(AUTHOR'S POV) Johnny is still bold and Italicized is the voice inside of Madeleine's head.
(NARRATOR'S POV)
Where does logic's roll play in life; does reason even exist in this oppressing, spinning ball of filth? We, being the ignorant offspring of the previous generation, push away the truth, hiding from the torment that is unfairly inflicted upon us…
Most could not comprehend the sickening reality that we are shielded away from… But only few escape from the sanity, and experience true suffering… most of which are called 'freaks', 'mentally disabled', 'psychotic', 'maniacs', and…. 'wacky'.
Just misunderstood humans; innocence and torture perfecting the society which is programmed into secrets and lies.
(JOHNNY'S POV)
Johnny was curled into a little ball in the corner of a large hotel suite. The connection that was shared between Johnny and Mr. Fuck was cut off, leaving Johnny in a short phase of insecurity and emotional awareness.
Facing the dark corner, Johnny put his hands to his head, grabbing at his hair and tugging with worry, while his head pounded with the increasing irritation of a headache.
Whispering to himself to stabilize himself, he squeezed his eyes shut,*** "the effects of it all… the distance… and… and it hur…,"*** Johnny's fingernails dug into his scalp, the pain forcing him to take pry away his hands and cover his ears. "Why can't I turn it off; shut out the noise?"
Johnny grit his teeth, and pressed himself further into the corner, closing the space he had between him and the wall as he heard Mr. Eff's words echo through him. His attention was taken back to the black void that surrounded him; the eyes of Mr. Fuck burning into him once again.
"Fuck around with someone ELSE, EFF. I'M NOT YOUR PUPPET!"
Johnny's face twitched with anger and his eyes shot open at the sound of the doughboy's manic laughter ringing through his head. A light sheen of sweat covered his forehead as his eyes stayed on his locked target, Mr. Eff.
Penetrating the noise, the laughter, the static that overwhelmed his senses, was a familiar voice speaking to him. "You have a choice…"
"Bunny… Nailbunny, switch it off… switch me OFF!"
The familiar sound of his conscience spread through him, welcoming back the temporary shift in the fight, and giving back to Johnny what all there was left of him. He couldn't see bunny, or hear him anymore knowing that Nailbunny had sacrificed itself to Johnny in giving him the power to seal the window between the doughboys and himself.
The static buzzing in his head had faded to a whisper, and Johnny's vision was restored back to normal. There was no trace of Nailbunny or Mr. Fuck in his head, giving him the pleasure of silence.
Johnny's tensed body had relaxed as he leaned into the wall, cooling his face and freeing Johnny of any anxiety within him. No, he was not under the circumstances of being free. He was far from any form of freedom; Johnny was just building up defenses against himself.
The awkward tension filled the room again in a bitter silence, Johnny's sub-conscience tugging at his muscles and whispering to him, reminding him of the threat that pushed at the walls of his home. But Johnny just stayed there, listening to the soft patter of raindrops hit against the window and the roof of the hotel.
Johnny's eyebrow rose in confusion as he stared at the floor, spotting Mr. Samsa crawling along the carpet of Madeleine's hotel room. "What are you doing here Mr. Samsa? I thought I killed you… several times…," picking up the insect, he watched it squirm in between his thumb and forefinger before flicking it away, bored and uninterested.
Johnny angled his head, letting himself look back around the room.
Nothing was out of place, everything seemed normal except for the woman whom was in the opposite corner of the room, looking at Johnny with pity shining in her tear-filled eyes.
One knee was brought up to her chest, while the other leg was laid out on the floor in front of her, her back pressed up against the wall in a comfortable position. Her throat had a light cut on it, letting a few droplets of blood roll down her neck, and catch in her collarbone, and her already pale skin had lightened to a sickening shade lighter. With one elbow propped up on her knee which she held to her chest, she supported her head, her bangs shadowing half of her face.
In her other hand, she held the knife that Johnny was holding only minutes before; her hand tightly gripped around the handle with the flat edge of the blade running along her covered, sliced forearm.
Madeleine's face held no emotion, but her eyes shined with pity as several unmistakable tears slid down her face.
"That was… one of the doughboys wasn't it?" Madeleine spoke, breaking the silence between them.
Johnny just nodded his head, trying to recover from the shock in his system. Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself off of the ground, steadying himself as the blood rushed to his head, making Johnny's vision blacken at the edges temporarily.
"Mr. Fuck; he is convinced you are… simply a distraction; something to be eliminated."
"I however, don't quite know what to believe," Johnny walked over to Maddie and stood over her, "or what to feel; now Nailbunny is gone, and all I have now are the doughboys and myself to restrain myself."
Johnny frowned as he continued to look at Madeleine, wishing for that surge of comfort to wash over him again, trying to keep himself from hearing the harsh truth in his words.
"Love is not what defines me. I can hope, I can wish, I can cry, laugh, and need that comfort; the love. Madeleine, love is not an emotion that I can feel or return very easily. But, in the general sense of the term, all I can do to return the affection is to keep you safe, from myself. Before I come to conclusions, I need some time to set things right."
Johnny's eye twitched with uneasiness as he looked away from the girl, spotting his clothes hanging on a hook beside the door.
