Chapter 49: Blood & Movies
A/N: Sausage, money, diamonds, and pudding; all things that go better with blood than a night at the movie theater…
As Johnny walked down the stairs in his torture cellar he thought about his day up to this point. He had actually been feeling pretty good, he had tortured some assholes, watched Scumby, and ate Skettio's. It had all really gone south when he attempted to go out for a brain freezy. In his disturbingly happy mood he had actually given into a bum's attempts to solicit money. In reality he had only really done this to see what the hobo would do with it, so imagine his anger when he saw the disheveled man walk right into a liquor store.
And that is what brought him to his present situation. Upon exiting the alcohol vendor the man found his booze torn from his hand just before Johnny bashed his head in with the bottle. The maniac had then drained the vagrant of all his blood while onlookers did what most people would do while witnessing a brutal murder. Nny grunted as he set the twin buckets of hobo-blood down in front of the wall. He then grabbed a paint brush and stared at the blood covered spiritual septic tank that he absolutely despised for a few moments.
After coating the wall in blood that was, in all likelihood, mostly cheap alcohol he began to notice a horrific rotting smell. While this was typical in the basement of horrors this particular smell seemed to be unusually close. He followed the smell into a deeper level, where he found the partially rotted body of a strait-jacketed woman. Clearly not getting any blood from her he grabbed the straps of the jacket and began dragging her towards the furnace of his house, where he would often dispose of bodies when he did not feel like going out.
After burning the body and pondering where all the smoke from the immense heating unit went he wandered around the house a bit before finding himself in the tunnel that lead to Squee's basement. Soon after he found himself sitting on the couch in the kid's basement just contemplating what to do. "Hey Nny, how about you try going out again?" Meat asked from the coffee table. "And what do you suggest I do?" the irate murderer asked of the ceramic statue. "Get the brain freezy you forgot about, look for Squee, see a movie" the statue rambled off some suggestions.
"I already found Squee, remember? He's living with Devi" the maniac sadly stated. "Well then that's a good thing!" the advice giving rabbits head stated. "And how exactly is that good?" the maniac turned to the floating cranium. "Well he was the one who suggested you apologize, and you have done some pretty crazy things in front of him, that would at least show you weren't in your right mind when you attacked" Nail Bunny elaborated. "Yeah! Well I've also killed in front of him to! So how is that going to help?" the crazed man rambled on as he grabbed the nearly forgotten laptop from under the table.
Johnny logged onto the computer, making a mental note to change the password, and searched for a theater's website. A few minutes of searching brought up the desired results, a list of all the movies playing ant The Cinema. After scrolling past romantic comedies, action movies, and a couple normal romance films he found the classic films that were being displayed that night. Eventually selecting "Psycho" he realized that he did not have much time to get there before the movie started, and thus fled out of the Casil's front door and into his garage.
Devi's POV
Devi sat on a bench staring at the latest cover art she had been assigned to do. "What's wrong? I think it looks pretty good" Sickness stated from her seat next to Devi. "What's wrong is it's not exactly original, or mine!" Devi complained as she turned to the doll. "It's original enough that they'll pay you for it" the doll pointed out. "That's not the point!" she half-shouted, not wanting to awake Squee. "Who cares? Now that it's done maybe you can get out of this tomb of an apartment" Sickness was particularly annoying tonight.
After a few minutes of angry glaring and contemplation Devi spoke. "If I go out, would you please just stay in here?" Devi did not expect what was coming next. "Mmmm….Okay!" Sicknesses answer came rather quickly. "Ummm…uh…what?" Devi was incredibly confused at the demon dolls sudden compliance. "I'll stay, I pwomise!" the doll purposefully mispronounced the last word for some odd reason. "Well, okay then…" unsure as to how to deal with this Devi just walked out of the studio and quietly snuck into the living room.
She stood for a while before her apartment door, unsure of what exactly to do, before remembering that The Cinema was having a showing of "Psycho". Hence she decided that in addition to her wanting to see that film, the dark theater would be a perfect place to hide from the cops.
