Disclaimer: These aren't my characters, they're Jhonen's. But you probaply
already knew that.
A/N: I don't know if Johnny's protected by anything after Moose, the Doughboys and all that shit is gone. Neither does anyone else. Except Jhonen of course. I guess.
"What the..?", Devi managed to blurt, pressing her hands to the wound to stop it from bleeding. "Don't even try.. I know what you're doing, trying to lull me to a false sense of security so that you can.. Umm.. You can.. Do something bad, anyway. " Devi stared at him, eyes wide on some sort of disbelief. "So, you're surprised I saw thru your mask? You're plan was flawless, except for one minor detail.(A/N sometimes you just have to go with the classics..) You actually were nice to me. No one ever does that, you know. Especially people I've tried to decapitate." Devi's vision started to blur. She blinked a couple of times. "So now you've got nothing to say, huh? Maybe next time you won't.. " Johnny was rambling, but she coudn't make out what he was saying. She didn't actually even care. Didn't have the energy. She collapsed to the floor. "Oh no! Devi! What happened to you?" Johnny was screaming. "You killed me, you idiot.." "Killed you? No, I wouldn't.. I.. Never would.." Nny blinked when Devi weakly pointed at the bloody spork he was holding in his hand. "Oh. I'm.. sorry." Devi managed to look a bit pissed, which was quite a feat from someone who was bleeding to death. "Johnny, that doesn't matter much. You stabbed me with a spork and don't even try to say you didn't mean to." Johnny swallowed up the words. "Please.. Call 911.. Or something.." He managed to look guilty. "I.. I can't.. I don't have a phone.. It got somewhat damaged when that bullet went right through it.." "Ok, then do something. Johnny, please?" He just stood there, looking confused.
Johnny sat on the floor, staring straight forward. He was still holding the stained spork in his hand. He hadn't known what to do, it wasn't his fault..? No, he knew that that was not right. He was responsible. A little after Devi's eyes had rolled white, someone had knocked on the door. He was too horrified to go open it, but the someone was bold enough to push the door open anyway. "Devi?", asked a quiet voice. He held his breath. It was a woman, holding what appeared to be a little squeaky-doll..? Then recognition hit him. Tenna, Devi's more-than-half mad friend. He had met her a couple of times in the bookstore. Johnny was a bit scared of her even normally and had absolutely no idea what she'd do if she found him next to her seeming-to-be-dead friend. So Johnny decided to hide under the table. "Devi? e She sounded a bit more brave this time. She stepped in to the kitchen (DEVI!?) and ran to her, screaming her name. "Oh my God.." She managed to lift Devi to her shoulder and run out of the house, leaving Johnny under the table, shivering, and uncertain. And now.. He just sat there, staring to nothingness, not even lifting his head when the police broke through his door.
That was short. Mostly because I have a terribly horrible head-ache and didn't feel like writing more. And because I have to go and check on my dinner. And because I really want a candyfloss. They're delicious.
A/N: I don't know if Johnny's protected by anything after Moose, the Doughboys and all that shit is gone. Neither does anyone else. Except Jhonen of course. I guess.
"What the..?", Devi managed to blurt, pressing her hands to the wound to stop it from bleeding. "Don't even try.. I know what you're doing, trying to lull me to a false sense of security so that you can.. Umm.. You can.. Do something bad, anyway. " Devi stared at him, eyes wide on some sort of disbelief. "So, you're surprised I saw thru your mask? You're plan was flawless, except for one minor detail.(A/N sometimes you just have to go with the classics..) You actually were nice to me. No one ever does that, you know. Especially people I've tried to decapitate." Devi's vision started to blur. She blinked a couple of times. "So now you've got nothing to say, huh? Maybe next time you won't.. " Johnny was rambling, but she coudn't make out what he was saying. She didn't actually even care. Didn't have the energy. She collapsed to the floor. "Oh no! Devi! What happened to you?" Johnny was screaming. "You killed me, you idiot.." "Killed you? No, I wouldn't.. I.. Never would.." Nny blinked when Devi weakly pointed at the bloody spork he was holding in his hand. "Oh. I'm.. sorry." Devi managed to look a bit pissed, which was quite a feat from someone who was bleeding to death. "Johnny, that doesn't matter much. You stabbed me with a spork and don't even try to say you didn't mean to." Johnny swallowed up the words. "Please.. Call 911.. Or something.." He managed to look guilty. "I.. I can't.. I don't have a phone.. It got somewhat damaged when that bullet went right through it.." "Ok, then do something. Johnny, please?" He just stood there, looking confused.
Johnny sat on the floor, staring straight forward. He was still holding the stained spork in his hand. He hadn't known what to do, it wasn't his fault..? No, he knew that that was not right. He was responsible. A little after Devi's eyes had rolled white, someone had knocked on the door. He was too horrified to go open it, but the someone was bold enough to push the door open anyway. "Devi?", asked a quiet voice. He held his breath. It was a woman, holding what appeared to be a little squeaky-doll..? Then recognition hit him. Tenna, Devi's more-than-half mad friend. He had met her a couple of times in the bookstore. Johnny was a bit scared of her even normally and had absolutely no idea what she'd do if she found him next to her seeming-to-be-dead friend. So Johnny decided to hide under the table. "Devi? e She sounded a bit more brave this time. She stepped in to the kitchen (DEVI!?) and ran to her, screaming her name. "Oh my God.." She managed to lift Devi to her shoulder and run out of the house, leaving Johnny under the table, shivering, and uncertain. And now.. He just sat there, staring to nothingness, not even lifting his head when the police broke through his door.
That was short. Mostly because I have a terribly horrible head-ache and didn't feel like writing more. And because I have to go and check on my dinner. And because I really want a candyfloss. They're delicious.