Chapter 14: The Storm: Part II
A/N: Part II coming your way!
"Ow"
The first thing she became aware of was the intense throbbing in the side of her head. As awareness slowly returned to her she noticed that, instead of lying on the sidewalk blocks away from her apartment she was on a fairly comfortable couch. With her eyes still closed she reached up and felt where the pain was coming from. She found that her head was wrapped in a crude bandage, which was still slightly wet where a small amount of what she assumed was blood seeped through.
"What happened?" she said aloud still with her eye's still closed. Images flooded back to her, walking alone, being followed, attacked, then darkness accompanied by the sound of tearing flesh. Her eye's snapped open at that last bit of recall, even in the ambient darkness she could tell she was not in her apartment.
She sat up on the couch and looked around as her eye's slowly adjusted to the darkness. The room she was in was relatively plain. It had a couch, table, and a television, as well as a lamp in the corner. Looking down at the table she noticed several objects set down on it. Once her eyes were properly adjusted she saw that there was a fizz-wizz can, a bowl of cold spaghettis, and a small bottle of pain killers on the table in front of her.
"That was nice" she said as she opened the fizz-wizz and using it to wash down two pills. After doing this she lay back on the couch and looked around some more. The couch itself was tattered and worn and one of the armrest had marks that looked like someone had dug into them with their fingers.
"Oh, god no" she said, horrified, as she realized exactly where she was. Her mind flashed back, first to earlier that night, a fuzzy image of that maniac standing over her, talking to himself while it began to rain. Then even further back, to the date, the near-kiss, and finally the attempted murder.
She got up quickly, overcoming a dizzying feeling she rushed over to what she remembered was the front door and wrenched it open. Only to be met with a wall of wind and rain this threw the door wide open. After talking a single step out into the maelstrom she decided she wouldn't be able to reach shelter soon enough, dejected she forced the door closed and then slumped against it.
Scanning the room a few more times she froze when she saw another door in the back open slightly, a pair of eyes watching from the darkness. The door closed soon after, leaving Devi alone, cold, and soaked with rain in the front room. She curled her legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to retain the warmth that should have pervaded the mid-summer air.
"Well this is going to be an interesting few days, isn't it?" the head voice pondered. 'No it's going to be horrible' she responded, her gaze locked on the door, as if watching it would keep it closed. "I think you should try talking to him" the doll suggested, 'He tried to fucking kill me, what's there to talk about?' the doll remained silent at this.
Johnny's POV
He had cracked the door open when he heard the front door slam open. Devi had tried to leave but had been stopped by the intense storm assaulting the outside of his little shack of a house. Watching her for a few minutes from the cracked door he realized two things;
One: she was still deeply terrified / pissed at him
Two: the blow to her head hadn't caused and serious damage
"You should go and talk to her" Meat encouraged from the dresser, "you should at least try to apologize" Nail Bunny attempted to negotiate from Nny's shoulder. "I can't, and won't do either" he said as he sat back down on his seldom used bed. "It's going to be hard enough for her just to stay here during the storm!"
"Well you can't just stay in here all the time, what if she tries to escape again? She could get hurt" Nail Bunny continued. "She's smarter than that, besides she already tried to escape and decided she couldn't, so there!"
"you can't honestly say you don't want to talk to her" meat continued from his cardboard box. "I mean, you did admit you still have feelings for her so why don't you just…"
"NO MEANS NO MEAT! I DON'T WANT TO MAKE THIS EXPERIENCE ANY HARDER FOR HER THAN IT HAS TO BE!" the maniac screamed as he jumped up from his bed. He ran to the door initially wanting to retreat into the basement and torture the few people he had dragged home, but he realized that this would probably not help, and so he sat in front of the door.
Devi's POV
It had been a while since she heard anything from Johnny's room; the silence had begun after some screaming about "meat" and "her." From her position at the door she could observe most of the house that made her feel relatively safe.
A few hours later she got up and sat back on the couch, the long stretch of sitting on the hard floor had been torture for her back and rear. Thus, she positioned herself on the couch so that she still had a relatively clear view of Johnny's door. Eventually her gaze shifted from a paranoid stare to a hungry contemplation as she stared at the bowl of cold skettios still resting on the table.
"oh, come on its not like he poisoned it, and you are hungry" Sickness taunted. 'What if he did poison it sickness? What then?' she thought back to the voice. "Well he seems fonder of knives than poison" was the response, 'don't remind me.' After a few minutes of this she picked up the bowl and began to eat.
At first she started with a small amount; if it was poisoned then a small amount would only make her slightly sick, she reasoned. When no gut wrenching illness came she gradually began to take larger and larger bites.
That is when she heard the door slam open.
"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT MEAT! WHY CANT YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" Johnny screamed as he backed out of his room. "NAIL BUNNY PLEASE, JUST BE QUITE, please?" his voice shrank on the last word. After a few moments of silence he screamed some more obscenities then ran to his basement door and slammed it behind him.
Devi could only watch and eat skettios during the whole spectacle. As soon as she finished the bowl she decided that he probably wouldn't be coming up from the basement and began to wander around the house.
It was cleaner than she remembered the floor boards where no longer loose, the walls looked like they had been redone. In general the shack no longer looked like it was occupied by a schizophrenic mass-murder.
She peaked into a couple other rooms as well. Placed the empty bowl on the counter in the kitchen, glanced into the surprisingly clean bathroom, and an extra bedroom with one of those infla-mattresses and a writing desk. She also made a quick glance into his room before returning to the couch.
It, like the rest of the house looked better, then again the last time she had really had a good look at it was when it was showered in blood and mirror shards. Taking a few steps further in she saw a few more things, a bed that looked seldom used, a nightstand, the mirror. She walked over to the mirror which, despite having his face smashed into it looked well off with only a few cracks.
'perhaps he replaced it' she thought to herself, before being overcome with a feeling that told her he had spent a lot of his time standing here in front of this mirror. This feeling shocked her and she quickly retreated to the couch. There she attempted to turn on the television to see how long she'd be stuck in this house of horrors. All she got was a static screen, so she turned her attention to the radio. Between bouts of lightning-induced static she was able to deduce that the storm would last a day or two.
Dismayed she slumped back onto the couch, and focused her attention on the basement door. A couple times she thought she heard agony filled screams echoing up from the lower levels and this scared her even more.
-A While Later-
"Yawn", she wasn't quite sure how long she had been sitting on the couch but she knew she was tired. "You should get some rest, it won't help you fend him off if you're fatigued" The demented doll said, 'and what if he comes up when I'm asleep, he could kill me then.'
"Oh please, he hasn't come up in hours what makes you think he'll come now?" Sickness responded. Devi didn't answer, she was too tired to.
Too Tired.
777th: screamed
A/N: well things are certainly getting interesting now aren't they? Instead of doing one of my in-between chapters next I shall instead continue this arc.