"What is time, after all, but an incessant thing. creeping into the very fundamental sections of your brain and harboring thoughts and memories that lie forever buried, awaiting the soil penetrating blow of a shovel, intent on unearthing mystery and seductive taunts. Please, do answer if you feel so inclined. Any input you have at this moment would not be taken lightly." Johnny tilt his head to the side upon his entwined hands and glanced straight forward at the trembling diva before him. "Nothing?" he paused, taking in every feature outlining her pale face; the tear that ran like paint from a tube, mingling with eye colorations in its descent, and ending its flow at the base of the chin, where it dripped purposefully to the floor.

Everything about her was beautiful, especially her voice and Nny loved to hear it; to revel in its instrument-like quality. He felt he could escape on that... the voice of a siren. This, regrettably, was the reason for her being here. Nny had almost allowed himself to forget Devi... he didn't see her these days, in fact, a year had been lost to that ever-spinning spool that consumes life lines since his eyes had last lain on the sight of Devi D. Others had come... they never went, not like Devi D. Cherish was the latest. Cherish was what he wanted to do to her. Everything about her was right... special... that voice.

She hadn't known Johnny, but he had known her. Since the first day he heard her innocently sing along with her walkman in the park, the infatuation had grown. This lasted for at least a month before he took some initiative towards the girl and presented himself to her the best way he knew how. The siren's song, however, is a deadly thing and it consumes all dispassionately, including Johnny C. The first line of ridicule had been one too many to be vectored by those delicate lips and that angelic voice. Now, he had her. She was before him and nothing anyone could do would change the simple understanding that she was to die shortly. Johnny sighed and eased himself into a standing position.

"You hold such beauty..." he mused, looking away. "But you're fucked up, just like me... just like all! Is this world only capable of harboring the stereotypical, dispassionate, vain, and dead?"... "I really wish you'd speak" he said, holding her chin in his hand. "You're so beautiful when you speak... " He then turned away. "FUCK!" he snapped violently, forcing her head to the side. "So full of shit! You make me sick! You disgust me! You offer nothing but honey covered barbs which you force down my throat! You cruel demented BITCH! I hope you're prepared to take justification for your actions because death is upon you!" Nny, now armed with a tongue of steel placed against the girl's throat, beckoned her to speak, to use her sweet taunts. They sounded so rich that he almost couldn't bare them.

She still didn't come a reply and Nny turned away, to the doorway as he re concealed his blade. Weak, he felt... Johnny fled that room. He'd never return. He didn't care that she'd die alone. It was times like this that he reflected on Devi D; the one he constantly tried but had never been able to erase from the walls of his stained mind completely. He pondered about her. as if infatuated. Why had he always been so infatuated? It made no sense... Devi was perfect. in every sense of the word and for some reason, her indentation seemed much deeper than it was.

"Why," he pondered, "is that?"

*as always, I don't own... found this floating around in my document folder.*