips! Don't mix them up, god!" I hung up and threw the phone across the room, ignoring the 'crack' that rang out after.

She was worried, Elly. Mayhem scolded. That wasn't nice.

"Since when are you my mother?" I dug under the sheets, ignoring Mayhem's speech about 'true friendship' or something like that. I soon fell into a deep sleep.

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click

my names dick what's yours-dont kill me-click-click-come to a party with me-click-kill-go dance with him-what are you doing in my room-click-so you're bruce wayne huh-click-click-click-heard of your reputation-vasquezville-FEED-likes marshmellows-click-click-click-click-who are you-please don't kill me please please-click-spilled coffee on my favorite shirt- please please dont-click-that's a stupid name-my names devi-clickclick-don't kill me please please oh please-coffee-clickclick-no fucking brainfreezies-kill me-names dick-just a bird-elly call me lly-KILL-lly-elly-Kill-dick-clickclickclick-DON'T KILL ME-dick-he's robin-click-i know it-click-pain-no-click-click-out-click-i want out-amazing you can wear spandex-feed me-robin-kill him-me-feed me-party with me-click-just a bird-FEED ME-kill-joker-click-pain-clickclick-GIVE UP FEED-nonononono-clickclick-GIVE UP KILL HIM FEED ME-NO!

I woke up, struggling to slow my breath and understand my dream. It was just words, random words, filled with realization and pain. Pictures, blood, a... a knife...

I rushed to the bathroom and threw up.

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"Where are you going?"

I turned around. Johnny peered over the back of the couch. "I'm going to jump off a cliff." I told him sarcastically.

"Get me a Brainfreezie while you're at it, okay?"

Johnny lay back down and turned his attention back to his Infomercials.

I opened the door and stepped out into the chilly night air, pulling my black button-down sweater tighter around my thin torso. I looked around and went to the right, heading for what seemed to be an abandoned house. I had never seen anyone walk in or out of it, and there was never a light on.

I walked over and, after a brief look at the house number-779-I climbed up the ivy and sat on the cold roof, crossed my legs and rested my chin in my hands, staring at the bright night stars. In the city, you could never see anything, but out here, on the very outskirts, you could see every single beam of light poking through the fabric of night.

I could be a poet. I thought, smirking. Or a writer.

"Every single beam of light, poking through the fabric of the night..." I whispered to myself.
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Todd Casil stared at the paper in front of him, trying to see the words in the darkness. His father had decided that no one could use lights, and since Todd's mother never used them anyway, and his father stayed at the computer all day, Todd was the only one to give anything up. His parents hated him, and so did most of the kids at school, except for Pepito and Destiny.(I keep wanting to call Destiny Nikki... Damn.)

After a few more minutes, Todd shut the book and walked to the window, sliding it open and climbing onto the roof. Once he got there, he shivered and regretted not bringing a jacket. He sat there for a moment, before a voice cut through the silence.

"Who the hell are you?"
Todd jumped and almost fell off the roof. He turned his head to the left and noticed a figure dressed all in black, staring at him. It's figure suggested it was a girl, that, and the shoulderlength hair.

"W-wh-who are you?" he stammered.

"Who are you?" Something about her seemed familiar... her voice maybe? Where did he know her from...?

"My name's Elly. Elly C." Todd's eyes widened more, if that was even possible.

"Y-you go to my school! You're in my class!"

Elly pulled a flashlight from her pocket and shone it in his face, making him squint. "Oh! Hey, you're that Casil kid, aren't you? You hand out with horn-boy and Destiny!"

"His name's Pepito, and yeah, I do." Elly flicked off the light, plunging them back into darkness with nothing but the moon.

"Why are you here?" Elly asked.

"I live here."

"Really?"
"Mmmyep."

"Huh. I've never seen anyone walk in or out of here." she put a finger to her chin. "And the lights are never on. You can't blame me for thinking it was abandoned."

"N-no, I can't." Todd tried his hardest to put on a brave face, but it just looked like he was about to puke. This girl was spooky.

"Uh, w-w-where do you live?" Todd stammered. "I've never seen any kids around here..."

"I live right over there." Elly pointed at a house that looked like it was about to fall down, with boarded up windows and a crudely cut lawn, like with scissors. Todd's eyes widened more, if that was even possible.

"Y-you're the s-s-scary neighbor mans daughter!?" he squeaked. Elly blinked twice, then her eyes widened.

"Oh my... HOLY SHIT!" She stood up suddenly, and Todd emetted a loud 'Squee'. She pointed at him wildly. "You're Squee! Johnny talks about you all the time!"

"I... I..." Todd stuttered, backing away from her pointed finger, almost falling off the roof again.

"Don't worry." Elly smirked. "I won't tell 'the scary neighbor man'. From what I hear, he likes to scare you. And from rumors at school, you're still pretty scared of everything."

"Th...Thanks?" Todd looked at the girl, slightly confused. She looked at him for a couple more seconds, then blinked. Elly made a sound and grasped her head, closing her eyes tightly.

Give up-kill him-clickclick-he's the one-FEED-go away go away i'm busy leave me alone-FEED ME

"...Elly?" Todd reached out to touch her lightly on the arm.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed, leaping off the roof and running toward her house. Todd stared after her.

I would avoid her, Todd. the voice of Shmee warned.

"Why?" Todd asked. "She doesn't seem that crazy. Not like the crazy neighbor man, anyway."

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A dark figure stared at the girl crouching by her bed, head in her hands and a veil of black hair covering her face and terrified tears.

It'sssss begun. It hissed, disapearing in a 'poof' of smoke.

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Notes-

+According to Jhonen Vasquez, Johnny adores comercials and infomercials. Why is completally beyond me.

+Elly belongs to me, and Destiny and Mrs. Smith belong to the awesomness that is InvaderZATR. As far as I can tell, Gabriella and other people belong to themselves, cuz they're real. I think. Correct me if I'm wrong, K, Nikki?

+ Mayhem belongs to me and Nate, and just to clear this up- when I say English, I mean people living in England. Get it? Cuz Mayhem has a English/British accent. Like my cousin Annabell. Heehee!

+If anyone wants a pic of Elly, go to my Deviantart. The links on my profile page. And if it isn't there, is coming soon.

+Oh, and by the way, the name 'Nikki' means 'Victory of the People'. My name means Everlasting Life. :(