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Dib ruefully threw the axe at his little sister's retreating form. He really hadn't wanted to kill her, he thought as she shrieked in pain when the axe hit her in the back. The original plan was to kill the obstacle, take a shower to wash off the blood, and go back to his room. Gaz wasn't supposed to have gotten mixed up in this.
Unable to look at her, he turned away and stared at the back wall of the basement lab. This wasn't right. She wasn't supposed to die. Gaz should have stayed up in her room, but now her death was necessary. Gaz was a witness, and one that would definitely turn him in if given half the chance. Dib couldn't let a witness like that live, even if it WAS his little sister.
Every muscle in Dib's body tensed as he heard an odd scraping sound behind him. He slowly turned to look over his shoulder, afraid of what he might see.
Gaz was several feet away from where she had been when the axe had hit her. Speaking of the axe, it was still embedded in her back. She was slowly dragging herself towards the basement stairs with her arms, leaving a thick trail of blood behind her.
Dib could pretty easily figure out what had happened. When the axe blade had hit her, it severed her spine, paralyzing her legs. In short, the witness was still alive. Dib strode over and stood between Gaz and the stairway. She looked up at him, her face splattered with blood and contorted with pain.
"why?" she growled, looking him straight in the eye.
"Because the dead don't talk." He replied, pulling the axe out of Gaz's back and causing her to shriek with agony. She started to say something else, but it was cut short as Dib slammed the axe into her face. He contented himself with hacking at the body for a while. It was senseless and brutal, but it calmed him down and he didn't know why.
Dib took a quick shower to wash off all of the blood, then set his mind on what to do next. He couldn't possibly stay where he was the cobs would know it was him for sure
His only chance, he decided, was to take all of the money in the house and maybe a few of his dad's credit cards, then run. Within minutes, Dib was on his way. Dib ran blindly through the pouring rain, while it splattered on his glasses and made his hair cling to his head. His knee was still throbbing with pain.
Completely exhausted, trembling with cold, fear, and pain, Dib came to a halt. He couldn't keep up like this for much longer, he needed shelter, and soon. An old house that clearly hadn't been occupied for some time was across the street.
Dib dashed across the road, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a truck, and frantically pried the boards off of the door. His eyes lingered on the windows for a second, but decided against pulling the boards off of them. Once inside, Dib curled up in a corner, trying to warm himself. He had to decide what he was going to do next. He couldn't go back. There was nothing left to go back to. Going farther away wasn't an option either, he was too tired and weak for that. People were looking for him, so he couldn't use the name "Dib Membrane" anymore. He needed an alias. Dib decided he'd figure that out later, and that it would be best to get his mind off it for now. He pulled a piece of paper and a pencil out of his backpack and drew comics of a stick figure. He titled it "Happy Noodle Boy" before drifting off to sleep.
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**Two Days Later**
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Dib was at the convenience store, buying a brainfreezie. He took it to the counter and handed it to the clerk.
"Hi, kid. Can't say I've seen you around here," the clerk said, trying to be friendly, "What's your name?"
This threw Dib into a temporary minipanic. He hadn't thought of an alias yet! What could he say!? Just then, a jarring pain shot up his knee, causing him to whine "knee" out loud.
"Knee?" the clerk said, looking slightly puzzled.
"Uh, yeah," Dib said, thinking fast, "Nny... short for Johnny... Johnny C."
"Oh, okay," the clerk said, taking his money, "have a nice day, Nny"
Johnny C left the convenience store, slurping his brain freezie.
End
Dib ruefully threw the axe at his little sister's retreating form. He really hadn't wanted to kill her, he thought as she shrieked in pain when the axe hit her in the back. The original plan was to kill the obstacle, take a shower to wash off the blood, and go back to his room. Gaz wasn't supposed to have gotten mixed up in this.
Unable to look at her, he turned away and stared at the back wall of the basement lab. This wasn't right. She wasn't supposed to die. Gaz should have stayed up in her room, but now her death was necessary. Gaz was a witness, and one that would definitely turn him in if given half the chance. Dib couldn't let a witness like that live, even if it WAS his little sister.
Every muscle in Dib's body tensed as he heard an odd scraping sound behind him. He slowly turned to look over his shoulder, afraid of what he might see.
Gaz was several feet away from where she had been when the axe had hit her. Speaking of the axe, it was still embedded in her back. She was slowly dragging herself towards the basement stairs with her arms, leaving a thick trail of blood behind her.
Dib could pretty easily figure out what had happened. When the axe blade had hit her, it severed her spine, paralyzing her legs. In short, the witness was still alive. Dib strode over and stood between Gaz and the stairway. She looked up at him, her face splattered with blood and contorted with pain.
"why?" she growled, looking him straight in the eye.
"Because the dead don't talk." He replied, pulling the axe out of Gaz's back and causing her to shriek with agony. She started to say something else, but it was cut short as Dib slammed the axe into her face. He contented himself with hacking at the body for a while. It was senseless and brutal, but it calmed him down and he didn't know why.
Dib took a quick shower to wash off all of the blood, then set his mind on what to do next. He couldn't possibly stay where he was the cobs would know it was him for sure
His only chance, he decided, was to take all of the money in the house and maybe a few of his dad's credit cards, then run. Within minutes, Dib was on his way. Dib ran blindly through the pouring rain, while it splattered on his glasses and made his hair cling to his head. His knee was still throbbing with pain.
Completely exhausted, trembling with cold, fear, and pain, Dib came to a halt. He couldn't keep up like this for much longer, he needed shelter, and soon. An old house that clearly hadn't been occupied for some time was across the street.
Dib dashed across the road, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a truck, and frantically pried the boards off of the door. His eyes lingered on the windows for a second, but decided against pulling the boards off of them. Once inside, Dib curled up in a corner, trying to warm himself. He had to decide what he was going to do next. He couldn't go back. There was nothing left to go back to. Going farther away wasn't an option either, he was too tired and weak for that. People were looking for him, so he couldn't use the name "Dib Membrane" anymore. He needed an alias. Dib decided he'd figure that out later, and that it would be best to get his mind off it for now. He pulled a piece of paper and a pencil out of his backpack and drew comics of a stick figure. He titled it "Happy Noodle Boy" before drifting off to sleep.
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**Two Days Later**
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Dib was at the convenience store, buying a brainfreezie. He took it to the counter and handed it to the clerk.
"Hi, kid. Can't say I've seen you around here," the clerk said, trying to be friendly, "What's your name?"
This threw Dib into a temporary minipanic. He hadn't thought of an alias yet! What could he say!? Just then, a jarring pain shot up his knee, causing him to whine "knee" out loud.
"Knee?" the clerk said, looking slightly puzzled.
"Uh, yeah," Dib said, thinking fast, "Nny... short for Johnny... Johnny C."
"Oh, okay," the clerk said, taking his money, "have a nice day, Nny"
Johnny C left the convenience store, slurping his brain freezie.
End