so when we last saw johnny and Vi they met adorable little Squee! the helped him learn how to ride a bike with out training wheels then killed the creepy man-eating tentacle monster thing hiding under his bed ^^ after all that work they got home to learn that the wall with the creature in it needs more blood. .

yayy . . .

CHAPTER 10

"Going out, I'll be back soon." Nny told me as he walked past me and out to his car. I knew exactly what he was going out for, he needed to get a victim to kill in order to paint his wall and keep the monster in. I guess I could try to convince Johnny not to kill the person he brings home once he comes back with them. I went back to my room to try to work on my wall, trying to ignore the sounds from the special monster wall. While painting, I though that maybe I could teach Nny to only stab his victims in a non-fatal way, let them bleed out in a bucket or something, then fix up their cuts or drive them to the hospital and let them go on with their lives.

If we painted the wall with blood THAT way though, we would need more than one person for the blood. I reluctantly put down my pencil and went over to the kitchen to grab a sharp knife. I also found a bucket and went to the room with the monster wall. I placed the bucket on the floor and kneeled down beside it.

"Well here goes nothing." I muttered as I sliced down the length of my left arm. Yes down the length of it, the MORE harmful way.

I let my blood slide down my arm. And drip into the bucket that it was hanging over. A little red pool eventually began to form in the bucket. I kept letting the crimson liquid escape from my body and didn't stop when I heard a car pull into the drive way or when I heard Johnny enter through the front door. But something was a little odd though. I didn't hear any thump or some sort of sound of a dragging body. Johnny was walking at a fairly even pace. He then opened up the door and strode into the room with a big bucket that had some blood dripping down the sides.

"you killed them already?" I exclaimed mad that someone had died, and a little more mad that I just lost that blood for no reason.

"Of course I did! You would have freaked out again if I brought them home to kill here! And what the hell are you doing to yourself? Just wait right here." Johnny briefly left and quickly came back with a rag in his hand which he pressed to my arm. He ordered me to hold it in place tightly while he ran off to find some bandages. He returned and had me hold my arm out while he wrapped it up and I unwillingly explained how I thought it would be a better idea to just take SOME blood from a few people to paint the wall with, rather than just kill a person for all of their blood.

"Silly girl, that isn't NEARLY as much fun!" Johnny stated as if it was obvious.

"Well maybe I don't care if you find it 'fun', but just want it to be less violent."

"yeah I don't think I like that idea. But before you start arguing with me about "proper ethics" and "having morals" and those other distorted ideas implanted into your brain, what the hell is wrong with you? What possessed you to slit your wrists and loose so much blood just to help a complete stranger?"

I groaned loudly and rolled my eyes. "You know very well why. I don't like you killing people and like to do whatever I can to save them. I know, I'm just crazy for not loving killing, right?"

"No you're crazy for doing so much for people who don't deserve your kindness. Do you think the waste of space whose blood is in that bucket over there would have lifted a finger to help you if you were in danger of dying?"

"Maybe he would have. I never had the chance of meeting him." Nny looked like he was about to say something back to me but a growling sound from the wall interrupted us.

"Here, paint." He told me while tossing a paint brush towards my good arm. I managed to catch it and dunked into the little bucket of my own blood, since I didn't want to use the blood from the dead stranger. I started solemnly covered up the wall with red when Nny asked , "What, no pretty pictures?"

"Sorry blood isn't my usual medium." I replied quickly with a firm glare.

"shouldn't art type people try to make themselves familiar with all sorts of different mediums?"

"Blood isn't a normal medium!" I nearly screeched.

"Says you." Johnny muttered as he began doodling on the wall with the blood.

"Normally I just get it on here fast but I figured since today your helping me I might take my time on it."

I glared at him once again and informed him on how that wasn't at all funny, and that he should just get to painting it up, before tossing the paintbrush into the bucket of paint and storming off.

I went to continue my actual painting of a sunny beach scene on my wall that was facing the door to my room then climbed into my bed at around 2:30 in the morning.

It was late at night and I was busy painting my room –as always- when I heard a knock at the door. If he was feeling polite enough to knock, then surely he must be in a good, non-killing, mood.

"Come on in!" I called out with out taking my eyes off of the coconut tree I was carefully painting.

"I was going to go see a movie and I wanted to see if you wanted to come with me!" Nny happily asked.

"What movie?" I automatically asked even though it really didn't matter. I was completely unaware of what was out and showing so it didn't surprise me that I didn't recognize the title he stated. He explained it was a mystery thriller and I figured it couldn't kill me to go along. If he didn't want me alive I would have died long ago I figured. And there's a good chance he would try killing someone else if I didn't go so I figured that it would actually be best if I were to accompany him.

So I slid on my boots and left with him to a movie theatre and rather enjoyed what we saw. To my relief he didn't suddenly go mad and kill everyone in the theatre.

It wasn't until we were leaving that issues started occurring.

We were walking to Nny's car, which he parked ridiculously far from the movie theatre, when a group of five loud guys passed by us. One large, gothic-punk styled guy with spiky green hair, a face full of metal, and very dark clothing looked at me and exclaimed, "Hey cutie! What are you doing hanging out with this freak?" before I could respond, one of his friends with a red Mohawk cut in.

"Not like she could possibly be his girlfriend, I mean who in the world would ever want to date that faggot?" the group of guys laughed at the joke and I was able to say something. Something useless.

"Excuse me, but that was a REALLY mean word! And I just finished watching a movie with my friend and we were just about to go home!"

"Well I'm sure you're little friend here would mind us taking you home instead." Another guy said with a smirk while shoving Nny.

"I think this loser need's to be taught a lesson. Just last week he was bitching at me for . . . uhh . . . something. I dun really remember, But it was something stupid!" the red haired guy said while pushing him down.

