There is a terrible surprise at the end! Read it all or it won't make
sense! The first part sucks, I know, but this chapter was awkward and
difficult to write!
Now, let me point out a few things I forgot to mention.
When I said she wrote a few books, I meant itsy bitsy tiny ones that almost no-one read but still got published anyway!
To the reviewers!
NnysGirl - The female version of 'Aiden' is spelled 'Aeden' or something. The Stand is a book written by Stephen King, is 1,141 pages long or so, and very, very dark. I read this for some AR (accelerated reader) points and was VERY surprised that it was in my school library! I'm also quite pleased that I was the last 7th/8th grader to ever read that book since it was removed! Oh, and what do you mean about your e-mail? It still doesn't show. Just a link.
Amiraq - Thanks for the compliment on Tenna and Spooky! My RL friend said that Tenna wouldn't be THAT random but. oh well. Yes there is more Sanity and Twitch, although probably not what you're looking for.
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CHAPTER FOUR
"Now that I got rid of that annoying friend of mine, would you mind telling me who Twitch and Sanity are? And why does Twitch seem to hate me?" Devi asked innocently while she drove off in the direction Ayden told her was her home.
Ayden sighed and reached into her bag. She pulled out two well-made plush toys. One cat, one dragon. Not the usual type you'd find in some store either. "Well, the cat there is Twitch; he doesn't like people and wants me to do murderous things that I'd rather not. And this, is Sanity. Her name fits rather well, seeing as she's the only thing keeping my mind together," said Ayden, holding the two plush toys up.
"So. they're your voices," said Devi, glancing at Ayden curiously. She nodded and set the two toys on her lap. "How long have you been hearing them?"
"Awhile now. I'm not exactly sure. I think. thirteen at the latest. You need someone to talk to when you live alone." She replied. "Turn left here."
Soon they reached Ayden's small house. It didn't look all that bad, surprisingly enough. The paint was peeling in a few places, and a window was cracked, but other then that, it looked fairly normal. Just a rather old, beaten up, very tiny house. Though the thing that creped Devi out was the address. 666. (A/N: I couldn't resist!) Ayden was walking up the small pathway to the house. When she reached the door she looked back behind her shoulder, eyes searching.
"Aren't you coming? You seemed very curious about life earlier, don't you still want to know?" Ayden asked before opening the door, not bothering waiting for a reply. Devi sighed.
"Somebody sane stop me," she mumbled before climbing out of her car and following the teen. The house was dark, and Devi could barely make out Ayden's retreating figure in the shadows. Devi quickly followed, thoroughly freaked out.
Ayden walked into her bathroom, grabbed two towels, and walked out. She threw one at Devi who nearly dropped it in surprise. Ayden shrugged and quickly dried her hair off before throwing the faded green towel over her shower door. Devi did the same before following the girl who had motioned for her to come as she walked away.
Ayden opened a door at the end of the hall before walking down the cement steps that led down into an even deeper darkness. Devi seriously considered bolting off when a light flickered on at the foot of the steps. Ayden was leaning against the wall, waiting for Devi to come down. The adult shrugged and descended the stairs.
Devi looked around the room uncertainly. It looked like some sort of den/bedroom combination or something. In one corner was a small well-worn bed with reddish-blue sheets and blanket on it. At the foot of the bed is a thicker dark blue quilt. Beside the bed was a night-stand/bookshelf full to the brim with books. On top is a purple lamp.
In another corner is a wooden computer desk with chipping olive colored paint. There was a very old looking computer screen was on; a small crack in the upper right-hand corner. Beside the screen were several school textbooks placed neatly in a single pile. On the floor beside the black computer chair was a faded red backpack, larger then the one that was by Ayden's feet. The rest of the room was mostly composed of bookshelves, a dresser, a closet, and a few trinkets. Devi turned to face Ayden, who hadn't moved a muscle while the older woman studied her room. "So, tell me what you can and want about yourself," Devi said, sitting on the computer chair. Ayden nodded gingerly and sat down on her bed, legs crossed. A small meow was heard from underneath the bed. Surprised, Devi looked at Ayden who smiled gently and leaned over the bed, arms groping for something. When she sat up, she was holding the tiniest kitten Devi had ever seen. It was gray and black, speckled with silver. It was curled up in a tight little ball in Ayden hands. She could just glimpse its luminous green eyes. "This is Jade. She's only a few weeks old. I found her last week in a trashcan. Some people." muttered Ayden darkly. The kitten began purring and walking awkwardly around Ayden's lap. She smiled. "Now, let me begin." and the girl spoke for more then two hours about everything she could remember, starting with when her parents died. She spoke of how Johnny took care of them both for a few years until he suddenly disappeared. About how a kindly old couple took care of her for a few years until they both died; how she was in a foster home for a bit, how she started to defend for herself, and many other things. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ayden.. Ayden. The voices in her head echoed softly. Gradually they became louder and louder until they were bellowing. Still she ignored them. She was tired, and it'd be a cold day in hell before she woke up. Finally the voices' minds snapped. "AYDEN! GOD DAMMIT! GET UP! YOU'LL BE LATE!!!" they screeched, jolting the girl from her slumber. She fell off of her computer chair with a large WHAK! noise.
