Prepare for a Johnny-like rant near the end of this chapter o.O
"I'D LIKE TO BUY A VOWEL!!! AHHHHHH!!!" Vixen screamed as she awoke from her previous blackout. Her eyes focused on her surroundings. She was in a house. She gripped the couch upholstery as her leg throbbed with pain, remembering Mark stabbed her.
She looked down at her wounded leg and noticed it was bandaged up. She heard someone coming up the stairs and she quickly laid back down, shutting her eyes and pretending to be asleep.
Johnny ran into the room, knife drawn as he looked around, his gaze stopping at Vixen. "I know you're awake, I heard you scream," Vixen sat up and opened her eyes and stared at him. "Johnny…?" She asked quizzically.
She noticed the knife in his head and gulped slightly. "Did you bring me here to kill me?" Johnny gave her a puzzled look, then put his knife away. "I was going to, but you don't seen like the type of person I torture then kill in a horrible, horrible way,"
He said, eyeing her carefully. "Ah," She answered simply, unfazed. She stood up, hissing in pain then looked at the walls, searching for a clock. "Do you know what time it is by chance?" Johnny pulled out a watch he got from Mark, who was currently downstairs in one of the torture rooms, and looked at it.
"2:37," "Oh shit!" She yelled, limping to the door,
"Excuse my language," She blushed, " I gotta get my homework from school!" Johnny jumped in front of the door, blocking her path. She looked at him, being as he was so much taller than she, and looked at him with big, worried eyes.
He still wasn't sure if he should let her go. Everyone that has entered his house, only a few have exited alive. But looking into her innocent eyes, he felt his stomach turn, but not in disgust.
It was another feeling. A weird feeling. "How about I drive you?" He asked, since he hadn't driven in a while. A smile plastered on Vixen's face and she nodded.
Johnny's little gray car parked in front of the big yellow school and Vixen jumped out. "Wanna come in with me?" She asked shyly. He nodded numbly and stepped out, following Vixen and she walked up the steps to the double-doors.
She wasn't limping anymore as she made her way down the empty halls. "Oh, I was meaning to ask you, did you wrap up my leg?" Nny nodded. "I couldn't let you bleed to death, although I've done that to many people…"
Vixen 'hmmed' understandingly as she stopped in front of a door that had 214 on it. She opened the door. "Stay right here. I'll be right out," She whispered, walking into the classroom, ignoring the stares and rude comments from the students.
The teacher stopped writing on the blackboard and looked at her. "Miss Vixen, you didn't come into class today. Again." The teacher said harshly, making Vixen wince slightly.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Applebee, um…may I have my homework for today?" Mrs. Applebee sighed and handed her a stack of papers. "You better be in class Monday morning or the principal will here about this," Vixen looked at the papers in her hands guiltily.
"Yes ma'am," She said quickly, scurrying out the door. "Alright, there's a few more doors I gotta stop by, you don't mind do you?" Nny shook with head, avoiding her gaze.
After getting her homework from the other teachers, she stopped at the last door. "Um…this teacher kinda creeps me out, can you come in with me? Please?" Johnny stared into her eyes. 'Damn she's nice' he thought, trying to think of anyone who's ever been this kind to him before.
After thinking it over, he nodded yes and she beamed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside with her. The teacher was busy telling the students how to hold the scalpel as she had one in her hand with a dead frog on her desk.
She had blonde curly that went past her shoulders and had on a flowery dress and had a tan complexion. She looked over at Vixen and grinned. "Vicky! You didn't come in today! Are you sick?" She asked, waving the scalpel at her. "Hey Vixen what are you skipping school today for this time? Did you get stabbed again?" A kid shouted and laughed the rest of the class joining in.
She glanced at all the dead frogs on the students' desks and then at the students, inaudibly growled. "It's Vixen Ms. Halibut, and no, I'm not sick. I came to get my homework," She said and Ms. Halibut threw a jar with a live frog in it, Vixen luckily catching it.
She then handed her a small white bottle and several cotton balls. "I'm not giving you a scalpel Violet, I don't trust you with one. You can use a butter knife at home." Vixen rolled her eyes. "It's Vixen Ms. Halibut. Is this all I need?"