"Hey get away!" I shouted while trying to push him away and help Nny up. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me away from Nny and some guy kicked him. I tried to twist around to see who grabbed me, but his grip around me tightened.

"Hey don't struggle, just come with us, this guy's messed up you wouldn't want to be hanging around with him." The guy grabbing me said. I believe it was the first person who spoke to us the one with green hair. I rammed my elbow into him hard and his grip loosed enough for me to break away. I stared into his eyes with enlarged pupils when he grabbed my arm and pulled me close. He had his other arm raised ready to hit me in some way, when both of us became still at a piercing howl of pain.

"MY FUCKING FOOT!" A black haired guy howled while rolling around on the floor, flailing his hands around the stub that was the end of his leg. His foot was discarded by him and Johnny was now standing, bloody ax in hand, crazed look in his eye. The other three guys over there who were busy beating him up, were clearly in no condition to use their brains and continued to try to attack him. One actually sliced at Nny's hand with a knife they had and startled, Johnny dropped the ax he held. But he had another weapon with him of course. The guy holding my arm tightly then shouted at me for what Johnny just did to his friend and threw me to the ground roughly.

I grunted in pain as my head hit the ground and I heard Nny call my name out in alarm. I also heard him yell in pain when he was caught off guard. He was thrown on the ground and his own weapons were being taken from him to be used against him. I quickly got back up and screeched at everyone to stop while trying to pull them away. One guy had Johnny pinned down and another near by had a large knife, or maybe a small sword, that he was ready to pierce into Nny's head. I managed to yank his arm hard enough for him to drop the knife and stumble away, but he just pushed me away and insulted me before going to grab another weapon. Another guy was ready to swing down the ax but I quickly managed to shove him a little and knock that down also.

"STOP IT!" I shrieked again trying uselessly to get the four men to stop trying to kill Johnny. I was thrown roughly on the ground again, yet this time I managed to at least not bash my head into the pavement. Someone facing away from me reached down to grab the ax again and was once again going to try to use it to kill Johnny. The knife that I knocked away from one of them men was laying on the ground next to me.

I quickly grabbed it.

Without a single thought other than 'END THIS', I angrily threw it.

As hard as I could.

At the man with the ax, not really caring where it landed.

At first I didn't even see where it landed.

When I looked up, I saw the extra large, thick, knife ended up piercing itself right through his back and out his stomach.

The man dropped the ax and fell to his knees. Blood was pooling all over his shirt, and spilling out his mouth.

I must have hit something really important.

I must have thrown that knife somewhere that could kill him.

As I stared at the dying man . . . for a while I felt nothing. It was like looking at a picture. I didn't feel any connection to it. My mind was blank. I replayed the events in my head and saw myself throwing the knife that landed at him. My blood went cold when I finally fully realized what I just did. The world seemed to slow down and there was just me and that dead body a few feet away. Before that night I though it was torturously awful to see someone die.

I thought it was 1000's of times worse to be the one to kill them.

There was movement going on beyond me. Voices shouting, people screaming.

My mind was still set on the crime I just committed. Sure I didn't intend to kill the man . . . but that knife I threw still killed him.

"I . . . I k- k- killed . . . him." I stuttered, horrified.

I didn't move. I felt glued to the spot.

It was as if the weight of what I just did was pinning me down on the ground.

Suddenly two hooks were put into the dead mans mouth. One pulled down and one pulled up until his head was ripped apart.

"Too bad he didn't scream. It's kind of a shame that I couldn't really kill him myself." Johnny mentioned with a coarse voice before slowly walking towards me. I didn't look at him or move though. I just looked down.

"Vi are you alright! There's a lot of blood at the back of your head…"

"I killed him." I whispered. Barely hearing what Nny was telling me. I could here his words yet none of it really made sense in my head.

"Come on we need to clean you up, you fell down quite a lot, you're covered in scrapes and bruises and blood."

"I killed him." I stated again, a little louder.

"Congratulations. We should get going."

"I . . . I was . . . supposed to . . . supposed to make sure. . . th- that you didn't . . . k- kill anyone…" I said slowly and dumbly. I glanced up to see the five men, now all dead around us.

"but . . . you killed four people . . . and I killed one."

I heard Nny sigh loudly before kneeling down beside me.

"Don't worry Violet, you we're just doing it to save me anyways."

"I still killed him." I mumbled. I buried my face in my hands but quickly pulled away when I felt my face made contact with a warm liquid on my hands. I looked at the bright red color, unsure of whose it was. It was most likely mine but there was just so much blood everywhere, and on every weapon, that it could have easily been mixed with someone else's.

"Violet-"

"No…" I mumbled before he could say anything else. "I just want to go home."

"Alright then." Nny got up and started walking but my legs wouldn't shift. My arms wouldn't push myself off of the ground. I just sat their motionless. Nny then bent down and wrapped an arm around me to help lift me to my feet. I leaned my weight against Nny until I remembered he was still hurt and began to walk silently on my own.

When we reached his car I silently went over to grab the first aid kit and silently dressed his wounds as best I could right then. He did the same for me and we silently drove back home, after a quick stop at the pharmacy for more medical supplies. The second we were back home I headed off to my room without a word.

"Violet where are you going?"

"Bed."

"But I hardly looked at your cuts before, I was just wrapping them up to try to stop you from bleeding. The back of your head seems pretty bad, I think I should take a look at it…"

"I feel fine. Can you work on yourself or do you need help."

"I'm fine but-"

I slammed the door to my room closed, turned off my lights and crawled into my bed with out changing my clothes. I pulled the covers over my head and curled up into a ball before drifting off to sleep, with the knowledge that I had killed someone.

to be continued!

oh no, sweet loving violet has killed someone O.O