Friendly Author's Note: Well here it is: Part Two! You are excited, yes?
Hope you like it, but I really didn't feel like losing sleep over this
thing, so excuse some of the less developed areas. Oh, and the reoccurring
characters and ideas on this page originated from the work of the world
wonder, Jhonen Vasquez! Without him, you wouldn't be reading this today
and I wouldn't be a homicidal- oh wait… I've said to much! Argh, just read
dammit. READ!!!
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Tenna and Devi had driven a long way, having gotten lost several times. (A few months is a long time to avoid a person and forget where they live.) Devi was shaken as she stepped out of the car, facing the run down little place, made of what looked like scrap wood. Every window broken, and ominous signs left lying on the loose soil surrounding the place. She looked around to see that the houses next to his were ramshackle as well. "Remind me, what made me want to come here on our date? …Well, it was night. I probably wasn't paying enough attention." She rang the bell, surprised to hear a blood curdling inhuman shriek. She stepped back a little. "Oh no…" The door pushed open itself. It must have been unlocked. Or broken like everything else was now.
"I'll just wait here for you… Nothing personal, but this place is kinda… scary," Tenna commented from inside the car.
'True.' Devi thought to herself. The place was in shambles. The TV lay broken on the ground. Some knives were cluttered near a box full of torture restrains and Christmas ornaments. 'How charming.' She continued walking forward. "Johnny? Nny? Are you here? Answer me! Please…?" She noticed a stairway. Cautiously she stepped on the dry crackling wood. It was almost pitch black until she reached the bottom. Nothing on that floor but an empty knife wrack and some strange looking restraints attached to the walls. Also hanging around were movie posters for Aliens and Hellraiser. Some strange dark red splatters covered the walls and ceiling. She got the chills, then noticed another stairway leading down. She began running. Each floor she stumbled upon looked more and more sick and twisted. Some rooms were small and secluding, consisting of one large sinister device adorned in blades, spikes, restraints, levers, wiring, and switches labeled "fun." She finally reached the final floor. There was almost nothing there. Just a room with wooden racks and holders just tall enough to tie a person into. She felt like she had just covered at least fifteen stairways. Her mind was screaming, and she started to make her way back up in haste.
Just as she was reaching the top, retracing her steps, she noticed on one of the upper floors a dimly lit room she had ignored and passed by on her way down. In the back there was a wall. It was surrounded by paint cans and paint brushes. Everything stained in red. A dry bloody wall full of cracks and holes. "So that's what happened to all those people… found drained of their blood… he paints his wall with it?" She remembered that! On the news that story was quite popular. And now she knew who the killer was. And now before her was a wall of human blood and entrails. Devi started to feel uncontrollably sick. She fell to her knees and threw up. Her body was forced to ignore the footsteps she heard from behind.
"Devi?! Arg, that can't feel too good. Hold on, let me help." Tenna had followed her. It was a good thing this time, as Tenna helped Devi stand up. With Devi's hand on Tenna's shoulder, her other hand wrapped around her own stomach, they started to leave. Suddenly, they heard the door open and shut. Tenna's eyes widened. "Oh shit!" She yelled out loud. Only afterwards she realized her mistake.
"Who the hell-?" Johnny exclaimed, hearing a voice and the clattering on the stairs. He slipped out a small blade from his boot and faced the shadowy figures that were clambering up. "Who…? Huh?!" Nny looked at the second girl behind Tenna. He stepped back, dropping his arms to the sides.
"You're him?! That 'knee' person?" Tenna inquired loudly. "Wow! I've never met a real psycho before!"
Nny ignored her, focusing his attention on the last person that he had expected to find inside of his house. "Devi?! What are you doing…?! Why are you…?!" He stammered, lost on what to say.
Devi let go of Tenna's shoulder and approached him. She looked at him furiously for a moment. He looked back at her puzzled. She then lashed out, punching his left cheek, nearly knocking him down. "You sick little fuck!"
Nny staggered backwards a few steps, then regained his balance. He narrowed his eyes, then turned away from her. "I don't recall inviting you. I just came back to get something here. I'll be leaving in a few moments. Feel free to do the same." He started to descend down the stairs.
"Wait!" Devi shouted with an angry tone. "I came here to talk to you!"
Nny stopped a moment. "About what?"
"I wanted to… just talk…" she rambled on, unsure of herself. She followed him down, suddenly not as frightened but still feeling sick. "So, what did you forget here?"
"A couple of movie posters. I knew coming back here just for them was a bad idea. So, you've seen the place…?" he mumbled nervously. Devi said nothing. "And you probably have me figured out…"
"I don't think even God could figure you out."
