Jackals in the Night:
Chapter XII—Teardrops
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A/N: I wrote this while I was really sleep deprived. I have no clue what I'm writing right now. @.@;; Fear it!
Pairings: Nny/Squee, Pepito/Squee [one-sided]
Genre: Slash, Angst/Drama, OOC
Disclaimer: Jhonen Vasquez made this comic. I just worship it. Then he politely asks me to stop drooling on his paper and leave his house before he has rabid weasels chew off my face.
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My eyes widen as I repeat in my mind what Pepito had just said. Love? He loves me? Then that … that girl Pepito was talking about…was me? Oh…Pepito.
I feel tears gather around my eyes. He looks shocked as if he is about to run out the door. I reach out and grab his hand. Again he looks shocked and stares down at my hand. Sniffling, I glance again at my folder.
Cause of Death: Stabbed to death by Johnny C….
Johnny…Johnny's going to kill me. I still can't believe it. Wiping my eyes with my free hand, I glance up at Pepito to see him looking at me with great worry. Hugging him, I cry softly into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Pepito." I whimper into the cloth. "But…even if he is going to kill me…I still cannot leave him. I'm sorry…that I cannot love you…you really are a-a nice guy…"
He doesn't say anything; just allows me to cry into his shoulder. I feel so horrible. Like some unwanted child that is begging for attention from a complete stranger. And what's worst…is that he loves me. And I—even if I did try—could never love him the same way.
I don't know when I've become so weak. I never used to cry this much. I don't even know why I'm crying now. I'm glad Pepito doesn't mind. He really is a nice friend. I'm sure that if I hadn't met Johnny…I might have had a chance with him.
After a short time, Pepito finally says something to me.
"It's alright." I feel his breath on my hair. "I knew that you couldn't…I can be happy just being here…I'll save you…Todd."
I'll save you. Why do those words sound so familiar? Had he said them to me before? No…he hadn't…that voice sounded…so…
"Todd..?"
"I'm sorry. Just a little tired I suppose…but…where is Nny?" I look around expecting him to jump out of the shadows or something.
"Don't know…started talking to some figurine so I left." Pepito shrugged.
"Figurine?"
"Just some weird toy I suppose."
"….oh…." I pick up Schmee from the bed, hugging him to myself.
"I've been meaning to ask you…" Pepito motioned towards the bear—I'm almost too relieved he changed the subject. "Where did you get that bear?"
"I-I don't really know." I close my eyes—trying to remember. An elderly woman's face comes into my mind. She gently hands me the teddy bear with a demented smile on its face. She gave a sweet smile—her wrinkles curling up making her look younger than she was. In the play within my memories, she soon is in a casket—being lowered into the ground—I stand by the grave looking sadly into it, crying wildly not for her to go. Father grabs me by my arm—nearly pulling it out of its socket—dragging me away, saying something like: good rid dens.
After a short time, I fall back into the present. Feeling renewed tears running down my face.
"I think…I think I got it from my grandmother…before she died. I think…she was the only one who really liked me. She would come over all the time saying how wonderful it was to have a grandchild. Father would glare daggers at her…and Mother would be…would be too drugged to care…" Sniffling again, I rub my nose with the back of my sleeve. "She gave me Schmee as a present…it's the only one I really got."
"Oh…Todd…" He looks like he's about to cry himself.
I never knew what a sad childhood I've had. I never really thought of it that much. Sure I thought it was sometimes unbearable but…I never thought it to be as sad as I found it to be now. My eyes wander around the room—trying hard not to think of the past—they fall again on the folder by my side.
I open my mouth to ask Pepito a question that's been burning in my mind since I read the words of my supposed death. However, I never got the time. There was a loud screams coming from the basement. They sounded different from the ones of the victims. We both snap to attention as we get out of the room—running to the basement.
"NNY! NNY WHAT'S WRONG?!" I hear my voice echo down the stairs.
My only answer is another scream. Gathering up my courage, I race down the stairs with Pepito shortly behind me. What can be wrong with Nny!?
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TBC?
C&C are welcome.
Not much really happened in this chapter. I'm sorry. I'm really out of it. I just hope you enjoyed it. @.@;;