Jackals in the Night:
Chapter X—Even Hell Can Cry
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A/N: Much like Chapter VI, this is going to be in 3rd person view. Now...please enjoy yourselves.
Pairings: Nny/Squee, Pepito/Squee [one-sided]
Genre: Slash, Angst/Drama, OOC
Disclaimer: Jhonen Vasquez is sending me scary notes. I pray I will fall asleep before I die.
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Pepito's boots beat against the sidewalk as he raced to get to the shack where he knew a certain homicidal maniac lived. He couldn't let Nny do it! He couldn't! So he was messing with the laws of Heaven and Hell—who the hell cared at this moment?! He could give a rat's ass about that. No matter how much his father tried to stop him.
"Pepito!" His father loomed over him, glancing at the scattered files. "What are you doing?!"
"…why didn't you tell me?" Pepito glared at the man behind him. "Why?!"
"Neither I nor you can mess with the cosmic balance of things. If you do…we might get in very big trouble." He gave his son a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Pepito, but we cannot interfere."
"NO!" His hands and body had flames around them. "I won't let him kill Todd!"
Without another word, Pepito ran out of the house—ignoring his father's cries.
"I have to hurry!" He ran faster against time. "Please be safe, Todd!"
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Reverend Meat sat where he was—an enigmatic smile across his plastic face. Nny had just left, running up stairs to "save" that Squee from "himself." He really didn't think it would work out that well.
He had watched as his predecessors—Mr. Eff and Psycho-Doughboy—had failed at trying to get Nny to do the things they wanted. However, they did get Nny to try to kill that Devi-girl. That was only because they were playing with emotions that Nny had no control over. If they had kept it up, Reverend Meat was sure they could have gotten Johnny to do whatever they wanted. Unfortunately—or fortunately—they were too simple-minded to catch that. However, he was not and more than happy to exploit Nny's weakness.
If Nny allowed this boy to live, Reverend Meat would be forced to be put into submission. The only reason he hadn't shown up is because that Squee—as Johnny calls him—had been making sure he stayed as sane as Nnyly possible. Hence, it took all of his strength to appear before Nny today.
How he loathed that brat! That Squee was screwing up everything! All this plans would be smashed if he allowed Nny to keep that kid around.
But that's all in the past…Squee would soon be dead and he would have power over Nny. Not only would Nny be depressed about killing someone like Squee, he will also be much easier to manipulate.
He just couldn't wait.
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Pepito had reached the house without too much trouble. Panting, he opened the door and rushed in. Glancing around, Pepito could not see his friend and soon was forced into panic.
Where was Todd?! Wasn't he always up about now?! Don't panic he probably went to bed early. Then where is Nny?!
Not used to the house at all, Pepito could only think of one place Todd could be. Groaning, he ran down the basement stairs crying out his friend's name.
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Nny looked up from where he was. That was Pepito's voice. Calling for Squee? Damn…he glanced at Squee with sadness in his eyes.
The knife lay lodged into the bed. Feathers had exploded from where the impact was.
But no blood.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't hurt Squeegee. No matter how sick in the head Squee became…he couldn't do it.
Sure he's killed people before…even that one nice guy. But this was Squee. He was different from all of them.
Sighing, he moved to leave the room—leaving his knife where it laid. He had to get Pepito out of his basement. No telling what that little demon would do. Glancing back, he looked at the sleeping form of his only friend.
"I'm sorry Squee." He said as he leaves the room. "I just couldn't save you."
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Waking with a start, Squee looked around at where he was. He was surprised that he didn't have a nightmare that time. However, he thought he heard someone call his name. Looking around, he found that no one was there. Giving a short shrug, he moved to roll over on his side.
Crying out slightly, he had hit something very solid. Squee took the object out of the bed with great caution. It was a knife. He'd never seen it before. He was sure he didn't go to bed with it in the mattress. Glancing at the hilt, there was a smilie face on it.
Would Nny…no! Nny wouldn't try to kill him! Never!
It was probably just there and he didn't notice it.
Happy with his decision, he soon fell back asleep—oblivious at how close his life came to an end.
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TBC?
C&C are welcome.
Told you not to worry about Squee! ^_^ Sorry this chapter was so short…I ran out of a few ideas while writing it. ^^;;