"I dunno. He wouldn't answer any of my questions. Euh, never mind that."
Devi raised her eyebrow. "Um, Nny, can I ask you something?"
"…All right." He grabbed the step stool from the other side of the room and dragged it to the wall where one of the posters was hung high up.
"What happened that… that you became so…"
Nny froze a moment. "…I don't know."
"But you said you remembered that there was a time when your creativity was present through your work. You're art. You never showed me, though. Wasn't that true?"
"All I have left are those old paintings. No memories. No ability to recreate that talent. Part of my mind tells me that I was a different, more intelligent person. But now it just feels like something tapped into my brain and stole all that… You wouldn't understand it. I don't even." Nny found the room with the posters and looked up at them, thinking about his conversation with Nail Bunny and the paintings that were stashed away in his car.
"You'd be surprised," she replied, folding her arms and leaning against the wall.
Nny started ripping the posters from the wall and rolled them up.
As she spoke, Devi helped, taking down the posters on the other side of the room. "Nny… I think there is something I should tell you."
Nny paused a moment, listening intently.
"Sickness, this thing I created in my mind… she told me that you lead her to me. I don't know for sure what that means… but… I'm starting to think I have more in common with you than I really want to…"
"Ah." Nny rolled up the posters under his arm and walked back upstairs.
"Well?! Isn't there anything you can tell me? You can't just leave! I know you have to know something!"
Nny spun around. "Listen, I'm sorry your delusionary hell has finally caught up with you, but for whatever you want, I have NOTHING! I KNOW NOTHING!!! Don't you think I've asked myself over and over again, 'WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!' Fuck! Some people act like missing a test or losing a job is a big mistake! I've taken lives away hideously, acting as if I had no shred of remorse while my sanity was being drained and my actions manipulated! You've seen that wall, but you don't know what's behind it, do you Devi?! AND YOU WANT MY HELP?!"
"Yes, I do! Who else is ever gonna listen to a load of fucking shit like this?! You helped bring me into this state of insanity! …Nny?"
Nny continued walking out to his car. "I'm meeting a friend soon. Can we talk about this some other time?"
"Fine. Fine! So when, god dammit?!" Devi shrieked, practically in hysterics. "Don't answer that. I'll be right here tomorrow afternoon. I'll expect to see you." Devi quickly turned away.
Nny got in his car, saying nothing once more. He glared in his front mirror. His face was an unusual shade of red. "Maybe that's just from her punch." He felt nervous and uncomfortable again, like when she first asked him out. He didn't like the thought of being all giddy and scared in the midst of meeting with an intriguing girl like Devi, but after the mistakes of the past, he couldn't help but get that sickening feeling of apprehension. He started up the motor and left his house again. He hoped that maybe this time the voices wouldn't follow. He missed Nail Bunny. Even if it was just his own voice, Nail Bunny was the only one that reminded him of a better time and gave him hope. It was Nny's own fault that Nail Bunny stopped talking. He had let the Doughboys get too strong. They were gone now, back in hell with that monster from behind the wall… but Nail Bunny was gone too. He felt lonely again. "If I could talk with Nail Bunny again, what would he tell me? This shouldn't be too hard. He's my own self. The only one that remained under my control. Hmm… he'd want me to. But I'll have to be careful. I can use this to my advantage as well, I suppose. It's a shame to be so lonely. Figures, of all the lies I could have thought up, all the pathetic excuses, I just told Devi I was meeting a friend. A friend… I wish…"
He drove into night. Wasted hours turned into darkness. No where in particular. He thought of going up to that hill to overlook the city under the stars once more, but Devi knew that place well. He didn't want to face her again just yet. There was nothing he could think of to say to her. Him help her? When they first went out, he hoped it would be the other way around. If only he hadn't tried to kill her. And now she was blaming her insanity on him. His own was enough to deal with. He kept driving around the city, still with no clue of where to go. He could always stop at a restaurant or the movie theatre, but he really didn't feel like dealing with people. He finally grew sick of circling the city. He stopped the car, and parked it. He stepped out and looked around. Just some strange buildings. They all looked abandoned. He walked around a bit. He passed by an alley where light flickered. Just some group of drunks surrounding a fire set in a garbage can. One of them looked strangely familiar in a scathing way. Nny passed by them without a second thought.
"Holy fuck! After all this waiting…!" The familiar drunk left his group of half conscious numbskulls and quietly pulled something out of his tattered brown coat. With a disturbing and toothy grin on his unshaved dirty face, he followed the skinny young man as quietly as he could, recollecting the horrible expiriences he had because of that man.
