Chapter 6 and the death of Nny. I don't really know how I could have gotten this far on just listening to AC/DC for inspiration. Maybe I'm just weird like that. But enough about my writing, this is where everything kick's into high gear.

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The streetlights had just begun to come on as Nny walked the sidewalk. He stopped only once to readjust a small dagger that was piercing him in his side.

Behind him, Eff feared for his own existence. The Dark Lord's words still rung in his ears: You have one hour. If he failed, that would be that. He wished he could see where exactly Nny was going.

He began fiddling with a small hole in the backpack and began to make it larger, just enough to see out of. He could see that Nny had passed several blocks by now, but it was no way of knowing where he was going.

"I must find a way for him to kill himself or I'm cooked."

Nny stopped and bent down at a small, unmarked grave. He stared down at it for some time, as a million thoughts went through his mind.

"Mom", he said.

Eff poked his head out of the pack and looked at Nny.

"This is how you want to spend your time?" he asked.

"She was the only one for a long time that actually cared about me", he said, ignoring Eff.

"What about that cowboy back when you went to Texas?"

"I rather not think about that."

He zipped the backpack back up and proceeded to go to the church that was nearby.



"Darling", Sheila said between the kisses of her boyfriend. "We can't fornicate in the house of God."

"Don't worry", he said. "I'm sure he won't mind. Besides, there ain't anybody going to come over here. This church has been closed down for years, ever since my mom was a teenager."

"If you say so. Kiss me again!"



Nny hovered overhead as the couple began to make out. It was interesting to see young lovers sealing their eternal bonds.

He got just a little closer and tapped the boyfriend on the shoulder.

"Excuse me", he said. The boyfriend looked at Nny.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Just to tell you that you might be a danger to this girl. Now don't speak. You want to hear something interesting?"

"What?"

Nny bent down to the boyfriend's ear and whispered, "I'm going to gut you and your girlfriend right here, right now, like a couple of fish." He pulled out the dagger and thrust it into the back of the boyfriend.

But he missed; the boyfriend moved just enough that the dagger scratched him. He rolled off the pew and onto the floor.

Sheila looked into the eyes of Nny; where hers were bright and brown, his were cold and devoid of color.

"Sorry", he said. "But now you have to die."

He thrust the knife down into her stomach. Sheila screamed as Nny began to slide the dagger to her hipbone.

"HEY! YOU SON OF A BITCH! CATCH THIS!"

Nny looked up. The boyfriend had taken a part of the whistle from an old organ, and swung it at Nny's head.

Nny stumbled as he pulled the dagger out of Sheila's body and grabbed his left temple; a gaping wound began to gush out blood.

He turned on his toes, managed to walk a few more paces, and then fell in front of the Crucifixion of Jesus statue.

"Are you all right", the boyfriend asked, shaking Sheila. She did not answer. He grabbed her, and carried her out of the church.

The moon's light shone on the figure of Nny. Blood was pouring from his wound to the head.

Eff climbed out of the backpack, and looked at the still figure of Nny. He could not help but smile a wide smile.

R.I.P. Johnny C. A fitting end to a fitting life. Ringing down the final curtain. Or is it? Chapter 7 will explain it all.