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honest..
A/N:Because someone actually asked for it, chapter two.
Thanks to all who rewied. I give you all Eternal Happiness™.
They're probaply OOC, and I can't write, and my mother hates me, and I think I'm gonna go jump off some bridges now. Enjoy.
After Tenna had driven away, Devi sighed and closed her eyes for a moment before returning to the house. He was still there, sitting in the corner, waching her. "Nny, get up." A command, not very loud but still.. He obeyed like a good little boy should. "Come here.." He did and Devi started to check him. "Fook! What are you doing?" Loudly, more frightened than anything else. "I just want to make sure you don't have any more knives there.." She mumbled. "Devi, I don't. And, if you don't believe me, I'll check my pockets and all and you can watch. Just, please don't touch me again. It's very nervousing." He really did look nervous. 'Well, at least it's better than moping in the corner..', Devi thought. 'On the other hand, when he was moping in the corner, at least I had the possibility to out-run him if he attacked.' She sighed.
Nny was sitting in the sofa with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand, very confused. Devi was acting like he was viciously ill or something, cosseting about, making sure he was warm, getting him plenty to drink, taking away his shoelaces(he wasn't wearing his boots cuz his feet hurt again) and stuff. He never knew ill people weren't allowed to have shoelaces but if Devi said so.. Now she was cleaning up his kitchen?!? "Devi?" She peeked her head out of the kitchen. "What?" "Come over here?" She did, reluctantly, and kept her distance. He sighed. "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to make sure you don't get any bad ideas." A little smile. "What for? I'm not a very nice person and you know that." "Hmm", Said Devi. Just hmm.
She went back to the kitchen, wondering. Was Johnny a bad person? She knew he was seriously fucked up but.. Bad? The more she thought about it, the more she came to the conclusion that he was not. He just over-reacted. A lot. Like, when most people have this filter between their wants and acts, he had none. No-one can say that they never did dream of killing someone. High-school teacher that hates you for reasons unknown to you, the girl who seduced your husband. Johnny didn't dream. He did. And he probaply hated himself for it as much as he hated others. Devi shrugged, feeling a bit sorry for him. He wasn't a bad person but he was terribly dangerous to be around of.
Johnny sank back to the sofa, a bit frustraded. She never told him nothing! No, wait, that's a double negative.. Bad bad me. You can't have two negatives in a sentence, that'd mean a positive. She never told him anything? Now that sounds better.. Why did she treat him like this? What the fook was happening? Johnny just hated being confused.
Devi smiled weakly when she opened yet another cupboard. This one was full of taco sauce. The only ones that had been any use so far were the one that contained 15 packages of chocolate powder, and the one that was full of Skettios. There's was some milk in the fridge, and it even was drinkable. The rest of the fridge was filled with cans of Cherry Fiz-Wiz and watermelons. And the worst of all, there was NO COFFEE in the house?! Oh, the horror.. Then again, Nny with caffeine would probaply be even more scary than Nny alone. Though right now her paranoia seemed a bit laughable. Just look at him! He looks like he last ate something weeks ago, not to mention sleep. And.. He always did look sort of an innocent one, the type that people always step on. If I just knew what made him this way.. He's a homicidal maniac, goddamnit! People are not born that way. I think.
Johnny took another sip from his mug. It was almost empty by now. He was starting to feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you know the feeling you get after drinking hot chocolate. But even that couldn't shake away the feeling of _something_ being wrong. Maybe it was just having someone around the house.. Or maybe it had something to do with the powers of demonic green children.. He just didn't know. It was very annoying. Very very very annoying. Nny didn't know what to do.
Devi sat in the kitchen table, wondering if she should go to the store. They both needed food. But then again, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea to leave Johnny alone. He did seem sort of desoerate when she had arrived. And no matter what faults a guy might have, she did _not_ want to be responsible for suicide. And, in the end, Johnny wasn't a bad guy. If she could assure him to go to some kind of treatment.. Or otherwise, make him stop killing.. Maybe he deserved a second chance. Just then, Johnny pushed a spork between her ribs.
Maybe I'll continue someday..