Johnny was starting to feel sick to his stomach. He hated thinking about what he would be forced to do the next day. His senses suddenly heightened, as someone crept up behind him. He spun around only to feel a sharp blow and hear a loud clang before hitting the ground and losing consciousness.
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Nny awoke in a very similar position. It was the same type of position he had put others in. He could feel that his arms and legs were chained down. He was laid out eagle spread on a table. Very unimaginative. He tried to raise his head, but found that his neck was shackled down as well. He let out a soft sigh. 'So this is what that feels like.' In seconds he heard footsteps coming near him, and a disturbingly hoarse laughter. It wasn't a manic laughter, just one of spite.
"Some say forgive and forget. But that was never YOUR motto, was it, faggot?" said the familiar voice. "You didn't cut my friends a break, so I won't do that for you! You ready to taste some of your own torture, you fucker?!" He was shouting now, like a raging beast.
"I don't think I remember you. Sorry." Nny leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh you don't?! Well I remember you! Ever since that day, I've waited for this moment. You chased me. You at that 24/7 store disemboweled three of my friends and ran after me, but I got away! Now this is what the flip side is! Haaaahaaahaaa! Well, my name is Fed to let you know. You can tell all your little victims in hell that I killed you!"
Nny strained to look at him, but couldn't move his head far enough upward. "Fed, eh? So this is what you call revenge? Attacking behind the back, impersonating your nemesis and avoiding eye contact. Hmm. Yeah, I remember now. You still remind me of when you ran from your friends. You didn't seem to worry so much about them then. I guess you weren't too worried before I ran after you when you and your so-called friends spray painted 'shit eater' on my car. Not the sentiment I wanted."
"Shut up! I'm going to hurt you just like you did to them! You were asking for it when you parked that little piece of shit there, and you really asked for it when you tried to kill me, you uh… shit eater! I'm gonna make you cry you skinny little fag! I hope you don't mind some pain!" Fed took out a blade from behind his back.
Nny just shook his head.
"What?! You're not gonna cry? You're not gonna plead? Oh I'll fix that attitude!"
"No. You're probably right somehow or another. I've probably had this coming for a while now." Nny closed his eyes. "I must admit, though. I didn't know you were so fucked up in the head."
"Fine, then. Die you…. Fucker!" Fed brought the knife down, hacking into Johnny's left boot, slicing through the material, and into his flesh. Nny struggled a bit, wincing now. He tried to focus his mind on the coldness, the state of feeling nothing once more. Another slice up his shin to his knee. He bit his lip trying to picture that moon he once saw, the pale glowing light in the darkness. The only sounds he could hear was the ripping of his flesh as the raging drunk tore the knife through it. "Johnny, Johnny, you shit. You thought no one would ever take you down. Now are you better than me? Huh, huh?!" He ripped the knife away. Johnny opened his eyes to see Fed hovering over him. The enemies glared at each other, both relentlessly. Fed dangled the knife in front of Johnny's face. "How do you like it? Huh? This is your blood this time, sucka!"
"So it is…." Nny muttered hoarsely, his eyes tightly shut.
"Maybe I should gauge your eyes out now! How would you like that? Then I'll cut out your tongue and rip out your organs. The I can force you to admit that you're just a hopeless fucking little shit!"
"If you cut out my tongue, how do you expect me to admit anything?" Johnny murmured flatly.
"Don't play smart ass with me!" He then slammed the point of the blade into Johnny's stomach. Johnny let out a cry of pain, and his muscles tensed all at once. Fed brought it back out gingerly, as if aggravated by his actions. "Oops. Wouldn't want to kill you too soon!"
Johnny's face distorted in pain. Fed smiled and then twisted the knife in the upper area of the wound and twisted it, peeling the surrounding skin and flesh upward. Johnny's breathing increased rapidly.
Fed laughed. "What's the matter? Not gonna let it out and scream again? Stubborn little-"
"…Fucker? …Shit? …Sucker? …You overuse those …words…" Johnny whispered. He tugged a bit with his arms, trying to slightly adjust his position. He then winced at the shots of pain from the open orifice in his stomach. Fed began to cut upwards, making a slit from the wound up to his upper chest. He laughed a maniacal laugh, fixated on causing pain just to cause pain. Revenge was always sweet to the ignorant.
