Jackals in the Night:
Chapter XIV—Bloody Reminiscences
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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. Yes I know it's only been a few hours since my last update, but I usually update like two or three times a day. Forgive me. You see…I didn't even know what was going to happen. I had to think about it. That and I got some awesome anime videos! Couldn't just leave them to get dust! That and I got that one flame. See, I'm very self-conscious about my work…if someone doesn't like it…I get kind of…twitchy. That and one of my friends IMed me to tell me how OOC everyone was. GAH! Sadness. But I got it kind of out of my system. Sorry for such a long note, just wanted everyone to understand the delay.
Pairing: Nny/Squee, Pepito/Squee [kind of…not really…whatever]
Genre: Slash, Angst/Drama, OOC, Gore [some]
Disclaimer: I have scared Vasquez away with my preppy-cheerleader act. However…I fear he will send his minions to deal with me soon. AH!
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Warm. I feel so warm. Nny—Johnny—he's…I don't believe it. Maybe he's just having a weird moment or something. However, I allow my eyes to slip shut as I wrap my arms around him. I never thought he would allow me to touch him. Yes, he never seems to mind when I do—but I know he's uncomfortable.
Our lips part only for a second as I lay my head on his shoulder. It's nice…but…why is he acting like this? Not that I'm complaining but…it seems…so not Nny.
Maybe he's changed. Just maybe.
Suddenly, there's a deep pain that shoots from my arm. Numb. It slowly seemed to be going numb from the pain. Crying out, I pull away from Nny to stare at it.
Redness is splashed all over it. I can hardly move it now. Red…red from …blood…my blood…
"Nny!" I turn to look at him…asking for some answer. Some logical reason! It made no sense!
Instead, I stare into an insane man's face. The face I've seen so many times when he's about to kill someone. A knife is in his hand now crimson from having cut into my arm. Tears flow down my face. From pain of the stab or pain in my heart…I do not know.
"What's wrong Squeegee?" His smile turns even more sinister—if that is possible. "Not up to my affections?"
"…Nny…" I move slowly to run up the stairs.
Please…Please Pepito still be upstairs! Please don't leave! I'm shaking from fear if he had left. If I'm now going to just be another victim of Nny's. What…what have I done to earn his hatred. Does he hate me because I love him? Is that it?
Walking slowly towards me, Nny raises the blade again. I don't wait for any openings now. I turn to run up the stairs. I have to get away! At least until Nny's back to his old self.
Holding onto my arm, I feel the blood flow through my fingers as I run for the nearest exit. Pausing briefly, I turn to hear a high pitched screech cut into the air. Soon, I feel a deep ache in my leg. Slamming into the ground from the force of the blow, I glance at my leg to find it as maimed as my arm. Turning myself over, I look at Nny. Begging for some mercy. For some explanation. FOR ANYTHING!
All I find is cold indiffereance. He takes the knife out of my leg—only earning a cry of pain from me—and slams it into the other one without so much as blinking. Or recognizing what he is doing!
"Stay here." He smiles coolly as he takes long strides into a room down the hall.
This is…too cruel. I carefully tug at the blade lodged into my leg. Pulling it out, I stare at it with much distain. Seeing it covered with my blood, almost makes me want to cry. Why was Nny acting like this?! What was going through his head?!
Snapping to attention, I turn to move towards the stairs again. Maybe he'll stay in that room long enough for me to get to it. Then it slowly dawns on me. Pepito! Pepito might still be upstairs! But…if I start crying for him…won't Nny come out of that room? Would Pepito have enough time to get down here? Probably not.
I have to get far enough so that when I do call for him...he can help me. I try to push myself up by using the wall as a brace. However, I only crumble to the ground. The wounds on my legs may have been minor…but they were well placed that the only way to move would be to crawl. How…Nnyish.
I pull myself along using my undamaged arm. I had only gotten a few inches from where I was before. This…this was hopeless. Nny really was going to kill me. He was just going to leave me here to bleed to death…or kill me himself. I hope he does it…because even if I am to die…I would be happy if Nny was the one to kill me.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to slip to the floor. No need to fight the inevitable. I try not to cry as I hear the door down the hall slam shut followed by the sounds of boots against the wooden floor. There is another noise along with the boots…a low scraping noise. I can hardly turn my head now to see what it is. The blood loss is really starting to get to me, now. Everything is getting so blurry. All I know is Nny's coming…and he's carrying something heavy.
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TBC?
C&C are welcome!
If you are wondering how long it took Squee to move…about 5 minutes or so. With all that blood loss from three limbs…even I would be out of it. Sorry for the confusion if there was any. And, yet another cliffhanger. I have to make sure you all continue to read my work. Sorry everyone!