Lauren Chamberlain; First off, the quirk ewe. Second of all, Code Lyoko is the best bad show I have ever watched.

eternallife14; Enthusiasm is good, more of that, yes /blushie face

EbonyBlack 13; I guess saying it's 'almost over' was a bit of an exaggeration, it won't be more than 20 chapters, but after this one there will probably four or five more. And then I will be continuing Lucid and i will start MMOs Are For Losers, so once this is over there's other stuff to read. (Y'know, if you dig zombie!John, humanstucks with cancer and lisping turds who cheat on their boyfriends (zombie!John being lucid, cheating dicks and cancer patients being MMOsAFL))

MMOsAFL still needs polishing, though, Lucid is planned up to halfway chapter ten, and then, if you really think about it, there's still a lot that hasn't happened in this. They have not yet confessed their lovey-feels, or kissed or stupid stuff like that. Y'know. Have no fear.

And are you guys like me and read a fanfiction over and over again until it fucking updates, bc I do that with pretty much everything Kamaevis writes. Like. Really.

Anyways, other than a rather depressing look into how I spend my days let us get on with the chapter.

The chapter in which Dave tries to turn John into a knife-block.

There's blood up in this text that follows, and I guess it could be called self-harm (even though he's not consciously doing it I suppose.) I mean, the weapons is in his hand and he is the one covered in cuts, so i guess it's self-harm. I'll say accidental self-harm.

There are very few things you remember perfectly. Few things you think of and you know every detail. Your first kiss. Was it a girl or a boy? Blonde or brunette? Ginger? Or was it that goth chick from medical school?

Optimus Prime's speech from the beginning of Transformers 2? "Earth. Birthplace of the human race, a species much like our own. Capable of great compassion... and great violence. For in our quest to protect the humans, a deeper revelation dawns; our worlds have met before. For the last two years, an advanced team of new Autobots has taken refuge here under my command. Together, we form an alliance with the humans, a secret but brave squad of soldiers. A classified strike team called NEST. We hunt for what remains of our Decepticon foes, hiding in different countries around the globe."

Declaration of independence? Doesn't it start with "We the people?"

There are very few things you remember perfectly.

You're pretty sure the night your roommate tried to shank you will be burned into the tissues of your brain for all of the foreseeable future.

You're woken by the sound of wood and then metal hitting the tile floor of the kitchen. After Dave had stormed to his room and, essentially, told you to piss off you hadn't seen him, and ended up going to bed early. You passed out fast and when you woke up to the sound of ruckus and checked the clock it had been a grand hour and a half since you passed out. You don't want to go out and find out what happened. You don't want to get up. You want it to just be a burglar, he can steal your computer you don't give a shit. You just don't want it to be Dave.

He's not that bad when he's sleep-walking, having his night terrors. Ninety percent of the time he doesn't even know where he is. You'll say 'hey why the fuck are you in the kitchen' and he'll say 'dude where the fuck do you think we are' and then proceed to walk into the fridge.

He's just kind of tiring. He's hard to wake up. You usually have to drag him outside and he'll fight you every second. He refuses to talk about it during the day, but you've actually managed to get stuff out of him while he is sleep-walking, while he's calm. Two things you have gotten out of him, really. The white face is trying to kill him, and the dog is just there to keep him distracted while the face sneaks up on him. In the morning, when he wakes up he doesn't remember. He remembers the dream, he remembers when he wakes up and you manage to rock him back to sleep, but he doesn't remember how much you have gotten out of him.

It's actually how you found out he's got a raging heart-on for you. In his dream apparently you were an item or something and when you came to tend to his sleep-walking self he was still in dream land. Lovey-dovey hand holding, a smooch on the cheek and a borderline unhealthy amount of shaking he woke and was embarrassed. Because of the dream. Not because he knows he actually did it to you.

Tonight, however. You don't want to deal with him. You wake yourself anyways. Climb out of bed, and walk out of your door.

The lights are all off, and you feel along the wall as you walk down the short hall and into the living room. It's gotten quiet aside from the tiny shuffling sound mixed with metal scraping on the floor. You wonder what he could have gotten himself up to as your round the corner and flick on the kitchen light.