"Uuuugh. did I fall asleep at the computer again?" groaned Ayden, rubbing her head, which had struck the concrete floor rather hard. Twitch and Sanity walked over to her, along with Jade, who was looking around blearily.
"Yep. Legs crossed and everything. And you know, it's 6:25. You ought to start getting ready for school," Sanity said, grinning. Ayden nodded and stumbled up, only to come crashing down to the floor again.
"Dammit! I hate it when my legs go numb!" Ayden growled, crawling over to her dresser while the two plush toys snickered. She glared at them, and they quickly silenced themselves. Ayden nodded to herself before weakly standing up, legs feeling as if they were being jabbed repeatedly with large dull needles. She quickly changed into a dark blue turtleneck and black, slightly torn up jeans.
"Now, need I bring an umbrella or not?" she said to herself, jogging over to the window of the low ceiling basement. (A/N: That made no sense. She's got a big window in her basement so she can see out, along with letting in some air. .yeah.) She looked through the curtains she'd put there and immediately screamed in pain. The clouds had decided to show the sun for a few minutes, therefore blinding the poor girl. She tripped over her Alto Clarinet case, and fell with a loud crash for the third time in under seven minutes. ".ow."
AUTHOR'S EXPLANATION: It has been three weeks since Devi and Ayden have literally bumped into each other. They've talked a lot, and became friends, almost. They both don't let their defenses down completely much, except for the first night they'd met.
"Shit!" Ayden swore. "Does this house hate me? I've probably got a concussion by now," she grumbled angrily, standing up, blinking quickly to rid her eyes of the large white dot that covered her length of vision. It faded, and she was able to finish getting ready for school.
She quickly left some food and water out for Jade, grabbed her bag, grabbed Twitch and Sanity, and ran up the stairs and out the front door, pausing only to snag her jacket and umbrella.
"You forgot to brush your hair again," Twitch said dryly. Ayden sighed.
"How bad is it?" It began to drizzle, not much, so she threw her umbrella into her bag. Sanity mentally shrugged.
"Not that bad, actually. Oh, yeah, and Twitch? We should go into normal toy mode so people don't think Ayden's nuts." The cat agreed to this, and the two dolls stopped speaking. Ayden glanced at her watch, which was flashing 6:40. "Shoot! I've got to get to school!" yelled Ayden before bursting into a fast sprint. (A/N: School for her starts at 7. Yes, I am mean. -snicker-)
School that day passed rather uneventfully for Ayden; although in P.E. some idiot bastard threw the basketball at her back. She proceeded to throw it at his throat and several other places where she could inflect pain. In less then fifteen minutes she had him sent to the Health Office. This made her smile darkly and Twitch mentally sing for joy.
As the girl began the long walk home, she felt as if she was being watched. She stopped, eyeing every shadow, tree, and bush warily. Seeing nothing, she shrugged and continued on. "Watch out Ayden. I seriously think you ARE being followed," Sanity said quietly, making Ayden freeze in a slight panic. 'Calm down! You're getting worked up over nothing! Whoever's following you doesn't realize you've got two daggers and a very painful instrument. You're almost home!' she thought to herself, quickening her pace. It was then the strange man behind her struck Ayden in the base of her neck was a tazor. She slumped to the ground; the last thing she saw before blacking out was the shadowy figure of a very menacing looking man, smiling sadistically.
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Dear Die-ary;
I have gotten another victim. She is very intriguing and reminds of something or someone in my past. This almost terrifies me, although I am interested as to whom she is. I have strapped her to the wall, a good three feet from the floor, in chains and wires. When she awakes she may not want to wriggle too much, or she shall suffer several new orifices.
