A/N:
Well, let's see how things play out this time…
Johnny had made the choice to take Izzy back to his house instead. Unlike him, Izzy could be caught. So where better to take her? It wasn't in the mind of protecting her from the past events, it was more the idea that he was far too fascinated with her reactions to them and didn't want something as trivial as police getting involved. So he'd forced her along, an absent minded smirk on his face. Her expression had been almost too amusing for him.
On the other hand, Izzy couldn't stop shaking. Why did he do that? What had he to gain from it? Sure Trent had been a rat but that hadn't meant that she, or anyone, had wished him dead. Had Johnny just used the other night as an excuse to get rid of him, so that he could get to Devi maybe? This was twisted even for him and Izzy wasn't sure that she believed that, or rather she didn't want to. After sitting down and collecting her thoughts, she finally dared to speak.
"What were you thinking, Nny?"
"I think a lot; give me a specific time." He returned coolly.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about! Why did you kill him? Why did you kill any of them?"
"I kill a lot of people; give me a specific time."
At the deliberate repetition, Izzy stood up and shoved him harshly. Fury burning through her at his avoidance, "Stop it and answer me!"
He narrowed his eyes and felt his fingers itch, reaching for his blade and readying it to dart forward. Physical contact was not something he appreciated and especially not in a way like this. Izzy took full notice of the weapon and backed away. Something dug into her thigh and she was surprised to find her own weapon in her pocket. It called to her… And she obeyed…
Nny arched an eyebrow, interest peaking. This wasn't what he expected. Or may it was and he was waiting to see where it went? He wasn't exactly sure but it was definitely interesting. And so, he didn't see the harm in feeding it.
"What made him so special? You can't be serious in claiming you actually felt something for him besides anger and betrayal?"
"That doesn't mean I wished him dead!" Izzy spat, taking a slash with the blade towards him, to which he easily avoided. Too much range, not enough concentration. "And neither did Devi!"
"Oh I see, you didn't want one of the obvious liars so you were willing to pass him off onto her. How typical." His own weapon darted outwards.
"She can take care of herself; and so can I!" she clenched her free fist around his to stop the attack, shoving him away, "I wasn't passing him onto her! She could do with him what she see's fit, I was cutting him out like I've done with all the other crap in my life!"
Anger taking over her, she thrust the knife outwards and didn't even care that she missed, swinging her fist and punching him forcefully on the shoulder. Taking advantage, the blade swung upwards. Nny tilted his head to the side a fraction to avoid it. Anger brought out so much more life in her than even he expected. It was a sight to see, but slowly loosing its fascination. Wasn't the death of that fool doing both girls a favour as well as the boy? They were rid of a scuttling little rat that infected all it touched; and Trent was free from the guilt he may possibly feel. Not to mention Nny felt pleased that a personal irritation was not gone but that was another matter.
"I'm curious, Izzy," he growled, ducking from another attack and pointing out his own weapon out and deliberately near-missing her so that she would take a step back out of surprise, "What qualities did that infection posses to lure you to him? I'm sure there must have been something once, fake nevertheless but something?" Another stab towards her, forcing her against the wall, "Do tell."
Tell him… Tell him… Tell him…
That was it. Izzy swallowed the last of her restraint and glared at him, "Because he reminded me of you!"
Her arm flew out and she felt a pang of satisfaction as the metal sliced lightly against his cheek, leaving a small graze, but by no means removing the questioning anger in his eyes; "What?"
Was that true? She thought in momentary panic. It was too late to turn back now, and it had to be said. "He was distant, obviously he had a way of messing with my judgment, he had a twisted sense of humour and I didn't know where I stood with him. Sure sometimes he had moments when we talked and I thought things were going somewhere, but the next second it goes right back to the start. Remind you of anyone?" When he didn't answer or even move, she continued, "And apparently you're both bastards!"
Shoulders hunching in resentment, he forced himself to speak, "You'd really compare me to that cowardly worm that even the maggots won't feast on?"
Tell him Izzy, you're doing so well… "Yes! Yes I would!"
To her surprise, Nny smirked wryly and lowered his weapon, "Well, if that's the case, then you must wish me dead too."
"What're you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your motives, Izzy. For you see, you're no better than I now."
"Do I look like I'm in the mood for riddles?" she yelled.
"Then I'll be clear. I didn't kill Trent, or old shopper. You did."
He knows, Izzy… Oh, I'm sorry, didn't you realise this sooner?
Bile rose at the back of her throat, "What?"
His smirk widened, "So angry, with no way of releasing it, letting it build so forcefully… But when you slept, it was free to take over it seems. First just practicing on others, and then daring to take care of the cause. But you missed just one factor. You only killed what reminded you of the cause."
"You liar! I'm not a murderer! Wouldn't I remember if I killed people?" I remember Izzy, we did well… "I couldn't have…"
Memories flickered past. The burning rage and isolation swarming her in a blanket as she drifted to sleep. The sudden chill of night air, but unable to open her eyes to find the source. Waking in a puddle of warm, yet chilling, scarlet. Marks of struggles that didn't happen. Everything made sense, yet was so wrong!
It's not wrong, Izzy, you never did anything so right…
"I couldn't have…" she repeated, feeling weak and trembling, "No, you told me you killed them! You said it was you!"
"You're ability to judge sickens me. But if you recall, I never actually admitted anything."
"Then why not tell me before!"
"I've got nothing better to do with my time evidently," Nny shrugged, "than to investigate the midnight wonders of an unconscious killer. It's fascinating, I must say. So what's the matter Izzy, are you more scared of what you're capable of, or that you won't be able to finish the job awake?"
That's a good question, Izzy, he's offering you a chance to finish him… He turned you into this… Because of him you didn't fix your mind as securely as you thought… Because of him the last two opened the pathway for me… Why not end him? Then you'll be free… Awake and do it yourself, or asleep and I'll do the task for you… I'm flexible…
Izzy covered her hears and muffled a scream. It was mostly rage talking, but she didn't care, "I hate you! And you know what else I've got to say on the subject?" she asked harshly as she moved away from him and heading towards the front door, grabbing the handle as if it was her life, she wanted these next worse to sting, forcing each one maliciously, "You. Are. Wacky. In. The. Head!"
His eyes glazed over in an undeniable fury, right eyelid twitching slightly at the word, "What did you just call me, Izzy?"
Tell him again…
Feeling a bizarre mixture of satisfaction and fear, she opened the door and stepped through, feeling the need to shout it once more before slamming the door and running blindly into the open, "Wacky!"
A/N:
Oh, now if there's one thing you never do, is say the 'W' word in front of Nny, let alone all him it. Run Izzy, run!