Johnny's POV
He took his spot in the semi-darkened theater, taking care to keep away from other humans. For the few minutes before the film he sat there sipping on the brain freezy he had brought to the theater. As the lights dimmed he heard the theaters door open as one final straggler entered, not that he cared he just wanted to see the film. For the most part he was surprised, no one was attempting to disrupt his viewing experience. Taking this for granted he calmed as he watched the first portion of the film in relative peace.
BZZZT! BZZZT! BZZZT!
He glanced around the theater and eventually found that the sound was some guy's cell phone, the buzzing soon stopped and Nny slipped the blade he had taken out back into his boot. He, along with the other occupants soon found out that the buzzing had not stopped because he turned the phone off, but because he had answered it. "Yeah, yeah I'm at the theater now" the guy was attempting, and failing, to speak in a hushed voice.
"No that was sold out, yes I know you wanted to see it, but for some bizarre reason they wouldn't let me buy two tickets" the guys excuse was pathetic, it really was. He thankfully stopped talking for a while; however, his voice was replaced with that of the woman on the other end. "Oh, oh, come now, don't be like that!" the guy exclaimed as silently as he could. "Okay how about this, I will tell you what's going on….okay well here it goes" the guy ignored the groans emanating from the rest of the audience.
"Well, there's this chick, she's in the shower…..creepy shadow figure holding a knife" the man somehow did not feel the numerous sets of eyes attempting to bore into his soul. "What? No I can't see anything….though I wish I could….that was a joke honey, I swear" though he could not feel the murderous stares, Johnny was sure he would feel the very murderous dagger. However, at that moment a small hissing, like a lit fuse, could be heard coming from somewhere else in the theater just before a small light flew through the air and into the man's lap.
POP!
A small puff of smoke could be seen rising from the man's spot as he fell to the ground. After a few moments of angrily cursing at his excuses the dude's girlfriend broke up with him, and then mercifully hung up. The rest of the movie goer's completely ignored the man's meek agonized moans and went back to watching the film. Though happy that the disturbance was over, Johnny was rather sad that he had not ended it himself. His regret was quickly forgotten as he went back to watching the film.
Devi's POV
She just sat there, she had absolutely no clue how that firecracker had ended up in her pocket. She was, however, oddly happy that it was there, otherwise she would have had to listen to him throughout the entire film. She soon settled down and enjoyed the rest of the film in relative peace. When the film came to its conclusion she was actually fairly tired and thus decided to return to her apartment. She stopped off at the concession stand to purchase some form of unhealthy snack for the ride home and then headed for the parking lot.
As she walked closer to her car she soon began to feel as if she were being followed. Dismissing this as spooky doll induced paranoia she got into her mode of transportation and ignited the internal combustion engine. By the time she was approximately a block away from the theater she attempted to explain the fear as the silver pickup that was following the same route as her. She thus explained away the fear as the other vehicle turned down a different street. However, this security only lasted up until she exited the vehicle into her apartment complexes parking lot.
As she walked along the darkened driveways between rows of vacant vehicles her fear began to increase dramatically. "Who's there!" she shouted as she whirled around in the dark, holding a knife out before her, threatening the night. Backing up slowly she did not take her eyes off the blackness in front of her until she had halved the distance between the complex and herself. At which point she broke into an all-out sprint. She barged past the front desk, practically flew up the stairs, un-latched all the deadbolts on her door in under a second. Once inside she re-latched the deadbolts and flipped on the kitchen and living room lights, checking to make sure no one had invaded her house.
Johnny's POV
Johnny stood there, out in the parking lot, staring up at the lit window for several hours until it went out. He had no idea Devi was at the theater until he had spotted her leaving the same room that he had been in. In this matter he wished to thank whomever had brought firecrackers to the movies, they spared him killing in front of her, or worse. "Why the fuck am I here?" the killer contemplated out loud as he walked back to his cleverly hidden vehicle.
"Well it's probably the feelings you harbor for that girl" Rev. Meat pondered from the dashboard. "Mmyep, probably" the maniac stated rather bluntly as he started the car. "What? Now come back? No rant about not feeling emotion! Who are you! And what have you done with the real Johnny!" the ceramic statue joked as the pulled out of the parking lot.
