A.N: Hello. Me again. Yay, you're back for more. I hope. Yes, I'm still
flipping out about my fluff that I didn't get. I WANTED FLUFF DAMN IT!
AND I GOT ANGST! SO NOW I'M GIVING! THAT SHOULD TEACH YOU TO RUIN MY
FLUFFY LITTLE MOOD. Anyways... He's the real story. ANGST STARTS NOW!
(No, first chapter, as far as I'm concerned, no angst in it. If you THINK
the first chapter was loaded with angst... then man... you don't know
what angst is, and should probably go learn before I traumatize you. OH!
Please let me traumatize you!)
Disclaimer: THEY'RE AFTER MY DIMES! NOOOOOOOOOoooo! (Translation: IT'S NOT MINE DAMN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!)
.................................................................... Ch. 2: Stars, daggers, and pink bunnies.
Johnny looked at the man chained to the chair across the room. He should really stop talking to his prey. He knew that, but he needed someone real to talk to. Someone who he knew wasn't out for other purposes. Not like the others. The man looked at him in a kind of stupor. "Uh... Could you repeat the question?" "Yes... We'd all like the questions to be repeated, wouldn't we? But once you're on that game show, you only get one chance. Then BAM! You're gone." "This is a game show?" "What?" He looked around. "No... Why?" He blinked and shook his head. He needed a vacation. He knew he was on a down hill slide, and there was no way back up. " Look... I simply asked if you have ever... loved someone. Is it that hard of a question?" "Well... No... Um, could you maybe point those blades somewhere else? They kind of make it hard to answer the questions." "Right. Go ahead." He placed the daggers at his side and sat in the chair across from the man looking up at him, in all respects, like he was a teacher and Nny was the student.
"Yeah. I loved someone once. She was a special girl to me. Grew up with her and all that. Man was she pretty." "So what happened?" "She left. I waited too long to tell her how I felt... and she met someone who could tell her how he felt, and she left." "And you never told her?" "No. I figured, she's happy where ever she is with him, and why should I ruin that happiness." An uncomfortable silence filled the room, then Nny looked down at the floor. "What kind of stuff did she like?" "Oh, poetry, mushy stuff that she called, 'rolling off your tongue from your heart.' I just called it 'that pink bunny crap.'" "Why'd you call it that?" He shifted and slid a finger down the edge of the dagger lightly. "Cause that's what it was. You know, the kind of stuff you'd find on some cheesy Valentines Day card. It's all bright and sunny and cheerful. Like pink bunnies." "And you call that coming from the heart?" He looked up at him intently. "No. I guess that's why she never thought of me as a lover. I just couldn't spout stuff from the heart. All I could give her was pink bunnies." He sighed and for a moment the man forgot about the chains and the blood on the floor. "What about you? You ever been in love?" Johnny flinched slightly. "Yeah. She left too..." "What happened?" "She deserved more then I could give her. She deserved the stars themselves... but all she got was the blade." He stood up and started to pace. The man blinked in confusion. He suddenly stopped and looked down at the blade in his hand. "And now you've gone and gotten me all sentimental..." He moved quickly and slashed. "Thanks for the talk." He moved to clean the blade and froze. Slowly he tilted the blade just right. A sad smile slowly broke out across his face. Nny didn't care that he was standing in a pool of blood. He didn't mind the soft gargle coming from the dieing man. He didn't notice when the wall called out with the need for the fresh blood. The only thing that he cared about at that moment was the blade. No, not just the blade... but the fact that the blade was reflective. The fact that it had caught the light from the high window. The fact that the blade was now decorated with the stars that hung so tantalizingly up in the sky. He let the blade fall to the floor and fled the room. "She deserved the stars... and all she got was the blade..."
..................... AN// Well... that was short... But... Eh. I was in a hurry? Yes? Well. Hope you stick around for more!
Disclaimer: THEY'RE AFTER MY DIMES! NOOOOOOOOOoooo! (Translation: IT'S NOT MINE DAMN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!)
.................................................................... Ch. 2: Stars, daggers, and pink bunnies.
Johnny looked at the man chained to the chair across the room. He should really stop talking to his prey. He knew that, but he needed someone real to talk to. Someone who he knew wasn't out for other purposes. Not like the others. The man looked at him in a kind of stupor. "Uh... Could you repeat the question?" "Yes... We'd all like the questions to be repeated, wouldn't we? But once you're on that game show, you only get one chance. Then BAM! You're gone." "This is a game show?" "What?" He looked around. "No... Why?" He blinked and shook his head. He needed a vacation. He knew he was on a down hill slide, and there was no way back up. " Look... I simply asked if you have ever... loved someone. Is it that hard of a question?" "Well... No... Um, could you maybe point those blades somewhere else? They kind of make it hard to answer the questions." "Right. Go ahead." He placed the daggers at his side and sat in the chair across from the man looking up at him, in all respects, like he was a teacher and Nny was the student.
"Yeah. I loved someone once. She was a special girl to me. Grew up with her and all that. Man was she pretty." "So what happened?" "She left. I waited too long to tell her how I felt... and she met someone who could tell her how he felt, and she left." "And you never told her?" "No. I figured, she's happy where ever she is with him, and why should I ruin that happiness." An uncomfortable silence filled the room, then Nny looked down at the floor. "What kind of stuff did she like?" "Oh, poetry, mushy stuff that she called, 'rolling off your tongue from your heart.' I just called it 'that pink bunny crap.'" "Why'd you call it that?" He shifted and slid a finger down the edge of the dagger lightly. "Cause that's what it was. You know, the kind of stuff you'd find on some cheesy Valentines Day card. It's all bright and sunny and cheerful. Like pink bunnies." "And you call that coming from the heart?" He looked up at him intently. "No. I guess that's why she never thought of me as a lover. I just couldn't spout stuff from the heart. All I could give her was pink bunnies." He sighed and for a moment the man forgot about the chains and the blood on the floor. "What about you? You ever been in love?" Johnny flinched slightly. "Yeah. She left too..." "What happened?" "She deserved more then I could give her. She deserved the stars themselves... but all she got was the blade." He stood up and started to pace. The man blinked in confusion. He suddenly stopped and looked down at the blade in his hand. "And now you've gone and gotten me all sentimental..." He moved quickly and slashed. "Thanks for the talk." He moved to clean the blade and froze. Slowly he tilted the blade just right. A sad smile slowly broke out across his face. Nny didn't care that he was standing in a pool of blood. He didn't mind the soft gargle coming from the dieing man. He didn't notice when the wall called out with the need for the fresh blood. The only thing that he cared about at that moment was the blade. No, not just the blade... but the fact that the blade was reflective. The fact that it had caught the light from the high window. The fact that the blade was now decorated with the stars that hung so tantalizingly up in the sky. He let the blade fall to the floor and fled the room. "She deserved the stars... and all she got was the blade..."
..................... AN// Well... that was short... But... Eh. I was in a hurry? Yes? Well. Hope you stick around for more!