Hee hee, here ya go! It's all coming together, I think that Chapter Three
really cleared things up... made it less confuzzling..o.O Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: All JtHM charas. Are copy righted to Jhonen Vasquez. L-Chan, Lashee, K.C. and any other Non-JtHM charas are copy righted to me!
'Knives and Sickles'
Chapter Four
By: Reki-Chan
He stared at the red headed girl, his eyes wide, what had just happened to her? She was walking about, making noises that sounded like muffled screams, and clutching her ears with those empty dirt brown eyes closed shut. He went over to the girl, "L...are you okay?" He asked, even though he knew he wouldn't get a response. He was worried, it was like she was trying to resist something, and he somehow knew that dolly was behind it. He looked at her, seeing her eyes were slightly wet from strain. "What's the matter, L?" He took a deep breath, and then asked, "What's the name of your doll? Does it talk to you?"
Her eyes widened, so K.C. was right, he too had a voice, otherwise he wouldn't have known these things. She nodded slightly, but never spoke, K.C. a voice came into his head. His eyes widened, it was the doll, and he knew that cold voice anywhere, a voice that a person's skin crawl. L looked at him with that piercing of hers, she heaved a sigh and slowly stood up.
"L...I need to talk to you. Could you, maybe, leave K.C. behind?" He met her gaze, and held it, something nobody had ever been able to do in ages it seemed. She nodded meekly, and set her bag down, praying Lashee wouldn't touch it. She followed Squee into a room filled with surrealistic paintings, she looked about at the art, and felt at home. Squee turned to her, "L, I don't trust your doll, K.C., I think she's up to something. No, not all of those things are good," he said, seeing her face change to one of protest, "Some are bad, like the doughboys..." He paused for a moment, "Anyway, you really need to stop listening to her. I know she's up to something bad."
She could only stare at him in disbelief, and then that turned to anger. The buzzing entered her head again, she clapped her hands over he ears. No! K.C. wasn't a bad thing! K.C. was her guardian! She had said so herself! Why did he say she was bad? The buzzing was slowly growing louder and louder. And this time it did seem it was going to stop anytime soon. She fell down, the noise, so loud...make it stop! Stop! "STOP!" Her eyes widened in amazement, and the buzzed stopped as well. Her voice, she had spoken! She smiled widely and started laughing, her voice! She could talk after all! "I can talk...I can! I can!" She smiled, and stood up, "But...Why am I able to talk now? I haven't been able to talk since I was nine...and that's when I got..." Her eyes widened, "K.C. ..."
She turned around slowly, and looked at Squee, he too was staring in amazement, "Squee...I think you're right, I think K.C. isn't all that she seems. You see, this is the first time I've been without her since I got her...I think she's done something to get some sort of control over me." She frowned softly... "But how? And why?"
Squee shrugged, "I dunno, you can never tell how their minds work, you know." He frowned slightly, "But how could a doll get control of your voice? Unless, you began relying on this doll for almost everything." He sat down on the floor, and held his face in his hands, deep in thought. "Yes, of course, when you got K.C., did you think of her as your only true friend? And you talked only to her...?" L nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle were coming together slowly. "Christ...I need to talk to Nny, he might know what to do... But hey, when you came here, Lashee said something about not messing up again...?"
L looked down shame-faced, "Yes, you see, I have a bit of a problem...obsession you might say. With sickles, and using them. When people angered me, and it took a lot mind you, I hurt them. But never killed, just hurt them. I would carve some symbol all over their arms...But now, I can't remember the symbol." She frowned, why couldn't she remember the symbol?
"What type of people was it normally?" Questioned the dark haired boy, looking at her strangely.
"Oh, just people that truly deserved it, those who think that they can only survive off the humiliation of others," her eyes narrowed slightly from behind the glasses, "We had a name for them, 'twinkies' or 'preps'." She sighed slightly, "What do you think K.C. is up to, Squee?" She looked to him, her eyes seeming to have gotten more depth than before.
He grinned slightly, "You sound like Nny, almost."
The girl tilted her head, "Nny? Who's that?" A blink, she had never heard his name mention before.
Squee leaned back, and thought, "Nny...well, he's like my father almost. He's taken care of me since I was really very little, and took better care of me than my real father," he added with a bitter scowl.