The urge to scream or cry out was dying down. The pain was starting to fade now. Nny didn't understand at first. But then he realized; he was going numb. He was dying. "Shit," he thought. It seemed he had just been reincarnated, and now he was being killed by a shadow of his former life. He didn't want to die. He still didn't have the answers he wanted. He still didn't know himself well enough. But it was inevitable. He was going to die. It would be there, in front of that pathetic excuse for a person, of course. But he had made it. Fed's idea of revenge was foiled. Johnny was gonna die and leave him with nothing but a bloody worthless corpse. No more crying or screaming. No more thoughts. Nny closed his eyes again. He couldn't feel anything now. The sounds felt far away. He was upset. Unhappy. But he wasn't scared now. He smiled. Just a little, and pictured Devi. She was just like him, eh? Wasn't life screwy… It was dark. The sounds were fading… system… d o w n…
"Dammit! Stop smiling! Fuck!" Fed stabbed the knife into Johnny's face, driving it deep between the blank eyes. He gauged them out and ripped at the hair, enraged that he had let the killer die too soon. "…shit. YOU SHIT!!!" Enraged, Fed ripped the restraints apart and flung the limp and mangled body against the wall. He stomped upstairs, turning the basement light off.
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Nny's house was as empty as ever. Devi sat just out on the concrete path, waiting for Johnny to come. She had been sitting there for hours, thinking about how stupid she was to keep waiting like a fool. The sun set below the horizon, and a sudden blanket of winter's darkness enveloped her. She stood up, looking at her watch. "Fuck."
Devi leaned back against the wall of her apartment. It was two days after their scheduled date. She couldn't help but hate Johnny for leaving her there. "I just don't get it, Ten. He said he'd meet me there. Do you think he… doesn't care after all? I was hoping he could help me… But he wasn't there. Do you think something happened?"
"Maybe he got scared. I mean, you said it, he has issues. Maybe he just wasn't ready to be out with anyone." Tenna suggested, upset to see Devi so frantic inside. "She carries such a burden. I wish I knew what to say."
"Kills… Never gets caught…. Never gets…. Phone! That's it! He always used to call, and when I called and hoped he wouldn't answer, he did! He's always there. He's always been there." Devi picked up her portable. She quickly dialed the number, than waited uncomfortably. It rang once. Twice. Thrice. She let out a sigh. It kept ringing. No answer. "Why would he run away from me? Oh, Tenna. I thought he still cared… How could he be such a coward?"
"Devi…" Tenna whispered sympathetically. To her, Devi looked delirious.
She pressed the off button. "S-so he's not home. Someday he'll be back. I'll just try again later. Tenna, I really need to finish this painting, so please leave now. I'll see you tomorrow, maybe."
"Fine… I'll leave you alone. Just, remember, no more evil dollies, kay? And if anything else goes wrong, please let me know!"
"Okay," she replied. She watched sadly as her friend left, wondering if it was a mistake to keep sending her away like that.
* Devi, do you really think I can be gotten rid of just like that? What do you really expect that slave to do for you? *
"I don't know, but it has to be more productive than listening to your sick voice. Know this, I will shut you up, Sickness!"
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MEANWHILE: ( Johnny's Past-times in the Past! Wee-Hoo!
Author's Note: I recognize that some in the audience may be missing the usual antics of our favorite homicidal villain here, Nny. Plus, there's been a sudden serge of death causing a delay in the regularly scheduled fanfic. So to keep you entertained while Johnny is waiting in the abyss of nothingness, here is an audio tape recording of one of Johnny's less recent killings!
Pushes 'play'
Random Asshole: No please! You don't know what you're doing! Just let me go and I promise not to use the word faggot ever again! Please? I promise! I promise!
Johnny: People really need to learn some of the more fundamental lessons of life. One of them being, well, keeping aware of the consequences. If you really valued your life, did you ever think that it might have been rude to talk shit to your friends about a stranger like me?
Random Asshole: Well gawd, you're a skinny little freak! You were just asking for it! I mean, who doesn't call you a fag? You look like a fag! And you dress all fucked up too! Wait… I'm not helping myself am I?
Johnny: No. You're not. I'm gonna start the machine now, so let me know if it's not painful enough. It should be excruciatingly unbearable.
Random Asshole: Gulp
Clanking sound followed by a steady buzzing
Random Asshole: No! NO!!! STOP!!! ARGH! PLEASE STOP! I PROMISE!!! AUGH!!! Ugh… AIEEEEEEEEE!!! (Author's Note: Don't look at me! I don't know what the hell was going on there! Yeesh.)
Cracking and shredding sounds
Random Asshole: GYAAAAAH!!! URRRRRRGH!!! ST-STOP!!! N-N-NOOOOOOO! AH! OWWWWWW!!!! KYA!!! YOU FUCKER!!! AGH!! AUGGGGGH!!!! JEEZUS NO! GYUUUUH! FRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!
Johnny: Insert insane laughter here
Random Asshole: UGH!!! Guuurrrrgle….. cough…. Hack… choke…
Final ripping noise
Johnny: See, that wasn't so bad.
