Disclaimer: I not own!
Uh..oh yeah, Lisa says hi! ^_^ And yes, she DID supply some of the ideas for this. I have not done a writey session w/ her in..a week! Gasp! But, she supplies with her ideas quite well. I like the way this story is coming.
OK, sorry I haven't written. I was grounded for a week. *shudder* Eeeevil parentage of mine! These parents.they took away everything! Even my writey juice! *sob* Why is fate so cruel!? *dies from heartbreak*
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Devi tumbled backwards onto the floor under Nny's weight, with a small shriek. Nny pinned her to the ground by her shoulders and gave a sadistic smile.
"Hello Devi," he said unpleasantly, the knife in his hand glinting, the blade pressing lightly against Devi's shoulder. Nny gave a quick swipe with the knife. It came close to her face, but she shifted her head quickly away and seized his wrists tightly as he attempted to strike once more.
"Johnny you fucking psychopath!" Devi shrieked, clutching his wrists for her life as he wrenched his arms around violently, trying to free them.
"Well, you're a bitch!" Nny snarled in blinded fury, freeing his wrists from her grip with a yank and stabbing at her. The blade lightly nicked her shoulder, but before he could do any further damage she flung all her weight upward, forcing Nny backwards onto the floor in her former position, and she flung herself onto his chest, where she pinned his hands to the ground by sinking her nails into his wrists. They broke the skin slightly, and she smiled in sadistic pleasure at his pain and pushed her knees into his throat. He gagged and twisted his head around, but couldn't escape.
Nny gasped for breath and began to turn red with lack of oxygen. Devi chuckled.
"Not so high and mighty now, are we?" she asked, digging her nails harder into his skin.
Nny writhed helplessly beneath her, finally lifting his legs weakly and slamming his knee into her back as hard as he could. She flew forward and laded on his face, smothering him unintentionally with her stomach. His hands now free, Nny shoved her onto the floor quickly. She sat up, and he sent a hard kick into her torso. Devi sailed backwards and slammed into the side of the bathtub, her head hitting its hard surface with a loud crack.
"Fuck," Devi growled, sitting up dazedly. She dove at Nny once more, but a hard punch into her face subdued her momentarily, and she tasted blood. She fought back at him once more in an attempt to strike him with a fist, and the knife flew forward and pierced her throat, tearing a trench. She didn't even notice and lunged at him once again, hitting him with a good punch in the jaw but suddenly realizing the pain in her throat and fell backwards, landing on her back on the tile. She put her hands to her throat and they glistened with blood. "You shit!" she directed at Nny.
Nny sat still, panting with adrenaline and the exertion of the battle. He said nothing. Devi touched her throat once more, and evidently the bleeding hadn't slowed. She offered him no further insults, and he gave no recognition that she was there. They ignored each other.
Several minutes had passed before either of them made any movement to speak.
"Um...Johnny?" Devi asked grudgingly.
"Yes?" Nny asked her coldly.
"I'm..I'm losing a lot of blood," Devi said nervously, hand once more reaching her throat.
Nny was quiet for a moment as he studied her throat. Quite a lot of blood had collected on her throat and down the top of her shirtfront.
"Yeah you are," he said thoughtfully, a hand on his chin.
"So are...we going to do anything about this?" she asked nervously, because in some very twisted way she was asking for help from him, in an implied manner.
Nny paused. Would he help her? He could allow her to die. He hadn't pierced any tubes in her throat, and he didn't think there were any arteries hit. But the wound was deep enough that in a long enough amount of time, she would eventually bleed to death. He was so close to killing her. He could let her die inactively, just watching her suffer. Would he let her bleed to death, he wondered? He was unsure if he was cold enough.
Eventually, his humane side won over, feeling some compassion for her, since he knew what she would have to go through bleeding to death (it had, after all, happened to him)
"Yes, we are," he said finally with a soft sigh. He moved over to the cupboard and dug out a thick bandage and yet more washcloths. "But I'm only doing this because I need your help," he said.
"With what?" Devi asked.
"We need to figure out what the hell is going on with that voice and your eyes and everything," Nny said. And then he scooted over nearer to her and sat cross legged on the floor. He lifted her head and rested it on his knee. "Um..let's see," Nny said, grabbing a washcloth. Devi was extremely tense, which was obvious at the way she was lying rigid. He sighed in slight annoyance. "It's OK Devi. I'm not going to hurt you again," he said in as gently a manner as he could. Devi scoffed.
"Sure. Like I would trust anything you say," she said, rolling her eyes. Nny thought of making a smartassed comment but decided against it and instead stayed silent, taking a washcloth and wiping some on the blood from the wound, but it returned. He gave a frustrated moan and grabbed a large towel. He wrapped it tightly around her neck as a tourniquet. Devi lay unspeaking, staring up at him warily. And it dawned on Nny how completely helpless she was at the moment. Like a baby bird in his cupped hands. One that he could drop and kill at any moment if he chose. He was in complete control of her life. And he wasn't even going to kill her. He would have felt a little bit good about this if it weren't for the fact that he was only doing this so they could unravel the mystery of the fucking creepy disembodied voice.
Devi lay and allowed him to attempt to stop the bleeding. "You better not be planning to kill me," she said with a slightly impish half smile. And for just a moment Nny thought he saw a side of Devi he remembered from before they had become opponents, when they had just barely met. When he had actually thought of her as maybe more than just a simple acquaintance..
He quickly shook this off and resumed work on the wound.
