This chapter's kinda short and kinda sad and kinda funny and…..kinda….ugh, stuff ;;;
Sam groaned and lazily rolled over, causing her to fall face-first onto the floor, waking her after she had dozed off. She growled softly and turned to lie on her back as she opened her eyes. White. The only thing she could see was white.
She freaked out and screamed, "AHH!! I must have fallen off the cliff!! Oh crappity-crap-crap! I must be in heaven!" She jumped to her feet immediately looked down, but then froze when she an icy voice announced, "Actually, heaven has more chairs."
She twirled around to see Johnny standing right in front of her and she gazed up at him. For a moment she couldn't speak, but then managed to utter, "Oh…" she glanced down at the grungy brown carpeting, then back at him.
"Okay, cause I was about to say that this is one funky-lookin' cloud!" She looked like a timid deer as she scanned her surroundings. The thing she fell off of was a raggedy old couch that matched the floor, and had a small TV adjacent to it.
There was not much else in the dull-colored room, except for a wooden box in the corner that said 'Nails' on it, and a small desk up against the wall. Sam had to admit that she was a little scared, but didn't show it as she calmly asked, "Where are we?"
Johnny strode over to the couch and sat down. "My house." She relaxed somewhat as she hopped up on the couch beside him, sinking into the soft cushions. The last thing she remembered was she and Pepito on the cliff…
She gasped and jumped into Johnny's lap then grabbed him by the shirt and yelled angrily, "What did you do with Pepito?!" He was certainly surprised by the young girls' action, and just stared blankly at her. "I was about to ask you the same question." He finally said.
He picked her up and shook her a bit until she let go of his shirt, then sat her back down on the sofa. "I saw him carrying you down the street. I thought he hurt you or something, cause you looked unconscious." He turned to her and smirked a little.
"You're a heavy sleeper, you know that?" Sam's cheeks turned slightly pink as she smiled shyly. "Is he okay? You didn't hurt him or anything, did you Nny?" "Of course not!" he scoffed, "I scared him with that 'Evil Dentist" thing,"
He paused for a moment to scratch his chin pensively. "I think he has a weird phobia about dentists or something." Sam stifled a chuckle and replied gleefully, "I don't blame him. I don't likes dentists. They always poke my gums with those scraper things, so I usually bite me."
Johnny gave her an odd look, but shrugged it off and stood up, then sauntered over to the doorway on the other side of the room. "Come." He beckoned as he started to descend the stairs. She squeaked in a Squee-esque fashion then quickly followed him.
The stairway was dark and musty as the wooden boards creaked under the weight of them. Sam held her hands to her chest in fear of placing them on something- or someone- unsanitary.
After what seemed like hours, Nny finally stepped into a small dark room that reeked of blood and sweat, and Sam wanted to gag at the acrid smell. He clicked on a light, revealing many torturing tools hanging on the walls.
She gasped upon seeing a familiar person hanging from the wall, giving her a deadly glare. "Randy?!" she laughed, unable to keep it in. He looked so ridiculous! Hanging from the wall, looking all pissed off. "Yeah, it's really funny. Now get me down!" he demanded.
"Why should I?" She asked gruffly, crossing her arms over her chest. Randy snorted and tried to lunge at her as he screamed, "BECAUSE I SAID SO!!!" She giggled and turned her back to him, then smacked her butt and said intermittently, "Kiss my en-tire—ass!"
He struggled as he tried to break the ropes wrapped around his shoulders, suspending him in the air. He flailed more and more, until a loud 'SNAP!" was heard and he rushed at Sam, but when he was in reaching distance, Johnny suddenly stepped in front of her and shoved a long knife into his mouth.
It penetrated through the back of his head and blood spurted everywhere as Randy gurgled wetly, then slumped on the ground, a growing pool of red surrounding him.
Sam stood there aghast at the scene that had just happened, and was temporarily paralyzed. Johnny glanced at sidelong at the small child and sighed lightly, then bent down and patted her on the shoulder. "Sorry ya had see that,"
She turned to him with mournful eyes and loosely hugged him, silently praying he wouldn't mind. He was slightly shocked with her action, but begrudgingly hugged her back, even though he thought she should be happy about Randy's death.
Sam turned back to the body laying on the floor, then asked in a confused tone, "Ummm…shouldn't we say something on his behalf?" Johnny shrugged his shoulders. "Guess so." He stood up and Sam traipsed over to the corpse, her boots splashing through the blood.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wilted red rose, then laid it on his back, then bowed her head and said in a heartfelt manner, "Randy, you were a jerk. May you rest in peace and know that you are gone, but not forgotten."
"What was all that about?" she looked over to Johnny and smiled a little. "I dunno. Even though he was a jackass, but I'm sensitive when it comes to death." She then turned on her heel and went back up the stairs, leaving bloody footprints behind her.
Awwww, ain't that sweet? Just shows to go you that Sam may be oblivious sometimes, but she's not insensitive ^^;;; Uh…Oo;;;