Turns off player
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Author's Note: See, wasn't that fun? Unfortunately, you'll still hafta wait another eternity to see what happens to poor Nny. But written in our next chapter is one of an infinite number of possible results. And remember: *Chibi Nnie marches across page with a little sign R/R sign*
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Tenna and Devi had driven a long way, having gotten lost several times. (A few months is a long time to avoid a person and forget where they live.) Devi was shaken as she stepped out of the car, facing the run down little place, made of what looked like scrap wood. Every window broken, and ominous signs left lying on the loose soil surrounding the place. She looked around to see that the houses next to his were ramshackle as well. "Remind me, what made me want to come here on our date? …Well, it was night. I probably wasn't paying enough attention." She rang the bell, surprised to hear a blood curdling inhuman shriek. She stepped back a little. "Oh no…" The door pushed open itself. It must have been unlocked. Or broken like everything else was now.
"I'll just wait here for you… Nothing personal, but this place is kinda… scary," Tenna commented from inside the car.
'True.' Devi thought to herself. The place was in shambles. The TV lay broken on the ground. Some knives were cluttered near a box full of torture restrains and Christmas ornaments. 'How charming.' She continued walking forward. "Johnny? Nny? Are you here? Answer me! Please…?" She noticed a stairway. Cautiously she stepped on the dry crackling wood. It was almost pitch black until she reached the bottom. Nothing on that floor but an empty knife wrack and some strange looking restraints attached to the walls. Also hanging around were movie posters for Aliens and Hellraiser. Some strange dark red splatters covered the walls and ceiling. She got the chills, then noticed another stairway leading down. She began running. Each floor she stumbled upon looked more and more sick and twisted. Some rooms were small and secluding, consisting of one large sinister device adorned in blades, spikes, restraints, levers, wiring, and switches labeled "fun." She finally reached the final floor. There was almost nothing there. Just a room with wooden racks and holders just tall enough to tie a person into. She felt like she had just covered at least fifteen stairways. Her mind was screaming, and she started to make her way back up in haste.
Just as she was reaching the top, retracing her steps, she noticed on one of the upper floors a dimly lit room she had ignored and passed by on her way down. In the back there was a wall. It was surrounded by paint cans and paint brushes. Everything stained in red. A dry bloody wall full of cracks and holes. "So that's what happened to all those people… found drained of their blood… he paints his wall with it?" She remembered that! On the news that story was quite popular. And now she knew who the killer was. And now before her was a wall of human blood and entrails. Devi started to feel uncontrollably sick. She fell to her knees and threw up. Her body was forced to ignore the footsteps she heard from behind.
"Devi?! Arg, that can't feel too good. Hold on, let me help." Tenna had followed her. It was a good thing this time, as Tenna helped Devi stand up. With Devi's hand on Tenna's shoulder, her other hand wrapped around her own stomach, they started to leave. Suddenly, they heard the door open and shut. Tenna's eyes widened. "Oh shit!" She yelled out loud. Only afterwards she realized her mistake.
"Who the hell-?" Johnny exclaimed, hearing a voice and the clattering on the stairs. He slipped out a small blade from his boot and faced the shadowy figures that were clambering up. "Who…? Huh?!" Nny looked at the second girl behind Tenna. He stepped back, dropping his arms to the sides.
"You're him?! That 'knee' person?" Tenna inquired loudly. "Wow! I've never met a real psycho before!"
Nny ignored her, focusing his attention on the last person that he had expected to find inside of his house. "Devi?! What are you doing…?! Why are you…?!" He stammered, lost on what to say.
Devi let go of Tenna's shoulder and approached him. She looked at him furiously for a moment. He looked back at her puzzled. She then lashed out, punching his left cheek, nearly knocking him down. "You sick little fuck!"
Nny staggered backwards a few steps, then regained his balance. He narrowed his eyes, then turned away from her. "I don't recall inviting you. I just came back to get something here. I'll be leaving in a few moments. Feel free to do the same." He started to descend down the stairs.
"Wait!" Devi shouted with an angry tone. "I came here to talk to you!"
Nny stopped a moment. "About what?"
"I wanted to… just talk…" she rambled on, unsure of herself. She followed him down, suddenly not as frightened but still feeling sick. "So, what did you forget here?"
"A couple of movie posters. I knew coming back here just for them was a bad idea. So, you've seen the place…?" he mumbled nervously. Devi said nothing. "And you probably have me figured out…"
"I don't think even God could figure you out."
"I dunno. He wouldn't answer any of my questions. Euh, never mind that."
Devi raised her eyebrow. "Um, Nny, can I ask you something?"
"…All right." He grabbed the step stool from the other side of the room and dragged it to the wall where one of the posters was hung high up.
