#1: I didn't have a spellchecker so if I made any mistakes, I'll fix them later on another computer.
#2: I'm still having trouble with writer's block, so writing even this much was hard for me. I stayed up so late I feel dizzy, but I couldn't go to sleep until I got this chapter posted, so if I messed up something because I was was too tired to notice, once again, it will be fixed later.
#3: The promised romance is VERY slight, but, if you squint, (hard), you will catch it. I hope.
I was thinking about not posting this until I've written more, but...life is way too short for that kind of thing, so...here you go.
Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny The Homicidal Maniac.
A long gold river fell two inches past the bottom of the couch, a limp hand joining the silky locks. A dormant figure took up half of the seat, an arm covering the remainder of the cushion. Eyes closed, breathing even, expression calm, the person seemed to be perfectly comfortable and relaxed - a deceptive image if recent events are taken into account.
A mentally agitated boy stood watch over her, while a killer nonchalantly cooked skettios in the kitchen.
Clenching his fist the boy's face suddenly took on a distressed look. Guilt and shame washed over him in waves, making him wonder on the maniac's easy demeanor when torturing his victims.
His mouth twisted into a wry grin. At least being confined to a prison hadn't robbed him of his morals. After all, he did have principles.
He frowned.
To an extent, that is.
After all, he DID kidnap her, though she practically asked for it.
Todd moved to the couch and hovered over the girl, watching her intently. A very irrelivant thought crossed his mind before it fled the mental premises as quickly as it came.
'HOW DID SHE GET HER HAIR THAT LONG?"
He shook his head, deciding the importance of the question was too minimal to even wonder why his mind brought it up.
A hand was stroking the top of her head, fingers running through the soft strands absently.
This woman...she was so young and innocent. Innocent, at least, in appearance. How on earth had she become a doctor for mental patients?
Most likely she was intelligent and experienced, but why would any woman choose her profession? To be so close to an unstable individual and know that they could do ANYTHING to you...it was unquestionably insane.
Then again, he didn't know this woman too well. He HAD learned that she was kind, smart, talkative, patient, comforting, stern, and caring. All traits of a good doctor. WELL! It was a little clearer to him now. At the very least, she had the qualities to suit her profession.
Did she have a family?
This thought saddened him. If they had taken her away from her loved ones, probably for good, if Johnny had any say, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He felt bad enough after what he'd done, but, but...
He sighed, completely drained.
Thinking about this was seriously stressing him out. He needed to chill. Entering the kitchen, he found Johnny setting three plates on an old, rickety table. When the maniac saw him he grinned a very wide, very disturbing grin.
Squee shuddered internally.
"Hey Squeegee. Would you be so kind as to wake our guest? I want us to eat together. I'm sure she's starving since she's been out for so long."
Todd blinked.
Guest? More like prisoner. Saying that out loud though was suicide, so instead he said,
"Okay Johnny."
Knowing that getting their...erm..."guest" to eat anything in her terrified state, much less, in their company, was going to be a battle sent stabs of pain shooting to his forehead.
Before this day was over, Todd would have one hell of a migraine.
