******Horra! TWO people reviewed the first chapter... TWO, ha HA! Ok,
this story might be fairly odd... And with any luck it will be.******
Devi was worried about Johnny, worried enough not to start running out the door once he regained conciouness, anyway. As Nny looked around, he seemed to remember his home and everything there, Devi took the chance and decided to really scope out his home since she didn't have to escape yet. She looked around, along the walls, on the ceiling, all over, and then back to the couch were Johnny was. But once she returned her eyes to the couch, she noticed a shiny, pointed object glistening from partly under the couch.
'Oh shit!' She loud enough for Nny to hear, atleast.
'What's wrong, Devi?' Johnny said with a look of innocence plastered on his face, which made him scarier than before.
'N-nothing Johnny... are you ok?' She asked, slightly hesitant.
'Yep.'
'Do you remeber... anything?' She asked.
'Like what?'
'How about, what happened last night?'
'What do you mean?' He asked wearily, sort of looking her up and down.
'... No! No, no, no, nothing like that happened. I found you on the street, lying face down. Don't you remember?'
Johnny shook his head, then finally looked down at the floor and saw the knife partially hiding under his couch. He bent down a bit and picked it up to his eye level. Devi started to sweat and took a step back.
'What's wrong, Devi?'
'Nothing, I just wanted to get... home so I could work on my paintings.'
Johnny could tell she was scared, but wasn't sure why. He got off the couch and walked up to her, still brandishing the knife clearly.
'Are you frightened of me?'
'........No.' She stalled. Finally Devi just gave up and bolted out the door, leaving Nny alone in his living room, holding a long serrated kitchen knife in his hand. Johnny was a little confused... about pretty much everything. He could still remember his name, his home, and Devi... But then there was the sound of a door slamming next door. Johnny went to the window and peered outside. He saw Squee, standing infront of the door. His parents had obviously thrown him outside for some reason. He stood staring at the door for a moment, clutching his trusty bear, until he heard a noise come from next door... Johnny's house. He jumped at the noise of his front door opening. But when he looked he saw nothing. He squeezed his bear even more, now. Then he heard a fairly chipper voice come from behind him.
'Hey Squee.'
******I think that was an efficient for the second chapter. Tell me what you think, I was very happy with the first two reviews... espically with the one from 'JohnnytheHomicidalManiac'. Hehehe.******
Devi was worried about Johnny, worried enough not to start running out the door once he regained conciouness, anyway. As Nny looked around, he seemed to remember his home and everything there, Devi took the chance and decided to really scope out his home since she didn't have to escape yet. She looked around, along the walls, on the ceiling, all over, and then back to the couch were Johnny was. But once she returned her eyes to the couch, she noticed a shiny, pointed object glistening from partly under the couch.
'Oh shit!' She loud enough for Nny to hear, atleast.
'What's wrong, Devi?' Johnny said with a look of innocence plastered on his face, which made him scarier than before.
'N-nothing Johnny... are you ok?' She asked, slightly hesitant.
'Yep.'
'Do you remeber... anything?' She asked.
'Like what?'
'How about, what happened last night?'
'What do you mean?' He asked wearily, sort of looking her up and down.
'... No! No, no, no, nothing like that happened. I found you on the street, lying face down. Don't you remember?'
Johnny shook his head, then finally looked down at the floor and saw the knife partially hiding under his couch. He bent down a bit and picked it up to his eye level. Devi started to sweat and took a step back.
'What's wrong, Devi?'
'Nothing, I just wanted to get... home so I could work on my paintings.'
Johnny could tell she was scared, but wasn't sure why. He got off the couch and walked up to her, still brandishing the knife clearly.
'Are you frightened of me?'
'........No.' She stalled. Finally Devi just gave up and bolted out the door, leaving Nny alone in his living room, holding a long serrated kitchen knife in his hand. Johnny was a little confused... about pretty much everything. He could still remember his name, his home, and Devi... But then there was the sound of a door slamming next door. Johnny went to the window and peered outside. He saw Squee, standing infront of the door. His parents had obviously thrown him outside for some reason. He stood staring at the door for a moment, clutching his trusty bear, until he heard a noise come from next door... Johnny's house. He jumped at the noise of his front door opening. But when he looked he saw nothing. He squeezed his bear even more, now. Then he heard a fairly chipper voice come from behind him.
'Hey Squee.'
******I think that was an efficient for the second chapter. Tell me what you think, I was very happy with the first two reviews... espically with the one from 'JohnnytheHomicidalManiac'. Hehehe.******