Disclaimer: Pheh.
OK, here's the next chapter. Probably the last. Expect the most shortness.
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Nny sat down on the floor, and Devi sank down beside him. Her eyes flickered over the knife that sat only a few inches from her hand. She hated him. She had to kill him.
But she loved him, and she wanted to kiss him.
Everything was sort of churning inside her mind. Two sides, both trying to pull them to their will. Agg! And in the end, Devi started to shake.
"Er..are you ok?" Nny asked Devi.
"Grumph..." she muttered. Nny looked confused.
And then Devi let both sides take over, leaning over and kissing Nny's lips while her hands groped blindly for the knife. She grabbed it and felt around for Nny's arms. She picked up first one, then the other, sightlessly. And then she slit both of his wrists.
She pulled away from him, looking down at his bleeding wrists. She felt full of regret, and full of oy at the same time at the sight of his blood pouring free from the wounds.
"Devi what are you-" Nny began.
Devi leaned over and started to kiss him again.
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Some time later Devi took her lips away from Nny's still, cold ones. He wasn't moving anymore. He'd been dead for a few minutes now. Devi reached into Nny's pocket and grabbed the key. She unlocked the door and picked Nny up in her arms and carried him out of the house.
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A bit later, Devi walked into her own apartment. She carried Nny into the room where she painted and set him on the floor by the painting of Sickness. Then she went into the kitchen and got a knife out of the drawer. She returned to the painting room.
"You killed him," Sickness said, looking impressed.
"But not for you. Well, for you in a way, but not to help you get my sanity, you fucker!" Devi growled. She knelt beside Nny's body and made a shallow cut in his chest, though deep enough to bleed quite a bit. "Say goodbye Sickness!" Devi said.
She dipped a paintbrush into the cut in Nny's chest, covering it with his blood, and then she ran the blood over Sickness.
"What are you doing?" Sickness gasped as the part of her that the blood had touched burned away.
"Freeing myself, you little bitch!" Devi said. She dipped a larger brush into the wound in Nny's chest, and started to paint Sickness furiously.
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A few minutes later, Devi slid Nny's body gently into the dumpster behind Taco Smell. Sickness was gone, Johnny was gone, Devi was free.
"And now it's my life to live," Devi said. She saw someone walking by, and pulled a knife out of her pocket.
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END.
Look for the sequel someday, OK?
OK, here's the next chapter. Probably the last. Expect the most shortness.
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Nny sat down on the floor, and Devi sank down beside him. Her eyes flickered over the knife that sat only a few inches from her hand. She hated him. She had to kill him.
But she loved him, and she wanted to kiss him.
Everything was sort of churning inside her mind. Two sides, both trying to pull them to their will. Agg! And in the end, Devi started to shake.
"Er..are you ok?" Nny asked Devi.
"Grumph..." she muttered. Nny looked confused.
And then Devi let both sides take over, leaning over and kissing Nny's lips while her hands groped blindly for the knife. She grabbed it and felt around for Nny's arms. She picked up first one, then the other, sightlessly. And then she slit both of his wrists.
She pulled away from him, looking down at his bleeding wrists. She felt full of regret, and full of oy at the same time at the sight of his blood pouring free from the wounds.
"Devi what are you-" Nny began.
Devi leaned over and started to kiss him again.
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Some time later Devi took her lips away from Nny's still, cold ones. He wasn't moving anymore. He'd been dead for a few minutes now. Devi reached into Nny's pocket and grabbed the key. She unlocked the door and picked Nny up in her arms and carried him out of the house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A bit later, Devi walked into her own apartment. She carried Nny into the room where she painted and set him on the floor by the painting of Sickness. Then she went into the kitchen and got a knife out of the drawer. She returned to the painting room.
"You killed him," Sickness said, looking impressed.
"But not for you. Well, for you in a way, but not to help you get my sanity, you fucker!" Devi growled. She knelt beside Nny's body and made a shallow cut in his chest, though deep enough to bleed quite a bit. "Say goodbye Sickness!" Devi said.
She dipped a paintbrush into the cut in Nny's chest, covering it with his blood, and then she ran the blood over Sickness.
"What are you doing?" Sickness gasped as the part of her that the blood had touched burned away.
"Freeing myself, you little bitch!" Devi said. She dipped a larger brush into the wound in Nny's chest, and started to paint Sickness furiously.
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A few minutes later, Devi slid Nny's body gently into the dumpster behind Taco Smell. Sickness was gone, Johnny was gone, Devi was free.
"And now it's my life to live," Devi said. She saw someone walking by, and pulled a knife out of her pocket.
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END.
Look for the sequel someday, OK?