"What happened that… that you became so…"
Nny froze a moment. "…I don't know."
"But you said you remembered that there was a time when your creativity was present through your work. You're art. You never showed me, though. Wasn't that true?"
"All I have left are those old paintings. No memories. No ability to recreate that talent. Part of my mind tells me that I was a different, more intelligent person. But now it just feels like something tapped into my brain and stole all that… You wouldn't understand it. I don't even." Nny found the room with the posters and looked up at them, thinking about his conversation with Nail Bunny and the paintings that were stashed away in his car.
"You'd be surprised," she replied, folding her arms and leaning against the wall.
Nny started ripping the posters from the wall and rolled them up.
As she spoke, Devi helped, taking down the posters on the other side of the room. "Nny… I think there is something I should tell you."
Nny paused a moment, listening intently.
"Sickness, this thing I created in my mind… she told me that you lead her to me. I don't know for sure what that means… but… I'm starting to think I have more in common with you than I really want to…"
"Ah." Nny rolled up the posters under his arm and walked back upstairs.
"Well?! Isn't there anything you can tell me? You can't just leave! I know you have to know something!"
Nny spun around. "Listen, I'm sorry your delusionary hell has finally caught up with you, but for whatever you want, I have NOTHING! I KNOW NOTHING!!! Don't you think I've asked myself over and over again, 'WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!' Fuck! Some people act like missing a test or losing a job is a big mistake! I've taken lives away hideously, acting as if I had no shred of remorse while my sanity was being drained and my actions manipulated! You've seen that wall, but you don't know what's behind it, do you Devi?! AND YOU WANT MY HELP?!"
"Yes, I do! Who else is ever gonna listen to a load of fucking shit like this?! You helped bring me into this state of insanity! …Nny?"
Nny continued walking out to his car. "I'm meeting a friend soon. Can we talk about this some other time?"
"Fine. Fine! So when, god dammit?!" Devi shrieked, practically in hysterics. "Don't answer that. I'll be right here tomorrow afternoon. I'll expect to see you." Devi quickly turned away.
Nny got in his car, saying nothing once more. He glared in his front mirror. His face was an unusual shade of red. "Maybe that's just from her punch." He felt nervous and uncomfortable again, like when she first asked him out. He didn't like the thought of being all giddy and scared in the midst of meeting with an intriguing girl like Devi, but after the mistakes of the past, he couldn't help but get that sickening feeling of apprehension. He started up the motor and left his house again. He hoped that maybe this time the voices wouldn't follow. He missed Nail Bunny. Even if it was just his own voice, Nail Bunny was the only one that reminded him of a better time and gave him hope. It was Nny's own fault that Nail Bunny stopped talking. He had let the Doughboys get too strong. They were gone now, back in hell with that monster from behind the wall… but Nail Bunny was gone too. He felt lonely again. "If I could talk with Nail Bunny again, what would he tell me? This shouldn't be too hard. He's my own self. The only one that remained under my control. Hmm… he'd want me to. But I'll have to be careful. I can use this to my advantage as well, I suppose. It's a shame to be so lonely. Figures, of all the lies I could have thought up, all the pathetic excuses, I just told Devi I was meeting a friend. A friend… I wish…"
He drove into night. Wasted hours turned into darkness. No where in particular. He thought of going up to that hill to overlook the city under the stars once more, but Devi knew that place well. He didn't want to face her again just yet. There was nothing he could think of to say to her. Him help her? When they first went out, he hoped it would be the other way around. If only he hadn't tried to kill her. And now she was blaming her insanity on him. His own was enough to deal with. He kept driving around the city, still with no clue of where to go. He could always stop at a restaurant or the movie theatre, but he really didn't feel like dealing with people. He finally grew sick of circling the city. He stopped the car, and parked it. He stepped out and looked around. Just some strange buildings. They all looked abandoned. He walked around a bit. He passed by an alley where light flickered. Just some group of drunks surrounding a fire set in a garbage can. One of them looked strangely familiar in a scathing way. Nny passed by them without a second thought.
"Holy fuck! After all this waiting…!" The familiar drunk left his group of half conscious numbskulls and quietly pulled something out of his tattered brown coat. With a disturbing and toothy grin on his unshaved dirty face, he followed the skinny young man as quietly as he could, recollecting the horrible expiriences he had because of that man.
Johnny was starting to feel sick to his stomach. He hated thinking about what he would be forced to do the next day. His senses suddenly heightened, as someone crept up behind him. He spun around only to feel a sharp blow and hear a loud clang before hitting the ground and losing consciousness.
