Jackals in the Night:

Chapter IX—Voices, Voices Everywhere

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A/N: You guessed it! This is Nny's POV.  Don't worry too much about Squee…at least, try not to. GAHA!  Enjoy…Slave Drivers.

Pairings: Nny/Squee, Pepito/Squee [one sided]

Genre: Slash, Angst/Drama, OOC

Disclaimer:  Vasquez is pissed.  I'm afraid.  Fear for me?

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            Ah…the joy of teaching the stupid the error of their ways. I've missed doing this. Perhaps in their next life they will learn to be credulous to others. Squee would often stop me from making sure assholes learn their lesson before they die.  Finally, he just said he gave up and allowed me to kill people as long as it wasn't around him. 

            Don't know why I allowed Squeegee to stop me from killing assholes.  Guess because I feel like I need to save some of that sanity he has.  Oh well.

            Reverend Meat[11] has appeared again.  I wonder where that bastard's been.  Oh well…he hasn't bothered me too much today.

            Drilling some holes into the back of some asshole's head[12], I glance over to Mr. Meat.

            "What are you doing back?" Curiosity has always got the better of me.

            "…h-huh..?" Asshole asks confused as more holes are drilled.

            "Not you. Him." I motion my head to the plastic statue.

            "…whazzat?"  Looks like Asshole's vision is fading.  Oh well.

            "Nevermind."

            I'm here…because you want me to be.

            "Eh? I don't want you to be here." I grumble, taking my anger out with the drill.

            "…neather..do…me.." Asshole mumbles. Really can he GET any ruder?! 

            "Do you mind?!  Did I look like I'm talking to you?!"  I growl, digging deep into his brain.

            You're happy.  But you do not wish to be.  You wish to be as cold as the moon…remember?

            "Using my words against me isn't going to make me any less happy at this moment." Getting tired of the drill, I just grab the hammer from the toolbox.

            "…eh…?  Am me…dead?" He groans blood pooling from the drill hole.

            "Not yet." I slam the hammer into the back of his head a few times.  There is silence and blood dripping from the tool.  "Now you're dead."

            I'm actually happy that you have such a cute boyfriend.

            "Eh..? Boyfriend?" Now Meathead has got my attention.

            That Squee.  He seems very sane and niiiiiice.  Didn't think you would allow yourself to be happy with him…but I guess I was wrong.

            "Excuse me?!  Squeegee is just living here.  You perverted little munchkin!"  I growl loudly moving over towards the plastic figure—but not before I step on the head of that Asshole.  Yeah…I really didn't like him.

            But…I'm afraid…he's not well.

            "Eh?! Not well?!  Is he sick?" 

            In the head.  He's becoming worst than you.  Much worst.  You should stop it!  You cannot allow him to live such a sad life!  Like your life!

            "But…I made sure he wouldn't get sick…"

            I'm sorry, Johnny.  It's too late for him.  You should make sure his life ends now…before he is nothing but a mirror image of yourself.  You wouldn't want him to be like that would you?

            "Of course not! But…"

            Do you want him to act like you?

            "NO!"

            Then…you know what you must do.  I stare as Reverend Meat is now holding a knife instead of a burger. 

            "….but I couldn't…"  I shake my head. "Not Squeegee."

            Then…you wish him to live a life of insanity?  A life where he only gets joy in killing people?  Where he begins to wish for real friends…?  Slowly slipping into depression then wishing to end his life?  Of course not!  End the cycle now, Johnny!  You have to!  If not for the world's sake…than for Squee's.

            "…Squeegee…" I take the knife from Reverend Meat.  I have to save Squee…save him from himself.

            I move up the stairs in long strides.  Soon, I find myself in his room.  He looks so sweet like that.  Deep asleep in his bed as if the sickness really wasn't inside of him.  But I have to do this.  I have to save him! 

            I raise the blade above my head—going to plunge it into his chest.  It will be a quick death.  That's the least I can do for Squee. 

            "I'll save you Squee." Is all that passes through my lips as I bring the blade down.

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TBC? OoOoo I'm so evil! But Reverend Meat is more evil!

[11] I found out it's the name most people call that Bud's Burger Guy.  That's for those who didn't know. ^_^ (Thanks JohnnyLover!)

[12] Remember when he did that?  I thought it would be good if he did that again! XD~