Forever Sinners:
Chapter XVI—Bereavement of Darkness
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A/N: Sorry people, this is the second to the last chapter in this fic. But don't worry I'm making somewhat of a sequel to this sequel so no worries! Okay? This is in Johnny's POV. Enjoy! P.S. I suck at fight scenes! Also, this is very melodramatic!
Disclaimer: Jhonen, look I'm finishing it! Put that whip down…then again… ~smacked~ OW! Right! Working!
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I watched as everyone began leaving the room. Johnny turned back to look at me with a blank stare.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Fighting my old master?" I make a sharp laugh. "I only came here to have you guys do that. I'm just going to sit here and watch everything on the sidelines."
"Bastard." Johnny growls before exiting. I'm sure he didn't want to miss all the fighting.
Even with all of us gone from his mind, he still wishes only to see bloodshed from the "assholes." I turn my head to look at a frightened Squee.
"What?" I raise my eyebrow. "Aren't you going to go fight too?"
"I…I don't think I'd be much help." He looks downward, ashamed of himself.
"Most likely. Do you ever know how to fight?"
"…no…" A loud explosion is heard out in front. Seems like they're really going at it.
"Well you should." I growl, ignoring the blasts beat against the house. "Nny's not always going to be around to save you, you know."
"W-what do you mean by that?"
"Just what I said." I glare back. If there is one thing I hate, it's repeating myself. "Pfft…people like you make me sick."
"…like…me…?"
I open my mouth to continue when a low screeching sound cuts me off. It grinds against the wall just outside the room. Like nails across the chalkboard.
A mess of black hair followed by two ebony eyes appeared in the doorway.
"Eff…?" I stopped before looking to see if he was alright. He was holding a long switchblade in his hands.
"Eff? Are you alright?" I listen to Squee cry out, worried over him. I doubt it though…judging by his looks…I'd say he's far from alright.
"I…" Eff turns to look at Squee but soon jerks his head towards me. "D…"
Eff begins to look ashamed, turning the blade in his hands. He pauses for one more second, before lunging at Squee. I grab onto his arm before the blade makes contact to skin. Needless to say, Squee is making his infamous noise and is now pressed up against the wall.
"EFF! What the hell's the matter with you!?" I start shaking him by the collar.
"D…" I watch as his hand gingerly is placed on my face. "…get…away…"
"Huh?"
"I…I have to kill…him…" He points a finger in the general direction of where Squee is. "Let…me go…"
"Why?" I speak softly this time. I don't know…ever since I became a human, I've been extremely emotional. It sucks.
Pain. I blink at Eff a few times, disbelieving. The blade was jammed into my shoulder, cutting into the new flesh I had. Is this what Johnny's victims faced? Shit!
He pulls it out, also looking surprised. I glance at the blade and my shoulder, both blood red and dripping onto the floor.
"D…get away…" I watched as Eff moved towards Squee again. If I had let him kill Squee, Johnny would certainly have my head…that and I would be real scum to let Eff stay the way he is.
Reaching out, I grab onto his arm, stopping him from advancing again. It was easy; his movements have become sluggish and random. Like half of him wants to do it while the other doesn't.
"There's something in you." I state. Being born earlier, I could sense when things are wrong with Eff.; when he wanted to start his little rebellion and such. This was no different. It was almost amusing to think this. I hadn't known how close of eye I've been keeping on my …companion.
"Eff…" I look up to see Todd staring at Eff with wide eyes. "W-what's wrong with you?"
"I…." Eff shook his head to clear it from something. "Get away! I…I'm going to kill you…if you…"
"It's alright. I'll take it."
You?! Ah…Schmee…here I had forgotten Todd always brought him with him. Very quiet for most of the time…but then again…that's how we are.
"You know very well what we are. Not just manipulative voices." I turn towards the bear, still holding onto the now docile Eff. Seems like Eff's gaining more control from whatever that bastard did to him.
…a trauma sponge..!?
"Of course." I smirk, happily. "We had to make sure Johnny wasn't too insane or the Master's plan wouldn't work."
"W-What do you plan to do?" I hear both Squee and Eff ask. Hn…they really are the same. That demon…he refigured Eff to suit his liking. Now he's so much like that Squee it's frightening. But who's complaining?
You're planning on absorbing the darkness in him.
"Smart Bear."
"No!" Eff tries to pull away, but I hold him fast. "I…I can't…this is…my fault…I…"
"It's alright." I reassure. Like I would live long when "the master" gets a hold of me. It's a lose-lose situation I am in. Even if that demon is killed, I will soon disappear as will Eff. But as least he will have some free will left.
"D…don't…"
Too late, Eff. I can almost feel tingling sensations running from his arm to my own. My eyes stare into his as they become less cloudy as if he's coming out of a dream. I feel my own free-will, if that's what you can call it, slip away. Only one thought burns into my brain. To kill Squee. The words are becoming louder. Screaming from my ears out. It hurts!
Is this what you felt…Eff? I try to cover my ears, but it's hard to fight a voice within you. Is this how Johnny feels…?
It's like I can understand them now. I would praise myself if I wasn't in so much pain. And the pain will end…as soon as Squee is dead. Yes.
"D!" I hear Eff calling to me. What does it matter?! Those voices won't stop!
I pull the knife easily from his hands. He looks in shock as he tries to stop me. Like he could!
"D! D, STOP! DON'T YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED?!" He pulls on my shirt trying to hinder my movement, but he never was strong enough.
Happened…? Something happened? I can't think. I have to do this. I watch as Squee tries to make himself look smaller, holding Schmee outwards as a shield. He really is just a child. Shame he has to die…yes…with his death the voices will stop!
The pain in my shoulder no longer is there. There is nothing but this blinding urge. Nothing matters.
Vaguely, I hear Eff cry out, letting go of me. I don't let it bother me…just a few more steps and the pain will be gone.
I stop…only a few inches from my target. My hand goes up to touch my chest. I pull it back to look down at it. Blood. I turn to look at who had done this.
Pepito stands in the hallway; his right hand is covered in blood. Mine. He had…pushed his fist into my chest?![13] I don't believe it.
I feel myself lose balance and am now looking at the ceiling. Eff is looking down with tears streaming down. The voices are still screaming for Squee's blood. But my body has become so sluggish…I can't move.
Eff…stop crying…I don't want to see you cry.
But you can't hear me say this…can you? Master… made you look like a human, but even if you weren't…I still…would have…[14]
All thoughts end. The last thing I hear is Eff screaming my name. I never thought he would care so much about…me….
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TBC?
C&C are welcome!
[13] An infamous way for Sakurazukamori to kill his victims.
[14] This comes from the death scene of Bierrez from Dragon Knights.
I'm ashamed I can't think for myself. I hope you like this chapter. More deaths to come! Sorry for killing off D but it's better than killing Eff, ne?!