I cannot stop looking at her. I'm not thinking THAT way, of course (disgusting!), more of an 'I know you, but how?' look. Ah! She stirs! I will continue later.
Ayden groaned in pain. Her entire spine felt as if it had been ripped out, run over several times, and then stabbed repeatedly before being replaced rather clumsily. A heavy shiver ran through her suddenly, making her bones rattle. It was so cold here- wait, where was here?
She looked around curiously, and for the first time noticed she was chained to a wall. Somehow she wasn't all that shocked at this, and she looked about the room instead. There was a single bare light bulb by her head, casting little light. Suddenly she saw something in the corner of her eye. A glimpse of light in the shadows!
"Who are you?" she asked, noting that her bag and instrument were not anywhere in the room. The person in the shadows seemed a bit surprised by the calmness in her voice, but stepped forward.
It was obvious that it was a male composed of sharp angles and jagged edges. His face was still hidden by shadows, but from what she could see of him, this was someone you did NOT want to mess with.
"My name is of no importance, although I may tell you in a few moments. May I ask who are you?" was the reply. The voice was a light baritone, accompanied by a slight hoarseness created from either not speaking for long periods of time or screaming quite recently. Altogether rather pleasant on the ears.
"I'm Ayden. I know you, don't I?" she asked pleasantly. The man shook his head 'no', the 'yes'. "Well, which one?"
"I don't know! You remind me of something, I just don't know what!" the man yelled angrily. Ayden gaped.
"Show me your face," she uttered. After a moment the man complied and stepped into the light. The girl gasped; recognition flared across her face. The man before her was her brother.
The years had not been kind to him. There was pain and torture in his eyes, and pure confusion. There were deep lines by his eyes, and his entire frame seemed as fragile as glass, as if it would break in a thousand pieces if he slipped. He was wearing a loose black shirt that hung of his thin frame, with the 'Z?' sign on the front. He was also wearing tattered black pants and knee-high boots with cloven-hoofed ends. "Johnny!" she whispered. He baulked, quite surprised/
"How do you know my name?" he asked, frowning. He fingered the knife that was hidden in his pocket. He was greeted with silence. "Well?" he asked irritably.
".You don't remember me, do you Johnny?" Ayden asked sadly. Johnny shook his head, very confused. The girl sighed. "You don't remember the day your parents died? Or if you had any living relatives?" He looked at her, eyes narrowed. The light reflected off of her glasses, making her eyes impossible to read.
"I should kill you right now for speaking of my past. In fact, I think I will." And with that he slowly pulled out his 9-inch blade, shining cruelly in the harsh light. He walked slowly towards Ayden, who looked quite surprised.
"Wait Johnny! Don't you remember a little girl? A little girl who put all of her trust in you? A little girl who was your sibling?" Ayden cried out. "And when you left, your subconscious has always wondered what happened to that girl, hasn't it? Is she alive, or is she dead? Does she have a family, or does she live with one? How old is that girl now?"
Suddenly the man leaped at her with inhuman speed. In a matter of seconds Johnny was standing on a crate, making him eye-level with Ayden. The girl felt perspiration bead upon her forehead when she felt cold steel against her throat. "You lie! I was an only child! I had no-one after my parents were killed!" he hissed. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner! I had no siblings; I took care of myself, not some girl! You lie!" And with that he slit Ayden's throat, slicing open many major arteries and muscles.
She looked at him, confused, as her blood splattered on his face. She coughed and managed to whisper something. "I'm. that. little girl. Johnny. I'm. your. sister." and with those few words the light in her large eyes dimmed, and Nny felt her spirit leave the dark basement. Her blood continued to gush forth from her neck, until her clothes and the surrounding floor was stained crimson with it. And still it flowed.
Nny was silent as memories raced through his head. Memories of a little girl, memories of how he took care of her since she was to small to fend for herself. His head ached, as did his heart. He threw the bloody knife to the floor and wept.
Dear Die-ary;
Fuck! That girl! Her name was Ayden. she was my SISTER. I killed my own sister with one of my favorite knives. It has been nearly an hour since I sliced her neck open, and the splatter of blood dripping off of her is driving me mad with grief. She could have answered so many questions, and yet I cut her down. Dear Lord! She must have only been SIXTEEN! What if she had a family? Oh shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!!!
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes, I killed my own character! I am so evil! Is this the end of my little fanfic? Are you MAD? Of course not! This is just a step to the completion of my army of reviewers! And yes, Johnny is very pissed at himself for killing his last living relative.