The sight that meets you is redder than you would have expected. It's mostly on the floor, but there's some on his hands, in his hair, and he looks paler than normal. On the floor is every kitchen utensils in the damn apartment, forks, knives, pizza cutter, every sharp object you or him own. Clutched in his hand, by the blade, not the handle, is a knife that's digging and cutting into skin.

You freeze when you see him, standing on the pile of sharp objects and pointing the handle of a tightly gripped knife at you. His feet are probably cut to shit, his hands and arms aren't much better. You decide not to focus on the fact that your kitchen's gonna look like a murder scene once you get him out of it. You've dropped into defense mode, holding up for hands in case he comes at you.

He stands still for the longest time. You get a few steps closer and he just stares at you with the widest eyes you'd ever seen on him. He doesn't move as you reach for him, but the moment your fingers make contact with his shoulder he drops to the floor, scrambling away from you and shaking in a way that reminds you of a seizure, but less intense.

He does manage to give himself a few more cuts on the way, however. You hate the extra moment it takes you to get over the weapons without hurting yourself, but when you crouch next to him unscathed you know it was worth it. You grab hold of his shoulders and the sound he makes scares you. If you were in the apartment over you'd think YOU had just stabbed HIM. And your mind very briefly worries that someone heard him and is planning on calling the cops.

It's nights like these that remind you how fast your reflexes are, he opens his mouth to scream something at you and you're just fast enough to muffle it with your hand. He fights you the entire time and you manage to avoid getting bludgeoned by the knife handle, but of course, as it misses you, it hits the wall and the blade cuts through his hand once more. The knife, however, does fall to the ground and you take the opportunity to pin the bleeding hand to the floor.

You haven't got the foggiest idea how you're going to get him outside. You'd tried many things to wake him up but all that seems to work is taking him outside and telling him to look at the sky. It's a technique that worked for one of your younger cousins, when the both of you were kids. She'd had them for a few months and that was how you woke her up, and that was how you woke Dave up.

But with one hand keeping him from waking the neighbors and the other currently in the process of getting covered in blood you don't know how you'll get him outside. He continues, however, to flail his limbs for only a moment longer before seemingly going limp on the floor. You take a slow breath, and he stares at you with wide, terrified eyes.

All it does is make you feel guilty. You feel guilty that you can't help him. You feel horrible that he's terrified of you most nights. You're pretty sure you're that face right now. The one these nightmares of his center around. You then stop feeling guilty, as you're pulled from your mind back into the moment by a sharp pain along your cheek.

You release his hand, and grab your face, taking an extra moment to realize he cut you. He actually swung a knife at you.

You decide not to worry about him waking the neighbors and tap into those bullshit fighting lessons your sister gave you when you two were little. And by fighting lessons you mean all those times she beat the crap out of you just to prove a point.

Your release his mouth, grab the hand with the knife and twist. The weapon falls to the ground, which is good, slightly less good is the curse he yells as you go about your disarming method. He fights you as you try to pick him up, and your attempt to carry him bridal style ends with your arms wrapped around his torso and his legs flailing as you carry him across the kitchen, across the living room and to the door that leads to the balcony.

It's a chore to get open, especially with a grown man fighting against you holding him, but you manage to get it open and have to pin him to the concrete and yell his name a number of times. He stops flailing and the fear in his eyes fades to more of a confusion than anything as you remove yourself from him and sit him up.

"Welcome back," You say, tired as all fuck, "I have to take you to the hospital, okay, you decided to turn yourself into confetti tonight." He grumbles something as you pick him up again, this time he's not fighting you.

You get him to the hospital, and then get to have the joy of explaining to a nurse, three doctors and a surgeon, what happened and that, no, you did not do it to him. He's out cold as they take him off to get his hands and feet stitched and you sit with a very loud, very exasperated sigh in the waiting room.

WOW holy shit that took longer than I meant for it to!

Much like chapters four and seven this is one I wrote once, hated, wrote again and decided 'yeah I'll go with this one.'

So here it is FINALLY! CHAPTER 10!

Next time will most likely be nothing but them talking back and forth while Davey's healing up, or maybe Rose will come in and do her therapist thing. Judging by the way Dave has harmed himself the hospital will probs be all 'see a therapist dude' but I haven't decided yet! We'll have to see!

Oh, and reviews make me a very happy person, maybe we can finally get to thirty reviews up in this biznitch!?