She looked up at a clock, "Shit...it's almost two, we'd better get back...hurry!" She helped him, up and ran into the other room, and grabbed her backpack. She took Lashee's hand, dragging the girl with her to the meeting place, praying they wouldn't be late. Of course, she had once again lost her powers of speech, for once again the doll had almost total control over her mind, and her eyes went back to that glazed-over look. She hoped dearly that K.C. didn't suspect anything, and she hoped this with her heart and not her mind, for the demented dolly only could control her mind.
Squee, L and Lashee ran into the meeting room, all thankful they weren't late. He took a deep breath, he couldn't help but be nervous. This doll had to have been powerful, for it could talk inside his mind, and normally these things didn't have the power to do that. He clenched and unclenched his fists, damnit! Why did he get dragged into this mess? He gritted his teeth slightly, destiny perhaps? No, he didn't believe in that garbage. He pulled on the headphones as he saw the ever-bitter teacher walked in, the usual scowl upon his face.
"Okay you disgusting and total wastes of oxygen, get on the damn bus, we're dropping you off at your house. So when we go by you're house, you're required to fling yourself out a window, or jump out of the emergency exit. SO GET ON THE BUS!" Barked the balding teacher, and he stormed off onto the bus.
Lashee grinned at them; "This was really fun wasn't it?" She grabbed L and Squee's arms, dragging them onto the bus, she was amazingly strong for such a skinny little thing. "I wonder what tomorrow's gonna be like, I mean, L and I never really experienced school here before...we came on a field trip day, ya know." And so Lashee continued ranting, for you see, she just liked hearing the sound of her own voice.
L stumbled a bit as she was being dragged along, her mind was a confused mess. From her absence away from the doll, the part of her mind under K.C.'s 'care' must have become a total and complete mess from being away from the doll. And now that she was back with the doll, her world was confusing, and she was trying to get it back in proper order. She looked at Lashee's back, her shoulder length brown hair swaying slightly from her movements, after seeing that K.C. wasn't to be trusted, she began doubting her friends. What if they were all in on it? What if G-Kun and D-Kun were in on this 'conspiracy' too? She frowned slightly, but G-Kun and D-Kun had been looking after her since as long as she could remember. She never remembered her own real family, or anything that happened in her life really before she was in that mental hospital she was in at the age of nine. She felt herself being pulled up onto the bus, and being dragged towards the back of the bus. She sat down, and sighed, leaning her head back.
Squee, too, sat down next to L. The boy's mind racing as well, he only had one choice: talk to Nny. After all, who else knew much about these things? And he was quite sure Nny would know what to make of K.C., maybe the doll was protecting her from something, or was after something for it's own benefit. Ether way, Nny would know what to do. He leaned over, and spoke softly into L's ear, hoping Lashee wouldn't hear of see, "L, get off the bus with me, okay? We need to talk to Nny..." L nodded slightly, she was back to her mute self.
L watched, a slight grin crossing her features as a cheerleader flung herself out the window, only the get her foot stuck and was half-dragged across the ground, screaming. Once again her delight in seeing twinkies such as that cheerleader's torture came through. She took a deep breath, blocking out what K.C. was trying to say she had put up a barricade against the doll so it would no longer be able to make it's hold on her any worse.
"Psst...L, we're almost at my house, get ready to jump!" Came Squee's voice in her ear, she nodded, and opened up the window, positioning herself for the jump, "Okay, JUMP!" and the two jumped out the window, each landing on their feet, unlike the unfortunate cheerleader.
The boy nodded other to a crumbling house, "That's where Nny is most of the time...C'mon, let's go." Squee led her towards the house, and opened it up, "Nny, I'm home! And I've brought a visitor..." Called Squee as he entered the house. Squee saw the sulking shadow of Nny, and flashed a quick grin to it, "Hey Nny, please come out, I want you to meet someone."
The lanky thin man stepped forth from the shadows, giving the equally lanky girl a quick look over; she didn't appear to be any threat, yet. He averted his gaze to Squee, "Yes? Who is she?" He nodded over in L's direction.
"That's who I want you to meet, her name is L and...she has a bit of a problem." He turned to the girl, "Show him." The girl nodded slightly, and opened up her bag, taking out the doll with the stitched on face. She looked at it, trying her best to block off the doll's protests about this situation. "You see, her doll, is a bad thing, we think whose up to something. But since we don't have much experience in these types of things, we thought you might know what it was up to. It's like a puzzle that keeps getting more and more complicated." The boy shrugged slightly, "Neither of us has a clue what it's up to, you see. Nny, do you have an idea about it?"
