Brief (haha) Author's Note: This will not be a long fic. Mostly because I believe in quality, not quantity, and I think that if I go past a certain number, my writing won't be as good and I'll just be trying to push the plot forward. That, and I want to finish my in-progress fics so I can write a new fic involving my Johnnycakes. xDD
Annnnd someone is going to kill me if I don't update JRC. I already have an ending in mind for this...
None of my fics are very long, are they?
Little Note 'O Fun: Maddie is currently half-asleep and she had a dream last night entirely in German. She has no idea what it means, so she's confused... and tired. Tired as hell.
-enunciate-
"Hey Soda, where's Johnny?"
Soda, who had been trying to fall asleep, opened one eye and looked at Dallas. Johnny didn't go to school a lot, and it was common knowledge that one day he was just going to stop going altogether.
"Ionno, Dal," Soda mumbled sleepily. He yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes before stretching. "Haven't you seen him?" Of course, this question was pointless because Soda knew exactly where Johnny was.
"Nope, I haven't seen him around lately... d'you think his old man did something really bad this time?" Dallas clenched his hands into fists, showing his hatred for Johnny's father. "That son of a bitch better not have done anything."
Just then, the door was thrown open, and someone staggered inside. Soda's head swam for a moment as he looked upon...
"Johnny?"
-applicable-
Johnny staggered into the Curtis house. He didn't know where he was, and his legs and arms ached. His whole body ached.
"What are you doin' here, boy?"
"Wh-who are you?"
"Your father, you sonnofabitch!"
Pain, metal ripping his flesh, screaming... electricity...
A father wasn't supposed to beat their child. Where was he? If that was his father, where in the almighty universe was he? Dr. Sheldon had told him his parents were dead, and that none of his family wanted to take him in.
Dr. Sheldon.
A tremor ran through the thin boy's body, and he grabbed on to the doorframe for support. If he wasn't there, he was going to get killed (and what scared him more was that this was not a metaphor).
"Johnny?"
Johnny looked in the direction that he had heard his name, and saw two boys. One was sitting on the couch, the other standing up with a cigarette between his lips. The one on the couch let out a small gasp, and the one with the cigarette, the blonde one, swore.
"Did your old man do that?"
Johnny said nothing, and stepped back a bit. He was so confused. How did they know about his dad? How did they even know his name?
"Johnny, are you okay?"
"Johnny!"
Johnny swayed a bit, and grabbed on to the doorframe again. The force that the blonde boy had used in his voice reminded him a lot of the doctor. Were these boys going to be as horrible to him as the doctor was?
The blonde one stepped forward, and Johnny froze.
"Johnny, c'mon... it's Dally... kid, are you okay?" Dally reached out to touch Johnny, but the boy jumped back, his eyes wild.
"I'msosorryIdidn'tmeantodoanythingitwasn'tmyfaultitjusthappenedthey'renotreal! They aren't real..."
With that, Johnny vanished.
-enigma-
"Where were you?"
Johnny leaned against the wall of his cell, staring at Taylor. It never ceased to amaze him when the boy was able to know things that could be known only when one had use of their eyes.
"I... I don't know," he whispered, trying to keep himself from screaming as he sank down to a sitting position against the wall. His back hurt so badly, and he was sure that he was in for another "therapy" session today.
Taylor sat down next to him, and sighed. "Where are you from?"
"Tulsa..."
"No, no, I mean what time," Taylor rasped, turning his head to Johnny.
Johnny opened his mouth to reply, but the door opened.