"Of course it isn't you silly neener-head!" Ms. Halibut intoned, walking over and tousling Vixen's hair, then gliding back over to her desk and got out a few papers, then handed them to her. "Is that your boyfriend Miss Voldemort?"
She asked and Vixen noticed she was still holding his hand. "Erk," She squeaked, letting go of Johnny's hand. "N-n-no, he's just a uh…friend of mine, and it's Vixen" She stammered, her cheeks starting to heat up. Johnny didn't like the looks he was getting from the class and was about to pull out his Happy Knives, when Ms. Halibut said,
"Alright then, but remember Vasquez, if you miss this class once more I'm going to have to punish you," "It's Vixen, and I'll try not to miss again," Vixen then pulled herself and Johnny out of the classroom. "I'm sorry I made you go in there with me, the people here are a pain."
"It's okay, I meet many a people who are like that." He said, his eyes slightly misty. Vixen got a little uneasy and made her way down the hall. "I just have to get my books from my locker," She started as she turned a corner and started to walk across the gym, "Now, since this school is so overcrowded, I had to get a locker in one of the locker rooms,"
She stopped in front of a big white door at the end of the gym. "Which locker room?" Nny asked curiously, peaking over her shoulder. Vixen took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, revealing many cheerleaders all talking and getting ready for a pep-rally.
"Welcome to hell," She mumbled darkly as she stepped into the locker room, Johnny close behind her. He was starting to get fidgety since he was surrounded by the one kind of person he hated the most.
They all stop talking and looked straight at the two, all of them oddly looking alike. Vixen then turned to Johnny. "Can you hold my things please? And don't worry, if they say anything about you or I, I'll fix that okay?" She whispered to him, the overpowering smell of cherries on him making her smile.
His brain had momentarily shut off for some reason and just nodded, holding out his hands. She set the papers and frog into his awaiting arms, then ever so slowly made her way to her locker, which had many dents in it, fiddling with the combination lock, trying to remember her combo.
One cheerleader with blonde hair in a high ponytail and her pink skirt climbing way up her knee gathered her nerves and finally blurted out, "Hey there Vixen," She giggled in an annoyingly high voice as she watched her yanking at her locker door, which wouldn't budge. "Debbie." She greeted bluntly, thanking the stars they didn't notice Johnny standing in the doorway.
"Since your locker's down here, you must be a cheerleader…oh, wait! I forgot!" Vixen's fists clenched as she heard the whole group start giggling. 'Here we go again…' she thought as Debbie then said, "You're way too ugly to join!"
They all started laughing loudly and Vixen shook with anger before she had had enough and kicked her locker, creating yet another big dent in it, quieting the girls. "Actually, that's not the reason why," Vixen started, turning to face them with a deranged look on her face.
"I'm not a cheerleader because I don't want to look, act, or talk like you. I don't want to wear a skirt and be shallow and prance around to get noticed. You and your clones always rushing off to the mall to buy clothes and check out 'hot' guys.
You don't even care if they're ugly on the inside! All you people care about is looks! You're only cheerleaders because every guy in the world wants a pretty girl with a gallon of makeup on, blonde hair and fake boobs! It seems I'm the only one is this fucked up world to care about how a person looks on the inside!!"
Her voice was in a dramatic crescendo as she continued her rant, "You! All of you!! I'm surrounded by two inches of water!! You bitch and moan about treating people with respect and not to judge them, yet you harass others for the way they're dressed!! Or what they look like!!!
YOU'RE ALL SO FUCKIN' SHALLOW!!!! EXCUSE MY FUCKIN' LANGUAGE!!!! UGH!!!" Her voice climaxed in a loud sigh of exasperation as she raised her hand, Johnny numbly taking out one of his knives and throwing it to her. She caught it and stabbed at her locker, penetrating the thin sheet of metal as she dragged it downwards, creating a jagged slit all the way down the length of her locker.
She then twisted the knife and went sideways, then upwards, then sideways again, till half of her locker door then hit the floor. She reached and grabbed her books, flashing the horrified and shocked faces of the cheerleaders a crazy looking grin.
"Tootles ladies!" She then promptly walked out, following close behind her a very stunned Johnny.
Heh, Vixen sounded a lot like Johnny no? yes? ^^;;; I'm trying to find more places to put AeroSmith, and maybe a few other songs from other people, references ^^ I'm not sure if there's any in this chapter o.O