"If you don't mind, I'll change into my regular clothes before I go."
Heading to his cleaned clothes, he picked them off the hooks, and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
(MADELEINE'S POV)
Johnny came back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, changed into his normal style of clothes.
Madeleine's misty eyes kept her from looking at Johnny directly. Her neck stung due to the small cut on her throat, but she ignored this, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to spill onto her face. He couldn't leave now… he promised that he would be there. He promised…
She fingered the blade in her hands, absentmindedly slicing the tip of her forefinger. Wiping away the blood on her hand, she looked over to the grey window, lightning flashing in the distance.
Let the knife lick your skin… pry open the cover and empty yourself… let the sting of the cut take you away; break the strings that bind you and let the blood seep through…
Feed the hunger from within… purge the rest before you begin… take the blade and run it across your ribs…. Let the sin out and penetrate you; shit, you will never win…
Perfect. Her one… and only friend that she had… was leaving her.
Fucking hell…
"Madeleine, you knew that this would happen, that I would have to leave, or you would end up dead somehow. I have to…"
"We can figure something out." Maddie's voice broke as her hands started to shake again. "It doesn't have to end this way, Johnny. I can't stand being.. alo…," Madeleine bit her lip to keep it from trembling. Her only friend having to leave… all because he didn't want her to get hurt… FUCK THAT, he was ALREADY hurting her by LEAVING!
Johnny pulled Maddie up and looked at her in the face, watching her eyes fill up with glistening tears.
Madeleine grit her teeth as she tried to push away the emotion, trying to pull herself together. Crying was worthless. It only got in the way, and kept you from seeing the reason behind the problem. It exposed herself, letting her be open like this. It sickened her to cry over something; to be so selfish over a person.
But yet, she couldn't push away the tears.
Madeleine felt herself be gathered up in an embrace, and she completely let herself go.
"Johnny, fuck… we can….. it doesn't have to… end this way!" She tried to hold back her sobs, but she failed, letting out the built up emotion inside of her. "We… we can find… another way, just don'tleavemenow… not now…"
Madeleine sniffed, and wiped her tears away with her hand, stinging her finger which she had accidentally cut, and shuddered as Johnny pulled away; the hug not lasting long enough.
(JOHNNY'S POV)
Looking down at the girl, a strike of pity shook through him, tugging at his stomach and pinching at his heart. It was the ONLY way to fix this. No, this would NOT be the last time he would see her… but then again… who the hell knew what would happen, considering the fact that the doughboys were growing stronger by the moment.
Something tugged at the corners of his mouth as he saw the amount of care the girl had for him. He was a murderer, a psychotic maniac, a SERIAL KILLER, but yet… it seemed that she truly cared for him. It flattered him, but only a small bit, seeing that if he too, let himself be dragged into the emotional state that Madeleine was in, the plan would fail.
Taking Madeleine by her arms, he tugged her up to her feet, and reluctantly pulled her into a hug into which she gratefully accepted. Getting a few sobs and pleas in return, he let her go and looked at her in the eye, "I'm leaving for your protection, along with mine. We WILL see each other again, but to what cost, and when, I don't particularly know. But promise me two things before I leave."
Madeleine frowned and looked up, blinking away more tears that threatened to fall and took a deep breath before answering in reply, "and what would that be?" Madeleine laughed, but not with happiness or joy. It was with insane sadness.
She giggled and she looked back to Johnny when she finished. "Figures…"
Johnny narrowed his eyes before answering with finality in his voice, "don't forget me. I won't dare forget the memories I had with you if you won't forget the ones you had with me. Second… try to eat for me; okay? Fuck…"
Johnny gave her one more quick hug adding, "I just need some time. Just give me time…" Stepping away, Johnny looked Madeleine over one last time before saying, "goodbye Madeleine." His voice betrayed him however, making it waver with sorrow.
Damn.
Johnny headed toward the door and touched the doorknob, hesitating. He hoped this was the right choice.
Opening the door, he headed out of the room, cringing at the sound of Maddie's sobs from behind the now closed door. Nny headed down the stairs and through the lobby, exiting the large doors and entering the storm outside.
Pulling up the collar of his coat, Johnny looked back to the hotel, seeing Madeleine look out the window of her bedroom before turning around and continuing on back to his deathly destination that await for him.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE)
Well…. Sorry to say this but… this is the last chapter for the story…
BUT WEEP NOT, FOR THE SEQUEL IS HERE!
Oh joy…
I'm With You
-InvaderMads45321
(SEQUEL TO: AN UNSTABLE FRIENDSHIP)
Summary:
It is mid-winter, and Johnny must cope with mourning. After Johnny successfully kills himself due to the fact that he misses sanity, the doughboys driving him mental, and the 'rumor' that Madeleine had died to anorexia, he goes to both heaven and hell(the trips to Heaven and Hell are not listed or written in the story) and is resurrected. With the doughboys replaced with Reverend Meat, Johnny has had enough, and takes his 'holiday'. (Sucky summary! :D)
What happens? Oh... will he be spending Christmas alone...?
Will Johnny be okay without Madeleine? Did she REALLY die?
(YOU WILL FIND OUT SOON!)
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Johnny or any JTHM characters. I only own Madeleine (yes that is ME, as my OC)
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