The man heaved a sigh, and took the doll from L, looking straight into its coal black button eyes. His eyes widened a bit; he brought it closer to his face, examining the doll. "This doll," he concluded, handing it back to L, "Is too complicated, and it seems to be very powerful, like it's feeding off of something." He looked up sharply to the girl, "You don't kill people and then give it blood do you?"
The girl blinked, and then shook her head, unable to speak. And even if she could, she wouldn't have known how to answer, it was a strange question. Why would she feed her dolly blood?
"Why isn't she talking?" He looked at Squee, "Is she mute or something? Or perhaps she's just being rude to me..."
Squee shook his head, "No, no, it's not that. You see, the doll has some sort of control over her when she is near it. When she's close to it, she isn't able to speak. But, I don't think it's her the doll is feeding off of, if it was, I think it would already have complete control over her." His brow creased slightly, "Wait, L, put the doll down, and follow me into the other house, I think I need you to answer us a few questions."
L nodded slightly, and put the doll down, and followed Nny and Squee into the next house. What other questions did they plan to ask? She sighed, wondering how she got herself into this mess, oh well, it was for the best. Right?
"Now, L, who gave you that doll?" Nny said, looking directly into her eyes. The girl seemed unable to answer, "Just answer the question, who gave you that doll? Or did you get it yourself?"
"D-Kun and G-Kun, but they wouldn't be planning something like this! They probably thought it was just a normal doll! D-Kun and G-Kun would never do anything to hurt me, they've cared for me since as long as I can remember." She said. She was hurt that anyone would suggest her caretakers would be in on this, after all, they were the only family she had. Well, that she could remember at least, the girl had never really known her mother and father.
"Who are D-Kun and G-Kun?" Asked Squee and Nny in unison, despite L's protests they felt these two had something to do with this.
"My only family." She looked down sadly.
Haha, and the plot thickens! What happens next? And who are D-Kun and G- Kun? Are they boys or girls? All answers shall be revealed in 'Knives and Sickles – Chapter Five'! So ya'll better be good readers and review, otherwise I shan't write the next chapter, and trust me, it's gonna be the best one yet! Oi!
Disclaimer: All JtHM charas. Are copy righted to Jhonen Vasquez. L-Chan, Lashee, K.C. and any other Non-JtHM charas are copy righted to me!
'Knives and Sickles'
Chapter Four
By: Reki-Chan
He stared at the red headed girl, his eyes wide, what had just happened to her? She was walking about, making noises that sounded like muffled screams, and clutching her ears with those empty dirt brown eyes closed shut. He went over to the girl, "L...are you okay?" He asked, even though he knew he wouldn't get a response. He was worried, it was like she was trying to resist something, and he somehow knew that dolly was behind it. He looked at her, seeing her eyes were slightly wet from strain. "What's the matter, L?" He took a deep breath, and then asked, "What's the name of your doll? Does it talk to you?"
Her eyes widened, so K.C. was right, he too had a voice, otherwise he wouldn't have known these things. She nodded slightly, but never spoke, K.C. a voice came into his head. His eyes widened, it was the doll, and he knew that cold voice anywhere, a voice that a person's skin crawl. L looked at him with that piercing of hers, she heaved a sigh and slowly stood up.
"L...I need to talk to you. Could you, maybe, leave K.C. behind?" He met her gaze, and held it, something nobody had ever been able to do in ages it seemed. She nodded meekly, and set her bag down, praying Lashee wouldn't touch it. She followed Squee into a room filled with surrealistic paintings, she looked about at the art, and felt at home. Squee turned to her, "L, I don't trust your doll, K.C., I think she's up to something. No, not all of those things are good," he said, seeing her face change to one of protest, "Some are bad, like the doughboys..." He paused for a moment, "Anyway, you really need to stop listening to her. I know she's up to something bad."
She could only stare at him in disbelief, and then that turned to anger. The buzzing entered her head again, she clapped her hands over he ears. No! K.C. wasn't a bad thing! K.C. was her guardian! She had said so herself! Why did he say she was bad? The buzzing was slowly growing louder and louder. And this time it did seem it was going to stop anytime soon. She fell down, the noise, so loud...make it stop! Stop! "STOP!" Her eyes widened in amazement, and the buzzed stopped as well. Her voice, she had spoken! She smiled widely and started laughing, her voice! She could talk after all! "I can talk...I can! I can!" She smiled, and stood up, "But...Why am I able to talk now? I haven't been able to talk since I was nine...and that's when I got..." Her eyes widened, "K.C. ..."
