Jackals in the Night:
Chapter IV—Smite the Wicked
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A/N: Yup! Another chapter. I'm actually surprised I'm writing this fast. Guess Nny's using his "special" powers on me. GAHA! Anyway, I was never for easy romances just to tell you. Enjoy, Slave Drivers!!
Pairing(s): Nny/Squee, ?/Squee
Genre: Shounen ai/Slash, Angst/Dramatic, OOC
Disclaimer: Jhonen wants to kick my ass for writing this. Thank you.
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Months had past since my escape from the asylum. I was actually surprised no one came for me, but I suppose after what Nny did…I doubt they want to try to take me back. Also, it seemed that the real estate agents couldn't even give this house away—being next to a homicidal maniac doesn't help things; neither does that ghost girl[4]. When they had found out I had been living here, they had just given me the deed and ran away screaming about being free. I began to relive in my house…it was from habit more than what I wanted. Shocked—yes—but I'm happy to be living here instead of some dingy apartment. Not like I could pay for it.
I can't get a job with the education I've had. Hell…I didn't even finish elementary school. Going back would only cause more pain to me. Seeing the kids look at me and thinking how stupid I must be. I wouldn't be able to stand it. However, Nny's been nice enough to lend me some of his clothes that he had grown out of.
Nny's really a nice person…just like I always thought. He's stayed around the house until I finally accepted the fact my parents are never coming to get me…never coming back again. However, he said if he saw them, he would…do very, very bad things to them. I don't think I wanna know…all he says is it won't be pleasant.
I've actually become very emotionally dependant on Nny. He doesn't say anything when I come over for some odd reason late at night. I don't understand why I always feel the need to be around him. I suppose with no love from my parents, those feelings had to be quelled somehow. Yes, that has to be it. Nny is just an elder brother to me.
At least…I think so.
However, without a job, I'm going to just be a burden for Nny. I've tried to get a job, but my outward appearance isn't exactly the best in the world.
I'm only 5' 3" but that's nothing compared to Nny's height. I probably never will be as tall as Nny—hence, all his clothing hangs loosely off my body. Some outfits also has some irremovable blood stains which doesn't help me look any less of an axe murderer. My hair is still untamable—but now short. I couldn't afford a barber; so with much care, I allowed Nny to try something with his knife. He actually was very careful. Though he did worry me when he started by saying: Don't worry Squeegee! I did this before on some unnamed asshole. Man was she evil…I should try that again soon…
Swinging my legs on a chair, I await Nny to bring over whatever he has cooked. It will probably be spaghettis or some other thing. I really don't know where he gets all this money; he never works. I'm starting to think he just takes the money from his victims, but that's alright—at least he's taking care of himself. But it must be hard to take care of me as well. Why is it even when it's okay with the person, I still feel like a burden?
"Squeegee!" A voice came from the basement as Nny's head soon popped up from the stairs. "Damn corpses! They are really filling up that tunnel."
"A-Are they?" I shake a bit, wondering how many he's killed now.
"Yup. Damn them. Oh well…I'll bury them later…maybe…" A demented grin crosses his features as he places a bowl in front of me. "Here you go, Squee!"
"Thank you, Nny." Yup…Spaghettis. I notice Nny still standing around watching to make sure I eat. "I'm sorry, Nny."
"Hmmm…? For what?" He places his hands underneath his chin as he always does when he's thinking.
"For making you look after me." I bow my head, my short locks falling in front of my face. "I know you probably don't want to. Nobody wants to."
"Don't worry about it Squeegee." Nny gave a nod a few times. "Me and that Lying Bastard Teddy don't want you to be alone."
"Are you always going to call Schmee[5] that?" I let out a sigh as I begin to eat what is in front of me.
"Yes. Because that's what he is. If I could…I would find a way to kill that goddamn…" He stops to stare at me. Then gives out a short sigh as he moves to the door leading to the basement. "I'll be off Squeegee. You can just bring over the bowl whenever. Good-bye, Squee!" A larger smile crosses his lips before leaving.
I hug Schmee to myself as I continue eating. Nny really is a funny character that way. He can seem like he's about to go off on one of his rants, but stops to change the subject to something less…rantable. Schmee's been so quiet lately—I wonder if I did something wrong. Whenever Nny comes over now, Schmee doesn't say anything until he leaves. And even those are just short sentences.
I'm glad you are eating, Todd. It isn't good to go without food.
"But…Nny doesn't have that much money." I glance to the bear laying on my lap. "I don't like bothering him with petty things…"
You think eating is a petty thing? I'm really starting to worry about you.
"You shouldn't. I've been taking good care of myself."
I hate to say it…but that Nny takes better care of himself than you. Why don't you try to get a job?
I sniffle at those words. "I have been trying, but no one wants to take me. They say they couldn't allow someone who looks like me to work for them."
Don't give up, Todd! Besides, you feel bad about living off what HE makes, so please keep trying.
"Okay, Schmee." I finish my food and wash out the plate.
A short time later, I move to go over to Nny's house when the doorbell rings. I pray to whatever God is up there that it isn't Jehova's Witness or some salesman. Grabbing the knob, I turn to come face to face with…a demon?! At least he looks like one. Horns come out of his head and seem to just be ready to curve. He's a few inches higher than me with two different colored eyes. One red orb and one brown. I stand there a bit shocked as he gives a small smile.
"Hello…Pepito…" It's all I can say before he beings to move into the house.
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TBC? Yup I'm very evil!
[4] There is a ghost girl that lives in Squee's room. She accidentally chocked on a toy from a "Happy Meal."
[5] While looking over my JTHM and Squee Books…I noticed that I spell Schmee different than in the books. It is spelled Shmee. But I like Schmee better so…I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the uneventful things that happened in this chapter. But I believe…Pepito is going to cause some trouble in the next one. ^_^