Now I want at least THREE more reviews or you'll never know what will happen! -insert maniacal laughter here-
Now, let me point out a few things I forgot to mention.
When I said she wrote a few books, I meant itsy bitsy tiny ones that almost no-one read but still got published anyway!
To the reviewers!
NnysGirl - The female version of 'Aiden' is spelled 'Aeden' or something. The Stand is a book written by Stephen King, is 1,141 pages long or so, and very, very dark. I read this for some AR (accelerated reader) points and was VERY surprised that it was in my school library! I'm also quite pleased that I was the last 7th/8th grader to ever read that book since it was removed! Oh, and what do you mean about your e-mail? It still doesn't show. Just a link.
Amiraq - Thanks for the compliment on Tenna and Spooky! My RL friend said that Tenna wouldn't be THAT random but. oh well. Yes there is more Sanity and Twitch, although probably not what you're looking for.
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CHAPTER FOUR
"Now that I got rid of that annoying friend of mine, would you mind telling me who Twitch and Sanity are? And why does Twitch seem to hate me?" Devi asked innocently while she drove off in the direction Ayden told her was her home.
Ayden sighed and reached into her bag. She pulled out two well-made plush toys. One cat, one dragon. Not the usual type you'd find in some store either. "Well, the cat there is Twitch; he doesn't like people and wants me to do murderous things that I'd rather not. And this, is Sanity. Her name fits rather well, seeing as she's the only thing keeping my mind together," said Ayden, holding the two plush toys up.
"So. they're your voices," said Devi, glancing at Ayden curiously. She nodded and set the two toys on her lap. "How long have you been hearing them?"
"Awhile now. I'm not exactly sure. I think. thirteen at the latest. You need someone to talk to when you live alone." She replied. "Turn left here."
Soon they reached Ayden's small house. It didn't look all that bad, surprisingly enough. The paint was peeling in a few places, and a window was cracked, but other then that, it looked fairly normal. Just a rather old, beaten up, very tiny house. Though the thing that creped Devi out was the address. 666. (A/N: I couldn't resist!) Ayden was walking up the small pathway to the house. When she reached the door she looked back behind her shoulder, eyes searching.
"Aren't you coming? You seemed very curious about life earlier, don't you still want to know?" Ayden asked before opening the door, not bothering waiting for a reply. Devi sighed.
"Somebody sane stop me," she mumbled before climbing out of her car and following the teen. The house was dark, and Devi could barely make out Ayden's retreating figure in the shadows. Devi quickly followed, thoroughly freaked out.
Ayden walked into her bathroom, grabbed two towels, and walked out. She threw one at Devi who nearly dropped it in surprise. Ayden shrugged and quickly dried her hair off before throwing the faded green towel over her shower door. Devi did the same before following the girl who had motioned for her to come as she walked away.
Ayden opened a door at the end of the hall before walking down the cement steps that led down into an even deeper darkness. Devi seriously considered bolting off when a light flickered on at the foot of the steps. Ayden was leaning against the wall, waiting for Devi to come down. The adult shrugged and descended the stairs.
Devi looked around the room uncertainly. It looked like some sort of den/bedroom combination or something. In one corner was a small well-worn bed with reddish-blue sheets and blanket on it. At the foot of the bed is a thicker dark blue quilt. Beside the bed was a night-stand/bookshelf full to the brim with books. On top is a purple lamp.
In another corner is a wooden computer desk with chipping olive colored paint. There was a very old looking computer screen was on; a small crack in the upper right-hand corner. Beside the screen were several school textbooks placed neatly in a single pile. On the floor beside the black computer chair was a faded red backpack, larger then the one that was by Ayden's feet. The rest of the room was mostly composed of bookshelves, a dresser, a closet, and a few trinkets. Devi turned to face Ayden, who hadn't moved a muscle while the older woman studied her room. "So, tell me what you can and want about yourself," Devi said, sitting on the computer chair. Ayden nodded gingerly and sat down on her bed, legs crossed. A small meow was heard from underneath the bed. Surprised, Devi looked at Ayden who smiled gently and leaned over the bed, arms groping for something. When she sat up, she was holding the tiniest kitten Devi had ever seen. It was gray and black, speckled with silver. It was curled up in a tight little ball in Ayden hands. She could just glimpse its luminous green eyes. "This is Jade. She's only a few weeks old. I found her last week in a trashcan. Some people." muttered Ayden darkly. The kitten began purring and walking awkwardly around Ayden's lap. She smiled. "Now, let me begin." and the girl spoke for more then two hours about everything she could remember, starting with when her parents died. She spoke of how Johnny took care of them both for a few years until he suddenly disappeared. About how a kindly old couple took care of her for a few years until they both died; how she was in a foster home for a bit, how she started to defend for herself, and many other things. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ayden.. Ayden. The voices in her head echoed softly. Gradually they became louder and louder until they were bellowing. Still she ignored them. She was tired, and it'd be a cold day in hell before she woke up. Finally the voices' minds snapped. "AYDEN! GOD DAMMIT! GET UP! YOU'LL BE LATE!!!" they screeched, jolting the girl from her slumber. She fell off of her computer chair with a large WHAK! noise.