She turned around slowly, and looked at Squee, he too was staring in amazement, "Squee...I think you're right, I think K.C. isn't all that she seems. You see, this is the first time I've been without her since I got her...I think she's done something to get some sort of control over me." She frowned softly... "But how? And why?"
Squee shrugged, "I dunno, you can never tell how their minds work, you know." He frowned slightly, "But how could a doll get control of your voice? Unless, you began relying on this doll for almost everything." He sat down on the floor, and held his face in his hands, deep in thought. "Yes, of course, when you got K.C., did you think of her as your only true friend? And you talked only to her...?" L nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle were coming together slowly. "Christ...I need to talk to Nny, he might know what to do... But hey, when you came here, Lashee said something about not messing up again...?"
L looked down shame-faced, "Yes, you see, I have a bit of a problem...obsession you might say. With sickles, and using them. When people angered me, and it took a lot mind you, I hurt them. But never killed, just hurt them. I would carve some symbol all over their arms...But now, I can't remember the symbol." She frowned, why couldn't she remember the symbol?
"What type of people was it normally?" Questioned the dark haired boy, looking at her strangely.
"Oh, just people that truly deserved it, those who think that they can only survive off the humiliation of others," her eyes narrowed slightly from behind the glasses, "We had a name for them, 'twinkies' or 'preps'." She sighed slightly, "What do you think K.C. is up to, Squee?" She looked to him, her eyes seeming to have gotten more depth than before.
He grinned slightly, "You sound like Nny, almost."
The girl tilted her head, "Nny? Who's that?" A blink, she had never heard his name mention before.
Squee leaned back, and thought, "Nny...well, he's like my father almost. He's taken care of me since I was really very little, and took better care of me than my real father," he added with a bitter scowl.
She looked up at a clock, "Shit...it's almost two, we'd better get back...hurry!" She helped him, up and ran into the other room, and grabbed her backpack. She took Lashee's hand, dragging the girl with her to the meeting place, praying they wouldn't be late. Of course, she had once again lost her powers of speech, for once again the doll had almost total control over her mind, and her eyes went back to that glazed-over look. She hoped dearly that K.C. didn't suspect anything, and she hoped this with her heart and not her mind, for the demented dolly only could control her mind.
Squee, L and Lashee ran into the meeting room, all thankful they weren't late. He took a deep breath, he couldn't help but be nervous. This doll had to have been powerful, for it could talk inside his mind, and normally these things didn't have the power to do that. He clenched and unclenched his fists, damnit! Why did he get dragged into this mess? He gritted his teeth slightly, destiny perhaps? No, he didn't believe in that garbage. He pulled on the headphones as he saw the ever-bitter teacher walked in, the usual scowl upon his face.
"Okay you disgusting and total wastes of oxygen, get on the damn bus, we're dropping you off at your house. So when we go by you're house, you're required to fling yourself out a window, or jump out of the emergency exit. SO GET ON THE BUS!" Barked the balding teacher, and he stormed off onto the bus.
Lashee grinned at them; "This was really fun wasn't it?" She grabbed L and Squee's arms, dragging them onto the bus, she was amazingly strong for such a skinny little thing. "I wonder what tomorrow's gonna be like, I mean, L and I never really experienced school here before...we came on a field trip day, ya know." And so Lashee continued ranting, for you see, she just liked hearing the sound of her own voice.
L stumbled a bit as she was being dragged along, her mind was a confused mess. From her absence away from the doll, the part of her mind under K.C.'s 'care' must have become a total and complete mess from being away from the doll. And now that she was back with the doll, her world was confusing, and she was trying to get it back in proper order. She looked at Lashee's back, her shoulder length brown hair swaying slightly from her movements, after seeing that K.C. wasn't to be trusted, she began doubting her friends. What if they were all in on it? What if G-Kun and D-Kun were in on this 'conspiracy' too? She frowned slightly, but G-Kun and D-Kun had been looking after her since as long as she could remember. She never remembered her own real family, or anything that happened in her life really before she was in that mental hospital she was in at the age of nine. She felt herself being pulled up onto the bus, and being dragged towards the back of the bus. She sat down, and sighed, leaning her head back.
