Devi peered around the corner; Tenna and Johnny were gone. Shit, Devi got
up and slowly walked around the museum. She realized she had somehow come
to the rooms that were dedicated to the little shit Johnny.
There was a biography with a photo of Johnny,
there were pages of a 'Happy Noodle Boy' stick-figured-shit framed in gold.
Devi stopped dead in her tracks when she came to a 'recreation of the artist's madness': two sides of a styrofoam doughboy painted and glaring at her evilly.
She remembered those from Johnny's house.
They 'told him to kill her'.
And suddenly it all came back to her, being in that stinking house, watching Johnny come at her with two sharp daggers, and the cold fear that still hadn't left her stomach.
That dark house and violent fear came back to her and it was so out of place in this shiny stupid art museum.
"FUCK!" Devi screamed, stupid pretentious art fags! FUCK, stupid fucking Johnny, and what!, they are here celebrating an insane freak! What he had put her through, and what he had now accomplished! What bullshit! She couldn't control herself any longer, all she could see was the hate reflected back into her from Johnny, still there, still festering, as if she would never leave that primal instinct now. She viciously knocked down the doughboys, screamed and then started laughing hysterically. Suddenly motivated, she grabbed the framed comic strips and smashed them to the ground, kicking and screaming and smashing statues and framed art on her way. Strong arms grabbed her and held her back as there was quite a public uproar, her sinful actions of destroying such – millions dollars of art! How dare she! They were out for blood, and she struggled but it was no use.
She found herself sitting in a jail cell, bruised and seething with anger.
~~~
Tenna watched from the bar of the snack area, where she had bought a cookie and a fruitte slushy for ten dollars. Wow, Devi kicks ass, Tenna thought, then chuckled as the artisty people reacted. She didn't like the crap anyway. She never understood abstract art, and she had only come for Devi. She had been so happy when Devi suggested it, going OUT, and Tenna had thought she was getting better. She had acted so convincingly normal. But now security was hauling her out and Tenna didn't feel like following. Devi, Devi, she sighed. Are you absolutely hopeless?
She scanned the crowd inside and spotted Johnny, standing in a corner surrounded by inactive, outraged followers. Tenna followed his gaze and saw Devi, screaming maniacally as she was being pulled out. Then back to Johnny, and Tenna could've sworn she saw a hint of a smile on his face.
"Ah, sweet fucked-up ness." Tenna sighed. "I've been wanting to tear down expensive art for so long now. ANARCHY!" She screamed, then realized she was being quite loud. People looked at her and she snickered like a high school student, then popped up from her chair and pushed her way through the crowd to Johnny, though many other people were talking to him.
"Hey, okay, I want to talk to you now." She said.
~~~
"Shutup. Shutup, SHUTUP, SHUT UP!" Devi screamed at the scolding guards and backed up in a corner, sheltering her head with her arms. She just wanted to go back to her flat, and hide away from this stupid fucking world. They were still yelling at her.
"What the fuck, do you know this Johnny C.? Goddamn, you fuckers, he's been stalking me and threatening me and you arrest ME for ripping up some fucking stick figure cartoons? This is bullshit!" She cried, stamping her feet half-heartedly, because she knew it was hopeless.
She calmed herself down and tried to think of the positive things. She was in a jail cell – that was one place she should be safe from Johnny. She didn't have to be paranoid about him coming after her NOW. She was safe, she was safe. She sighed deeply, then tried to calmly talk to the officers.
"What was that address, again?" They asked. 777, she repeated, but they simply shook their heads. "We don't have any record of an emergency surrounding that house." They told her. "That's one fine neighborhood there. Mm-hmm, never any problems there."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Let me see your heads? Do you have stitches in your head?" Devi groped for one police, but he backed up, out of her reach. "OKAAAAY, so you don't have any record of a report. Well, I would like to report a crime. NOW. I would like to press charges against one Johnny C. of 777 something street… why aren't you writing this down? You guys are the law! You're supposed to protect me!"
They whispered to themselves and one picked up a phone. "Who are you calling? Who the FUCK are you calling?"
"Goddammit, Devi…" A voice said. Devi panicked, then looked around. It was Sickness' voice. But where the fuck was Sickness?
"Where the fuck are you?" She hissed.
"Shut the fuck up, you crackwhore. You're going to get institutionalized if you don't shut up."
"WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT VOICE COMING FROM?!?" Devi screamed.
"Shit! Stop it, stop freaking out! I was trying to warn you, not make things worse!"
