Jackals in the Night:

Chapter XVII—Promises Kept

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A/N: For you who asked, I don't know how to do 2nd person view.  I hope you all weren't too flabbergasted on Chapter XVI; even I don't know what I was thinking.  Anyway, here is Nny's POV again…it will be kind of off…considering he got the crap kicked out of him just a few Chapter's ago.  He's yet to heal…heh…

Nny:  I hate you.

I know. ~weep~ Enjoy!

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

Genre: Slash, Angst/Drama, OOC, Gore [yup…some more]

Disclaimer: Jhonen is truly a force to recon with…even if I had somehow gotten rid of Happy Noodle Boy [a nice neighbor shot him for me!]…Wooble Head Boy took his place.  DOES THE MADNESS EVER END!?

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            I lay against the wall—Meat had long since given me back control after Pepito had left.  I glance down at my body to check how much damage was done.  Wetness rolls down from my forehead where Pepito has grabbed my hair.  Sheesh.   I glance down at my scorched limbs.  Moving is definitely not an option right now.

            I'm not sure if I should be grateful to Pepito for loosing the control Meat had…considering…half my motor skills are shit now.

            The door from upstairs slams against the wall.  Raising my head slowly, I follow the sound of footsteps that move into the room that Squeegee was sleeping it before they move out of the room towards the basement stairs.

            Eh…robbers?  Sheesh…really…those vultures…

            With a steady hand, I reach into my pants' pocket to pull out a small switch blade.  Eh…might as well make stealing my shit hard on them. 

            The steps creaks echo through the hallway as the being walks down into the passage I reside in. 

            "I'm glad you're still alive."  I feel a smirk touch my lips as I recognize that voice.  "Most people would have died from the pain…though…you're not like most people."

            I turn my head in the general direction of his voice, and speak conversationally. "Hello, Pepito."

            "Don't you "Hello, Pepito" me!" I listen as his boots crack against the floor—walking towards my body.  "Todd almost died because of you!"

            "Hmm….true…." I mumble, none of my responses going through my brain before spilling out of my mouth.  "Tck…my head hurts."

            "You should get more than a bruised head." Pepito's shadow crosses in front of my vision.

            I watch as flames flow like water around his hands.  He looks at me with such loathing…one of the same looks I would give to my victims.

            "Eh..?  So you're going to kill me?"

            "I promised myself I would."  He states with a calm voice.

            "For what reason?"

            "Eh…?"  Then he growls, grabbing hold of my hair again—pulling me somewhat off the floor.  The pain is dulled from before—considering my body is still trying to do some damage control to my other limbs.  "Because of what you did to Todd!"

            Growling at such an accusation, I narrow my eyes at him—or give him a drowsy glare.  Staring at him with clear eyes, I open my mouth to speak my innocence.

            "I did nothing."

            My head found itself slammed into the wall again—this time causing a dent into it.  All I can see through my blurred vision is Pepito's eyes burning with hatred. 

          "Nothing.  Nothing."  His voice has a cold ring to it as he gets closer to my face.  "What do you call maiming his arm?  Smashing his leg?"

            "Not….me…."  Brain definitely not functioning as it should. 

            "Eh…?!  Sloppy lie!" Again my skull slams into the concrete wall cutting into the soft tissue inside.

            Pepito began strangling me, finger digging deep into my neck.  I feel flames press into my flesh.  Stinging it until it cracks, allowing the veins inside to flow more blood onto the floor. 

Pepito seems really pissed.  Not sure how to tell him…the…truth.  Brain…shutting…down…I have to…explain.

            "…meat…."  The word passes across my bloodied lips.

            "Meat?"  He stops before letting go of my neck—double over laughing.  "Becoming desperate eh!?"

            His laughter echoes through my ears.  Didn't think he was going to understand.  My attention soon turns towards the thing is Pepito's pocket.  Schmee?  Eh…what's he doing here?  Probably enjoying…my…pain.  Bastard…Teddy….

            I allow my eyes to slip shut with only Pepito's laughter as my comfort.

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TBC?

C&C are welcome!

~shrugs~ Not sure what is going on in this chapter either!  I just obey what the Rubber Pants™ tells me!  I'm sorry it came out so short!  I'm really ashamed of this chapter too!  Sheesh…what's with all these cliffhangers?!  I swear I'm not trying to do this!  I just run out of ideas.  If anyone has an idea of what should happen in the next chapter please feel free to put it in the review!  I might use it.  I'm becoming desperate!  That's all!