Squee, too, sat down next to L. The boy's mind racing as well, he only had one choice: talk to Nny. After all, who else knew much about these things? And he was quite sure Nny would know what to make of K.C., maybe the doll was protecting her from something, or was after something for it's own benefit. Ether way, Nny would know what to do. He leaned over, and spoke softly into L's ear, hoping Lashee wouldn't hear of see, "L, get off the bus with me, okay? We need to talk to Nny..." L nodded slightly, she was back to her mute self.
L watched, a slight grin crossing her features as a cheerleader flung herself out the window, only the get her foot stuck and was half-dragged across the ground, screaming. Once again her delight in seeing twinkies such as that cheerleader's torture came through. She took a deep breath, blocking out what K.C. was trying to say she had put up a barricade against the doll so it would no longer be able to make it's hold on her any worse.
"Psst...L, we're almost at my house, get ready to jump!" Came Squee's voice in her ear, she nodded, and opened up the window, positioning herself for the jump, "Okay, JUMP!" and the two jumped out the window, each landing on their feet, unlike the unfortunate cheerleader.
The boy nodded other to a crumbling house, "That's where Nny is most of the time...C'mon, let's go." Squee led her towards the house, and opened it up, "Nny, I'm home! And I've brought a visitor..." Called Squee as he entered the house. Squee saw the sulking shadow of Nny, and flashed a quick grin to it, "Hey Nny, please come out, I want you to meet someone."
The lanky thin man stepped forth from the shadows, giving the equally lanky girl a quick look over; she didn't appear to be any threat, yet. He averted his gaze to Squee, "Yes? Who is she?" He nodded over in L's direction.
"That's who I want you to meet, her name is L and...she has a bit of a problem." He turned to the girl, "Show him." The girl nodded slightly, and opened up her bag, taking out the doll with the stitched on face. She looked at it, trying her best to block off the doll's protests about this situation. "You see, her doll, is a bad thing, we think whose up to something. But since we don't have much experience in these types of things, we thought you might know what it was up to. It's like a puzzle that keeps getting more and more complicated." The boy shrugged slightly, "Neither of us has a clue what it's up to, you see. Nny, do you have an idea about it?"
The man heaved a sigh, and took the doll from L, looking straight into its coal black button eyes. His eyes widened a bit; he brought it closer to his face, examining the doll. "This doll," he concluded, handing it back to L, "Is too complicated, and it seems to be very powerful, like it's feeding off of something." He looked up sharply to the girl, "You don't kill people and then give it blood do you?"
The girl blinked, and then shook her head, unable to speak. And even if she could, she wouldn't have known how to answer, it was a strange question. Why would she feed her dolly blood?
"Why isn't she talking?" He looked at Squee, "Is she mute or something? Or perhaps she's just being rude to me..."
Squee shook his head, "No, no, it's not that. You see, the doll has some sort of control over her when she is near it. When she's close to it, she isn't able to speak. But, I don't think it's her the doll is feeding off of, if it was, I think it would already have complete control over her." His brow creased slightly, "Wait, L, put the doll down, and follow me into the other house, I think I need you to answer us a few questions."
L nodded slightly, and put the doll down, and followed Nny and Squee into the next house. What other questions did they plan to ask? She sighed, wondering how she got herself into this mess, oh well, it was for the best. Right?
"Now, L, who gave you that doll?" Nny said, looking directly into her eyes. The girl seemed unable to answer, "Just answer the question, who gave you that doll? Or did you get it yourself?"
"D-Kun and G-Kun, but they wouldn't be planning something like this! They probably thought it was just a normal doll! D-Kun and G-Kun would never do anything to hurt me, they've cared for me since as long as I can remember." She said. She was hurt that anyone would suggest her caretakers would be in on this, after all, they were the only family she had. Well, that she could remember at least, the girl had never really known her mother and father.
"Who are D-Kun and G-Kun?" Asked Squee and Nny in unison, despite L's protests they felt these two had something to do with this.
"My only family." She looked down sadly.
Haha, and the plot thickens! What happens next? And who are D-Kun and G- Kun? Are they boys or girls? All answers shall be revealed in 'Knives and Sickles – Chapter Five'! So ya'll better be good readers and review, otherwise I shan't write the next chapter, and trust me, it's gonna be the best one yet! Oi!