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Nny awoke in a very similar position. It was the same type of position he had put others in. He could feel that his arms and legs were chained down. He was laid out eagle spread on a table. Very unimaginative. He tried to raise his head, but found that his neck was shackled down as well. He let out a soft sigh. 'So this is what that feels like.' In seconds he heard footsteps coming near him, and a disturbingly hoarse laughter. It wasn't a manic laughter, just one of spite.
"Some say forgive and forget. But that was never YOUR motto, was it, faggot?" said the familiar voice. "You didn't cut my friends a break, so I won't do that for you! You ready to taste some of your own torture, you fucker?!" He was shouting now, like a raging beast.
"I don't think I remember you. Sorry." Nny leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh you don't?! Well I remember you! Ever since that day, I've waited for this moment. You chased me. You at that 24/7 store disemboweled three of my friends and ran after me, but I got away! Now this is what the flip side is! Haaaahaaahaaa! Well, my name is Fed to let you know. You can tell all your little victims in hell that I killed you!"
Nny strained to look at him, but couldn't move his head far enough upward. "Fed, eh? So this is what you call revenge? Attacking behind the back, impersonating your nemesis and avoiding eye contact. Hmm. Yeah, I remember now. You still remind me of when you ran from your friends. You didn't seem to worry so much about them then. I guess you weren't too worried before I ran after you when you and your so-called friends spray painted 'shit eater' on my car. Not the sentiment I wanted."
"Shut up! I'm going to hurt you just like you did to them! You were asking for it when you parked that little piece of shit there, and you really asked for it when you tried to kill me, you uh… shit eater! I'm gonna make you cry you skinny little fag! I hope you don't mind some pain!" Fed took out a blade from behind his back.
Nny just shook his head.
"What?! You're not gonna cry? You're not gonna plead? Oh I'll fix that attitude!"
"No. You're probably right somehow or another. I've probably had this coming for a while now." Nny closed his eyes. "I must admit, though. I didn't know you were so fucked up in the head."
"Fine, then. Die you…. Fucker!" Fed brought the knife down, hacking into Johnny's left boot, slicing through the material, and into his flesh. Nny struggled a bit, wincing now. He tried to focus his mind on the coldness, the state of feeling nothing once more. Another slice up his shin to his knee. He bit his lip trying to picture that moon he once saw, the pale glowing light in the darkness. The only sounds he could hear was the ripping of his flesh as the raging drunk tore the knife through it. "Johnny, Johnny, you shit. You thought no one would ever take you down. Now are you better than me? Huh, huh?!" He ripped the knife away. Johnny opened his eyes to see Fed hovering over him. The enemies glared at each other, both relentlessly. Fed dangled the knife in front of Johnny's face. "How do you like it? Huh? This is your blood this time, sucka!"
"So it is…." Nny muttered hoarsely, his eyes tightly shut.
"Maybe I should gauge your eyes out now! How would you like that? Then I'll cut out your tongue and rip out your organs. The I can force you to admit that you're just a hopeless fucking little shit!"
"If you cut out my tongue, how do you expect me to admit anything?" Johnny murmured flatly.
"Don't play smart ass with me!" He then slammed the point of the blade into Johnny's stomach. Johnny let out a cry of pain, and his muscles tensed all at once. Fed brought it back out gingerly, as if aggravated by his actions. "Oops. Wouldn't want to kill you too soon!"
Johnny's face distorted in pain. Fed smiled and then twisted the knife in the upper area of the wound and twisted it, peeling the surrounding skin and flesh upward. Johnny's breathing increased rapidly.
Fed laughed. "What's the matter? Not gonna let it out and scream again? Stubborn little-"
"…Fucker? …Shit? …Sucker? …You overuse those …words…" Johnny whispered. He tugged a bit with his arms, trying to slightly adjust his position. He then winced at the shots of pain from the open orifice in his stomach. Fed began to cut upwards, making a slit from the wound up to his upper chest. He laughed a maniacal laugh, fixated on causing pain just to cause pain. Revenge was always sweet to the ignorant.
The urge to scream or cry out was dying down. The pain was starting to fade now. Nny didn't understand at first. But then he realized; he was going numb. He was dying. "Shit," he thought. It seemed he had just been reincarnated, and now he was being killed by a shadow of his former life. He didn't want to die. He still didn't have the answers he wanted. He still didn't know himself well enough. But it was inevitable. He was going to die. It would be there, in front of that pathetic excuse for a person, of course. But he had made it. Fed's idea of revenge was foiled. Johnny was gonna die and leave him with nothing but a bloody worthless corpse. No more crying or screaming. No more thoughts. Nny closed his eyes again. He couldn't feel anything now. The sounds felt far away. He was upset. Unhappy. But he wasn't scared now. He smiled. Just a little, and pictured Devi. She was just like him, eh? Wasn't life screwy… It was dark. The sounds were fading… system… d o w n…
"Dammit! Stop smiling! Fuck!" Fed stabbed the knife into Johnny's face, driving it deep between the blank eyes. He gauged them out and ripped at the hair, enraged that he had let the killer die too soon. "…shit. YOU SHIT!!!" Enraged, Fed ripped the restraints apart and flung the limp and mangled body against the wall. He stomped upstairs, turning the basement light off.
