Jackals in the Night:
Chapter II—Sheep's Clothing
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A/N: Seeing as everyone wishes to have a second chapter put on Jackals, I caved and allowed myself to write another one. BTW, it's hard to write Nny's personality out. I have the entire series, yes, but Nny still is pretty hard to write. I put Pepito in this chapter. Well he's mentioned. XD Enjoy it you slave drivers. XD
Genre: Slash/Shounen ai (m/m—sort of), Angst/Dramatic, OOC (Nny, Squee)
Disclaimers: Jhonen Vasquez made this comic not me! I'm just writing out something that came to mind. Yeah…he would kick my ass if he knew I was writing this.
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"Tell me Todd, have you been talking to Schmee lately?" the doctor motioned towards the bear I was holding.
"…why…why do you ask?" I can't believe I'm still afraid of these people. Like Nny said: They are just human. Not a monster. Not a bogeyman[3]. Nny…I'm starting to remember him. I'm starting to remember. Should I…? Won't it open just some 'can of worms?'
"Todd. If you wish to leave this place, you have to learn to trust me." He taps his pen on the desk before him shaking me out of my reverie. Annoyance is clear in his green eyes.
"Y-yes. I have. Schmee says this is a bad place and I shouldn't be here."
"Todd, Schmee is wrong. This place is designed to help people. Please try to remind Schmee that next time you 'talk,' won't you?" He give me a grin that shows all of his teeth. Nny used to do that, but on this man…it looks even scarier.
"Yes, sir." I leave go back to my room. The orderlies grab me too hard as they drag to my cell. I don't know why I become so submissive when I'm around these people. They are just humans. I shouldn't be afraid of them. But I'm not strong…not like Nny…not like Pepito…not like anyone.
Pepito? That's right…Pepito was my friend…I suppose. He's was nice…when he wasn't killing our classmates. Where is my memory going? Will I soon no longer remember who I am?
We reach my cell. I don't even remember walking to it. Schmee is roughly taken from my grasp as I begin to enter my prison. The orderlies cruel laughter echoes in my ears as they hold Schmee just out of my reach. It is times like this I wish I could lash out in anger. But I never could. I hid that emotion deep within me—along with the one that hated my parents. No matter how hard I tried…I could never bring it up. Not even now.
"P-Please give him back to me." Is all I can say. Maybe they will pity me enough to give me Schmee back.
"~P-Please give him back to me.~" Their laughter ensues as they tease me within the cell. "You're old enough not to need one of these things around."
"…I'm not…" I reach for him again only to have him slip out of my reach. "Give him back…I-I haven't done anything to you."
"No…you haven't. And that the problem…you will try something sooner or later." One order said as he tossed Schmee in the air a few times.
"No I won't. Just…give Schmee back please!" I can feel my pulse rising. I haven't been without Schmee for this long. Hyperventilating! I'm hyperventilating!
"Awww…poor little Todd can't live without his widdle teddy bear." Their cruel eyes stare at me as they keep Schmee within their grasp.
"No! No I can't! I can't!" Agree. Agree to everything. They have to give Schmee back! They've more than satisfied their pride!
"I think we should teach you how to live without this stupid toy." The-they wouldn't… A massive hand reaches for Schmee's head. His wrist begins to turn, pulling Schmee's head with the movement.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" I close my eyes—I can't bear to see them desecrate Schmee.
But I don't hear a tearing noise. Instead, there is a high-pitched whistling noise that fills the air within the room. A sickening crack as it made contact. Another whistling noise followed by a second crack. Wetness hits my face as I feel two thuds touch the ground near me. I can't open my eyes. I'm too afraid. I'm always too afraid.
A soft, plush feeling is pressed against my hands that I had wringing my shirt. Schmee?
I open my eyes to look down. There's Schmee. He's head still there. Sure…there is some stuffing out at the side, but I can fix that. I touch Schmee's forever smiling face, feeling relief so bad I'm trembling. Suddenly, I remember the person who saved Schmee. My eyes focus on the person standing before me. Surprise fills them wholly making them look larger than they already are.
"…N-Nny?" I can hear my voice crack as I stare at the man who's lived next door to me. The man who I used to be afraid of. The man who killed thousands of people. The man who just saved Schmee from those orderlies.
"Oh! You remembered my name, Squeegee!" He gives one of his smiles though it seems less demented than when I was younger.
He doesn't look at all different from before. It's as if he's never aged…maybe even grew younger. Still tall and somewhat lengthy with shaggy black hair still remains never to be tamed. His brown eyes that see into the souls have grown softer. Was it that "holiday" he took that made him like this? I give a quick glance to his hands. A metal pipe. Though it's covered with….blood?!
I touch my face and pull it back. Red. My hand is red. I glance down to the two bodies by my feet. Nny…Nny had…the orderlies…their faces…
DUMBASS! YOU'RE SCARYING THE BOY!
"Shut up Mr. Bear! You speak lies! LIES!"
He's arguing with Schmee. He just….cracked the orderlies skulls…and now he's arguing with Schmee. I-I can't take this. Black. Everything is going black. Schmee's worried voice enters my mind. Nny…Nny…I don't believe it.
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TBC?
C&C are welcome! ^_^ Yes I am evil.
[3] Nny tells Squee this before he kills the child molester in JTHM#3.