"Uuuugh. did I fall asleep at the computer again?" groaned Ayden, rubbing her head, which had struck the concrete floor rather hard. Twitch and Sanity walked over to her, along with Jade, who was looking around blearily.
"Yep. Legs crossed and everything. And you know, it's 6:25. You ought to start getting ready for school," Sanity said, grinning. Ayden nodded and stumbled up, only to come crashing down to the floor again.
"Dammit! I hate it when my legs go numb!" Ayden growled, crawling over to her dresser while the two plush toys snickered. She glared at them, and they quickly silenced themselves. Ayden nodded to herself before weakly standing up, legs feeling as if they were being jabbed repeatedly with large dull needles. She quickly changed into a dark blue turtleneck and black, slightly torn up jeans.
"Now, need I bring an umbrella or not?" she said to herself, jogging over to the window of the low ceiling basement. (A/N: That made no sense. She's got a big window in her basement so she can see out, along with letting in some air. .yeah.) She looked through the curtains she'd put there and immediately screamed in pain. The clouds had decided to show the sun for a few minutes, therefore blinding the poor girl. She tripped over her Alto Clarinet case, and fell with a loud crash for the third time in under seven minutes. ".ow."
AUTHOR'S EXPLANATION: It has been three weeks since Devi and Ayden have literally bumped into each other. They've talked a lot, and became friends, almost. They both don't let their defenses down completely much, except for the first night they'd met.
"Shit!" Ayden swore. "Does this house hate me? I've probably got a concussion by now," she grumbled angrily, standing up, blinking quickly to rid her eyes of the large white dot that covered her length of vision. It faded, and she was able to finish getting ready for school.
She quickly left some food and water out for Jade, grabbed her bag, grabbed Twitch and Sanity, and ran up the stairs and out the front door, pausing only to snag her jacket and umbrella.
"You forgot to brush your hair again," Twitch said dryly. Ayden sighed.
"How bad is it?" It began to drizzle, not much, so she threw her umbrella into her bag. Sanity mentally shrugged.
"Not that bad, actually. Oh, yeah, and Twitch? We should go into normal toy mode so people don't think Ayden's nuts." The cat agreed to this, and the two dolls stopped speaking. Ayden glanced at her watch, which was flashing 6:40. "Shoot! I've got to get to school!" yelled Ayden before bursting into a fast sprint. (A/N: School for her starts at 7. Yes, I am mean. -snicker-)
School that day passed rather uneventfully for Ayden; although in P.E. some idiot bastard threw the basketball at her back. She proceeded to throw it at his throat and several other places where she could inflect pain. In less then fifteen minutes she had him sent to the Health Office. This made her smile darkly and Twitch mentally sing for joy.
As the girl began the long walk home, she felt as if she was being watched. She stopped, eyeing every shadow, tree, and bush warily. Seeing nothing, she shrugged and continued on. "Watch out Ayden. I seriously think you ARE being followed," Sanity said quietly, making Ayden freeze in a slight panic. 'Calm down! You're getting worked up over nothing! Whoever's following you doesn't realize you've got two daggers and a very painful instrument. You're almost home!' she thought to herself, quickening her pace. It was then the strange man behind her struck Ayden in the base of her neck was a tazor. She slumped to the ground; the last thing she saw before blacking out was the shadowy figure of a very menacing looking man, smiling sadistically.
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Dear Die-ary;
I have gotten another victim. She is very intriguing and reminds of something or someone in my past. This almost terrifies me, although I am interested as to whom she is. I have strapped her to the wall, a good three feet from the floor, in chains and wires. When she awakes she may not want to wriggle too much, or she shall suffer several new orifices.
I cannot stop looking at her. I'm not thinking THAT way, of course (disgusting!), more of an 'I know you, but how?' look. Ah! She stirs! I will continue later.