A/N:Because someone actually asked for it, chapter two.
Thanks to all who rewied. I give you all Eternal Happiness™.
They're probaply OOC, and I can't write, and my mother hates me, and I think I'm gonna go jump off some bridges now. Enjoy.
After Tenna had driven away, Devi sighed and closed her eyes for a moment before returning to the house. He was still there, sitting in the corner, waching her. "Nny, get up." A command, not very loud but still.. He obeyed like a good little boy should. "Come here.." He did and Devi started to check him. "Fook! What are you doing?" Loudly, more frightened than anything else. "I just want to make sure you don't have any more knives there.." She mumbled. "Devi, I don't. And, if you don't believe me, I'll check my pockets and all and you can watch. Just, please don't touch me again. It's very nervousing." He really did look nervous. 'Well, at least it's better than moping in the corner..', Devi thought. 'On the other hand, when he was moping in the corner, at least I had the possibility to out-run him if he attacked.' She sighed.
Nny was sitting in the sofa with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand, very confused. Devi was acting like he was viciously ill or something, cosseting about, making sure he was warm, getting him plenty to drink, taking away his shoelaces(he wasn't wearing his boots cuz his feet hurt again) and stuff. He never knew ill people weren't allowed to have shoelaces but if Devi said so.. Now she was cleaning up his kitchen?!? "Devi?" She peeked her head out of the kitchen. "What?" "Come over here?" She did, reluctantly, and kept her distance. He sighed. "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to make sure you don't get any bad ideas." A little smile. "What for? I'm not a very nice person and you know that." "Hmm", Said Devi. Just hmm.
She went back to the kitchen, wondering. Was Johnny a bad person? She knew he was seriously fucked up but.. Bad? The more she thought about it, the more she came to the conclusion that he was not. He just over-reacted. A lot. Like, when most people have this filter between their wants and acts, he had none. No-one can say that they never did dream of killing someone. High-school teacher that hates you for reasons unknown to you, the girl who seduced your husband. Johnny didn't dream. He did. And he probaply hated himself for it as much as he hated others. Devi shrugged, feeling a bit sorry for him. He wasn't a bad person but he was terribly dangerous to be around of.
Johnny sank back to the sofa, a bit frustraded. She never told him nothing! No, wait, that's a double negative.. Bad bad me. You can't have two negatives in a sentence, that'd mean a positive. She never told him anything? Now that sounds better.. Why did she treat him like this? What the fook was happening? Johnny just hated being confused.
Devi smiled weakly when she opened yet another cupboard. This one was full of taco sauce. The only ones that had been any use so far were the one that contained 15 packages of chocolate powder, and the one that was full of Skettios. There's was some milk in the fridge, and it even was drinkable. The rest of the fridge was filled with cans of Cherry Fiz-Wiz and watermelons. And the worst of all, there was NO COFFEE in the house?! Oh, the horror.. Then again, Nny with caffeine would probaply be even more scary than Nny alone. Though right now her paranoia seemed a bit laughable. Just look at him! He looks like he last ate something weeks ago, not to mention sleep. And.. He always did look sort of an innocent one, the type that people always step on. If I just knew what made him this way.. He's a homicidal maniac, goddamnit! People are not born that way. I think.
Johnny took another sip from his mug. It was almost empty by now. He was starting to feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you know the feeling you get after drinking hot chocolate. But even that couldn't shake away the feeling of _something_ being wrong. Maybe it was just having someone around the house.. Or maybe it had something to do with the powers of demonic green children.. He just didn't know. It was very annoying. Very very very annoying. Nny didn't know what to do.
Devi sat in the kitchen table, wondering if she should go to the store. They both needed food. But then again, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea to leave Johnny alone. He did seem sort of desoerate when she had arrived. And no matter what faults a guy might have, she did _not_ want to be responsible for suicide. And, in the end, Johnny wasn't a bad guy. If she could assure him to go to some kind of treatment.. Or otherwise, make him stop killing.. Maybe he deserved a second chance. Just then, Johnny pushed a spork between her ribs.
Maybe I'll continue someday..