"FUCK! SICKNESS FUCK! FUCK OFF! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!! FUCK, FUCK DAMN SHIT FUCK SHIT GODDAMMIT…"
"oh, lordy…………."
There was a biography with a photo of Johnny,
there were pages of a 'Happy Noodle Boy' stick-figured-shit framed in gold.
Devi stopped dead in her tracks when she came to a 'recreation of the artist's madness': two sides of a styrofoam doughboy painted and glaring at her evilly.
She remembered those from Johnny's house.
They 'told him to kill her'.
And suddenly it all came back to her, being in that stinking house, watching Johnny come at her with two sharp daggers, and the cold fear that still hadn't left her stomach.
That dark house and violent fear came back to her and it was so out of place in this shiny stupid art museum.
"FUCK!" Devi screamed, stupid pretentious art fags! FUCK, stupid fucking Johnny, and what!, they are here celebrating an insane freak! What he had put her through, and what he had now accomplished! What bullshit! She couldn't control herself any longer, all she could see was the hate reflected back into her from Johnny, still there, still festering, as if she would never leave that primal instinct now. She viciously knocked down the doughboys, screamed and then started laughing hysterically. Suddenly motivated, she grabbed the framed comic strips and smashed them to the ground, kicking and screaming and smashing statues and framed art on her way. Strong arms grabbed her and held her back as there was quite a public uproar, her sinful actions of destroying such – millions dollars of art! How dare she! They were out for blood, and she struggled but it was no use.
She found herself sitting in a jail cell, bruised and seething with anger.
~~~
Tenna watched from the bar of the snack area, where she had bought a cookie and a fruitte slushy for ten dollars. Wow, Devi kicks ass, Tenna thought, then chuckled as the artisty people reacted. She didn't like the crap anyway. She never understood abstract art, and she had only come for Devi. She had been so happy when Devi suggested it, going OUT, and Tenna had thought she was getting better. She had acted so convincingly normal. But now security was hauling her out and Tenna didn't feel like following. Devi, Devi, she sighed. Are you absolutely hopeless?
She scanned the crowd inside and spotted Johnny, standing in a corner surrounded by inactive, outraged followers. Tenna followed his gaze and saw Devi, screaming maniacally as she was being pulled out. Then back to Johnny, and Tenna could've sworn she saw a hint of a smile on his face.
"Ah, sweet fucked-up ness." Tenna sighed. "I've been wanting to tear down expensive art for so long now. ANARCHY!" She screamed, then realized she was being quite loud. People looked at her and she snickered like a high school student, then popped up from her chair and pushed her way through the crowd to Johnny, though many other people were talking to him.
"Hey, okay, I want to talk to you now." She said.
~~~
"Shutup. Shutup, SHUTUP, SHUT UP!" Devi screamed at the scolding guards and backed up in a corner, sheltering her head with her arms. She just wanted to go back to her flat, and hide away from this stupid fucking world. They were still yelling at her.
"What the fuck, do you know this Johnny C.? Goddamn, you fuckers, he's been stalking me and threatening me and you arrest ME for ripping up some fucking stick figure cartoons? This is bullshit!" She cried, stamping her feet half-heartedly, because she knew it was hopeless.
She calmed herself down and tried to think of the positive things. She was in a jail cell – that was one place she should be safe from Johnny. She didn't have to be paranoid about him coming after her NOW. She was safe, she was safe. She sighed deeply, then tried to calmly talk to the officers.
"What was that address, again?" They asked. 777, she repeated, but they simply shook their heads. "We don't have any record of an emergency surrounding that house." They told her. "That's one fine neighborhood there. Mm-hmm, never any problems there."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Let me see your heads? Do you have stitches in your head?" Devi groped for one police, but he backed up, out of her reach. "OKAAAAY, so you don't have any record of a report. Well, I would like to report a crime. NOW. I would like to press charges against one Johnny C. of 777 something street… why aren't you writing this down? You guys are the law! You're supposed to protect me!"
They whispered to themselves and one picked up a phone. "Who are you calling? Who the FUCK are you calling?"
"Goddammit, Devi…" A voice said. Devi panicked, then looked around. It was Sickness' voice. But where the fuck was Sickness?
"Where the fuck are you?" She hissed.
"Shut the fuck up, you crackwhore. You're going to get institutionalized if you don't shut up."
"WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT VOICE COMING FROM?!?" Devi screamed.
"Shit! Stop it, stop freaking out! I was trying to warn you, not make things worse!"
"FUCK! SICKNESS FUCK! FUCK OFF! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!! FUCK, FUCK DAMN SHIT FUCK SHIT GODDAMMIT…"
"oh, lordy…………."