Ayden groaned in pain. Her entire spine felt as if it had been ripped out, run over several times, and then stabbed repeatedly before being replaced rather clumsily. A heavy shiver ran through her suddenly, making her bones rattle. It was so cold here- wait, where was here?
She looked around curiously, and for the first time noticed she was chained to a wall. Somehow she wasn't all that shocked at this, and she looked about the room instead. There was a single bare light bulb by her head, casting little light. Suddenly she saw something in the corner of her eye. A glimpse of light in the shadows!
"Who are you?" she asked, noting that her bag and instrument were not anywhere in the room. The person in the shadows seemed a bit surprised by the calmness in her voice, but stepped forward.
It was obvious that it was a male composed of sharp angles and jagged edges. His face was still hidden by shadows, but from what she could see of him, this was someone you did NOT want to mess with.
"My name is of no importance, although I may tell you in a few moments. May I ask who are you?" was the reply. The voice was a light baritone, accompanied by a slight hoarseness created from either not speaking for long periods of time or screaming quite recently. Altogether rather pleasant on the ears.
"I'm Ayden. I know you, don't I?" she asked pleasantly. The man shook his head 'no', the 'yes'. "Well, which one?"
"I don't know! You remind me of something, I just don't know what!" the man yelled angrily. Ayden gaped.
"Show me your face," she uttered. After a moment the man complied and stepped into the light. The girl gasped; recognition flared across her face. The man before her was her brother.
The years had not been kind to him. There was pain and torture in his eyes, and pure confusion. There were deep lines by his eyes, and his entire frame seemed as fragile as glass, as if it would break in a thousand pieces if he slipped. He was wearing a loose black shirt that hung of his thin frame, with the 'Z?' sign on the front. He was also wearing tattered black pants and knee-high boots with cloven-hoofed ends. "Johnny!" she whispered. He baulked, quite surprised/
"How do you know my name?" he asked, frowning. He fingered the knife that was hidden in his pocket. He was greeted with silence. "Well?" he asked irritably.
".You don't remember me, do you Johnny?" Ayden asked sadly. Johnny shook his head, very confused. The girl sighed. "You don't remember the day your parents died? Or if you had any living relatives?" He looked at her, eyes narrowed. The light reflected off of her glasses, making her eyes impossible to read.
"I should kill you right now for speaking of my past. In fact, I think I will." And with that he slowly pulled out his 9-inch blade, shining cruelly in the harsh light. He walked slowly towards Ayden, who looked quite surprised.
"Wait Johnny! Don't you remember a little girl? A little girl who put all of her trust in you? A little girl who was your sibling?" Ayden cried out. "And when you left, your subconscious has always wondered what happened to that girl, hasn't it? Is she alive, or is she dead? Does she have a family, or does she live with one? How old is that girl now?"
Suddenly the man leaped at her with inhuman speed. In a matter of seconds Johnny was standing on a crate, making him eye-level with Ayden. The girl felt perspiration bead upon her forehead when she felt cold steel against her throat. "You lie! I was an only child! I had no-one after my parents were killed!" he hissed. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner! I had no siblings; I took care of myself, not some girl! You lie!" And with that he slit Ayden's throat, slicing open many major arteries and muscles.
She looked at him, confused, as her blood splattered on his face. She coughed and managed to whisper something. "I'm. that. little girl. Johnny. I'm. your. sister." and with those few words the light in her large eyes dimmed, and Nny felt her spirit leave the dark basement. Her blood continued to gush forth from her neck, until her clothes and the surrounding floor was stained crimson with it. And still it flowed.
Nny was silent as memories raced through his head. Memories of a little girl, memories of how he took care of her since she was to small to fend for herself. His head ached, as did his heart. He threw the bloody knife to the floor and wept.
Dear Die-ary;
Fuck! That girl! Her name was Ayden. she was my SISTER. I killed my own sister with one of my favorite knives. It has been nearly an hour since I sliced her neck open, and the splatter of blood dripping off of her is driving me mad with grief. She could have answered so many questions, and yet I cut her down. Dear Lord! She must have only been SIXTEEN! What if she had a family? Oh shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!!!
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes, I killed my own character! I am so evil! Is this the end of my little fanfic? Are you MAD? Of course not! This is just a step to the completion of my army of reviewers! And yes, Johnny is very pissed at himself for killing his last living relative.
Now I want at least THREE more reviews or you'll never know what will happen! -insert maniacal laughter here-