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Yay! I did another chapter! ^_^
Uh..oh yeah, Lisa says hi! ^_^ And yes, she DID supply some of the ideas for this. I have not done a writey session w/ her in..a week! Gasp! But, she supplies with her ideas quite well. I like the way this story is coming.
OK, sorry I haven't written. I was grounded for a week. *shudder* Eeeevil parentage of mine! These parents.they took away everything! Even my writey juice! *sob* Why is fate so cruel!? *dies from heartbreak*
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Devi tumbled backwards onto the floor under Nny's weight, with a small shriek. Nny pinned her to the ground by her shoulders and gave a sadistic smile.
"Hello Devi," he said unpleasantly, the knife in his hand glinting, the blade pressing lightly against Devi's shoulder. Nny gave a quick swipe with the knife. It came close to her face, but she shifted her head quickly away and seized his wrists tightly as he attempted to strike once more.
"Johnny you fucking psychopath!" Devi shrieked, clutching his wrists for her life as he wrenched his arms around violently, trying to free them.
"Well, you're a bitch!" Nny snarled in blinded fury, freeing his wrists from her grip with a yank and stabbing at her. The blade lightly nicked her shoulder, but before he could do any further damage she flung all her weight upward, forcing Nny backwards onto the floor in her former position, and she flung herself onto his chest, where she pinned his hands to the ground by sinking her nails into his wrists. They broke the skin slightly, and she smiled in sadistic pleasure at his pain and pushed her knees into his throat. He gagged and twisted his head around, but couldn't escape.
Nny gasped for breath and began to turn red with lack of oxygen. Devi chuckled.
"Not so high and mighty now, are we?" she asked, digging her nails harder into his skin.
Nny writhed helplessly beneath her, finally lifting his legs weakly and slamming his knee into her back as hard as he could. She flew forward and laded on his face, smothering him unintentionally with her stomach. His hands now free, Nny shoved her onto the floor quickly. She sat up, and he sent a hard kick into her torso. Devi sailed backwards and slammed into the side of the bathtub, her head hitting its hard surface with a loud crack.
"Fuck," Devi growled, sitting up dazedly. She dove at Nny once more, but a hard punch into her face subdued her momentarily, and she tasted blood. She fought back at him once more in an attempt to strike him with a fist, and the knife flew forward and pierced her throat, tearing a trench. She didn't even notice and lunged at him once again, hitting him with a good punch in the jaw but suddenly realizing the pain in her throat and fell backwards, landing on her back on the tile. She put her hands to her throat and they glistened with blood. "You shit!" she directed at Nny.
Nny sat still, panting with adrenaline and the exertion of the battle. He said nothing. Devi touched her throat once more, and evidently the bleeding hadn't slowed. She offered him no further insults, and he gave no recognition that she was there. They ignored each other.
Several minutes had passed before either of them made any movement to speak.
"Um...Johnny?" Devi asked grudgingly.
"Yes?" Nny asked her coldly.
"I'm..I'm losing a lot of blood," Devi said nervously, hand once more reaching her throat.
Nny was quiet for a moment as he studied her throat. Quite a lot of blood had collected on her throat and down the top of her shirtfront.
"Yeah you are," he said thoughtfully, a hand on his chin.
"So are...we going to do anything about this?" she asked nervously, because in some very twisted way she was asking for help from him, in an implied manner.
Nny paused. Would he help her? He could allow her to die. He hadn't pierced any tubes in her throat, and he didn't think there were any arteries hit. But the wound was deep enough that in a long enough amount of time, she would eventually bleed to death. He was so close to killing her. He could let her die inactively, just watching her suffer. Would he let her bleed to death, he wondered? He was unsure if he was cold enough.
Eventually, his humane side won over, feeling some compassion for her, since he knew what she would have to go through bleeding to death (it had, after all, happened to him)
"Yes, we are," he said finally with a soft sigh. He moved over to the cupboard and dug out a thick bandage and yet more washcloths. "But I'm only doing this because I need your help," he said.
"With what?" Devi asked.
"We need to figure out what the hell is going on with that voice and your eyes and everything," Nny said. And then he scooted over nearer to her and sat cross legged on the floor. He lifted her head and rested it on his knee. "Um..let's see," Nny said, grabbing a washcloth. Devi was extremely tense, which was obvious at the way she was lying rigid. He sighed in slight annoyance. "It's OK Devi. I'm not going to hurt you again," he said in as gently a manner as he could. Devi scoffed.
"Sure. Like I would trust anything you say," she said, rolling her eyes. Nny thought of making a smartassed comment but decided against it and instead stayed silent, taking a washcloth and wiping some on the blood from the wound, but it returned. He gave a frustrated moan and grabbed a large towel. He wrapped it tightly around her neck as a tourniquet. Devi lay unspeaking, staring up at him warily. And it dawned on Nny how completely helpless she was at the moment. Like a baby bird in his cupped hands. One that he could drop and kill at any moment if he chose. He was in complete control of her life. And he wasn't even going to kill her. He would have felt a little bit good about this if it weren't for the fact that he was only doing this so they could unravel the mystery of the fucking creepy disembodied voice.
Devi lay and allowed him to attempt to stop the bleeding. "You better not be planning to kill me," she said with a slightly impish half smile. And for just a moment Nny thought he saw a side of Devi he remembered from before they had become opponents, when they had just barely met. When he had actually thought of her as maybe more than just a simple acquaintance..
He quickly shook this off and resumed work on the wound.
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Yay! I did another chapter! ^_^