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Nny's house was as empty as ever. Devi sat just out on the concrete path, waiting for Johnny to come. She had been sitting there for hours, thinking about how stupid she was to keep waiting like a fool. The sun set below the horizon, and a sudden blanket of winter's darkness enveloped her. She stood up, looking at her watch. "Fuck."
Devi leaned back against the wall of her apartment. It was two days after their scheduled date. She couldn't help but hate Johnny for leaving her there. "I just don't get it, Ten. He said he'd meet me there. Do you think he… doesn't care after all? I was hoping he could help me… But he wasn't there. Do you think something happened?"
"Maybe he got scared. I mean, you said it, he has issues. Maybe he just wasn't ready to be out with anyone." Tenna suggested, upset to see Devi so frantic inside. "She carries such a burden. I wish I knew what to say."
"Kills… Never gets caught…. Never gets…. Phone! That's it! He always used to call, and when I called and hoped he wouldn't answer, he did! He's always there. He's always been there." Devi picked up her portable. She quickly dialed the number, than waited uncomfortably. It rang once. Twice. Thrice. She let out a sigh. It kept ringing. No answer. "Why would he run away from me? Oh, Tenna. I thought he still cared… How could he be such a coward?"
"Devi…" Tenna whispered sympathetically. To her, Devi looked delirious.
She pressed the off button. "S-so he's not home. Someday he'll be back. I'll just try again later. Tenna, I really need to finish this painting, so please leave now. I'll see you tomorrow, maybe."
"Fine… I'll leave you alone. Just, remember, no more evil dollies, kay? And if anything else goes wrong, please let me know!"
"Okay," she replied. She watched sadly as her friend left, wondering if it was a mistake to keep sending her away like that.
* Devi, do you really think I can be gotten rid of just like that? What do you really expect that slave to do for you? *
"I don't know, but it has to be more productive than listening to your sick voice. Know this, I will shut you up, Sickness!"
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MEANWHILE: ( Johnny's Past-times in the Past! Wee-Hoo!
Author's Note: I recognize that some in the audience may be missing the usual antics of our favorite homicidal villain here, Nny. Plus, there's been a sudden serge of death causing a delay in the regularly scheduled fanfic. So to keep you entertained while Johnny is waiting in the abyss of nothingness, here is an audio tape recording of one of Johnny's less recent killings!
Pushes 'play'
Random Asshole: No please! You don't know what you're doing! Just let me go and I promise not to use the word faggot ever again! Please? I promise! I promise!
Johnny: People really need to learn some of the more fundamental lessons of life. One of them being, well, keeping aware of the consequences. If you really valued your life, did you ever think that it might have been rude to talk shit to your friends about a stranger like me?
Random Asshole: Well gawd, you're a skinny little freak! You were just asking for it! I mean, who doesn't call you a fag? You look like a fag! And you dress all fucked up too! Wait… I'm not helping myself am I?
Johnny: No. You're not. I'm gonna start the machine now, so let me know if it's not painful enough. It should be excruciatingly unbearable.
Random Asshole: Gulp
Clanking sound followed by a steady buzzing
Random Asshole: No! NO!!! STOP!!! ARGH! PLEASE STOP! I PROMISE!!! AUGH!!! Ugh… AIEEEEEEEEE!!! (Author's Note: Don't look at me! I don't know what the hell was going on there! Yeesh.)
Cracking and shredding sounds
Random Asshole: GYAAAAAH!!! URRRRRRGH!!! ST-STOP!!! N-N-NOOOOOOO! AH! OWWWWWW!!!! KYA!!! YOU FUCKER!!! AGH!! AUGGGGGH!!!! JEEZUS NO! GYUUUUH! FRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!
Johnny: Insert insane laughter here
Random Asshole: UGH!!! Guuurrrrgle….. cough…. Hack… choke…
Final ripping noise
Johnny: See, that wasn't so bad.
Turns off player
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Author's Note: See, wasn't that fun? Unfortunately, you'll still hafta wait another eternity to see what happens to poor Nny. But written in our next chapter is one of an infinite number of possible results. And remember: *Chibi Nnie marches across page with a little sign R/R sign*