Very slowly, Ly reopened her eyes. This did her little good, seeing as how
the room she was in was pitch black. After thinking she was blind for a
moment, she felt as though her head weighed a ton, and her fingers were all
tingly and above her head. Then she realized she was hanging upside down
by her ankles. It was very unpleasant and made it difficult to think.
Suddenly, a door opened at the far side of the room, sending a small beam
of light in its wake. This caused several voices, mostly frightened ones,
to announce their existence from within the room.
"Shut up! You will all get your turns at death soon enough. I promise."
The person walked from the door over to where Ly hung. Luckily, he had brought a flashlight with him. But, instead of shining on the floor, he pointed it in her face, making her squish her eyes shut.
"Hello there," he started.
"My name is Johnny, and I've a question or two to ask you."
He paused, placing the flashlight on the floor so it illuminated their little area.
"Is there any particular reason you enjoy hanging around Squee's window?"
His newest victim looked back at him, confused.
"You call him Squee? As in the sound he used to make when he was scared?"
Nny returned her confused look, and added a hint of angry suspicion. He whipped out a long, jagged knife from somewhere and pressed it against her throat to speed things up a bit.
"Answer the question!"
She sighed, though slightly so the knife wouldn't cut her,
"I'm here to.protect him.in a sense."
Nny wasn't satisfied with that answer, and pressed the knife harder against her skin, though not yet drawing blood.
"Protect him against what, in a sense? And why?"
Ly wondered why this guy was so interested in all this.
"Could you, um, let me down? It's really hard to concentrate with my blood pushing on my brain, ya know?"
Johnny hadn't really wanted to kill the girl anyways, only have her answer his questions. So he didn't mind letting her down all that much (A.N: Yes he did. O_o). He'd confiscated her weapons, anyways. He had gotten a good chuckle out of seeing so many pocket knives on one person. He flung the knife he was threatening her with at the ropes that were holding her up, and held her under her arms as she fell so no additional damage would be done to her cranium.
She thanked him, sat down under the influence of the dizziness that accompanies blood traveling to other places besides one's head, and untied her ankles. Nny joined her on the floor and gestured for her to continue.
"Okie dokie. Phwew, what a rush. So, let's see. Short version. Uh, ok. I've taken it on myself to shut up any and all voices Todd is probably hearing so that he doesn't go completely nuts and do the bad things they tell him to. It's a side affect of insanity; schizophrenia, I think."
She smiled at him, seemingly oblivious to the look he was giving her. He looked extremely confused and irritated at the same time.
"Oh, and why, did you say?" she continued.
"Well, it's mostly because he's my little brother, and I know what he's going through. Those voices can be awfully hard to ignore. It's my sisterly duty to see that he will be all right. Eh, he doesn't know that him and I are related just yet. His mom and dad put a restraining order on me when he was just a toddler. I'm not quite sure why though. But anyways, I do miss him." Johnny listed to all this with extreme interest. If this girl was indeed Squee's sister, and if she was at least 18, which she looked to be, she could take care of her little brother, and Nny could do what he had always wanted to do; brutally (A.N: Ha. Nny being anything but brutal is mind- boggling.) retaliate on Squee's parents for the inhumane treatment of their son.
A slow, malevolent smirk crept onto Johnny's face. As soon as this girl left, he was going to get to work planning Mr. and Mrs. Squee's deaths.
"If you want to see him, I can take you to him."
Johnny tried to jump out of the way as the young woman squealed in delight and attacked him in a hug.
"Please. DON'T touch me."
He gently pushed her off and took a step back.
Ly kept the happy expression on her face and followed Nny upstairs. As soon as the light of the living room reached them, the girl let out a blood- curdling scream. Johnny spun around, ready to fight what he supposed was the wall-monster. Instead, he found that the young woman was staring at her hands, no longer screaming. She looked at her palms like Johnny's victims often looked at him when he was about to torture them. But she wasn't being tortured. Nny was baffled.
Nny cautiously approached her and peeked at her hands. They were covered in blood. *So what?* thought Johnny. Then he remembered that some people dislike blood, and tried to comfort her.
"Eh, you must've put your hands down in a puddle. Don't worry, it comes right off with some soap and water."
When she didn't respond or even look up, he pulled her over to his couch and sat her down. Then he went into his bathroom and wetted a washcloth.
When he came back, she was babbling to herself. He sat down curiously next to her and began to rub the drying blood off of her still elevated hands.
"Meh. Blood. Oooh, my blood. My blood. No no nononono. Oh no. Not again.No no, bloody hands. Eh, bloooddd! Blood blood bloooood. No no no not my hands. My hands.bloody.my bloody hands. NonononononononoNoNoNONONOO!! I didn't do it. No, my blood.."
"No, not your blood; someone elses blood. Probably that prick from the 24/7 store."
He had never seen anyone get so hysterical over blood before, except when it was coming out of them. Suddenly, she stopped talking and began to hyperventilate. Nny looked at her strangely and then grabbed her nose and put a hand over her mouth, stopping her from breathing at all. It took about 10 seconds for Ly to swipe the offending hands away. She took in a deep breath and looked at Nny with healthy recognition.
"Hi there! Are you.trying to kill me again?" Ly queried.
Nny didn't know what to say, so he threw the bloody washcloth into a corner.
"Yeah, your hands were annoying me. Let's go!"
He stood up and yanked her out of his house.
"Shut up! You will all get your turns at death soon enough. I promise."
The person walked from the door over to where Ly hung. Luckily, he had brought a flashlight with him. But, instead of shining on the floor, he pointed it in her face, making her squish her eyes shut.
"Hello there," he started.
"My name is Johnny, and I've a question or two to ask you."
He paused, placing the flashlight on the floor so it illuminated their little area.
"Is there any particular reason you enjoy hanging around Squee's window?"
His newest victim looked back at him, confused.
"You call him Squee? As in the sound he used to make when he was scared?"
Nny returned her confused look, and added a hint of angry suspicion. He whipped out a long, jagged knife from somewhere and pressed it against her throat to speed things up a bit.
"Answer the question!"
She sighed, though slightly so the knife wouldn't cut her,
"I'm here to.protect him.in a sense."
Nny wasn't satisfied with that answer, and pressed the knife harder against her skin, though not yet drawing blood.
"Protect him against what, in a sense? And why?"
Ly wondered why this guy was so interested in all this.
"Could you, um, let me down? It's really hard to concentrate with my blood pushing on my brain, ya know?"
Johnny hadn't really wanted to kill the girl anyways, only have her answer his questions. So he didn't mind letting her down all that much (A.N: Yes he did. O_o). He'd confiscated her weapons, anyways. He had gotten a good chuckle out of seeing so many pocket knives on one person. He flung the knife he was threatening her with at the ropes that were holding her up, and held her under her arms as she fell so no additional damage would be done to her cranium.
She thanked him, sat down under the influence of the dizziness that accompanies blood traveling to other places besides one's head, and untied her ankles. Nny joined her on the floor and gestured for her to continue.
"Okie dokie. Phwew, what a rush. So, let's see. Short version. Uh, ok. I've taken it on myself to shut up any and all voices Todd is probably hearing so that he doesn't go completely nuts and do the bad things they tell him to. It's a side affect of insanity; schizophrenia, I think."
She smiled at him, seemingly oblivious to the look he was giving her. He looked extremely confused and irritated at the same time.
"Oh, and why, did you say?" she continued.
"Well, it's mostly because he's my little brother, and I know what he's going through. Those voices can be awfully hard to ignore. It's my sisterly duty to see that he will be all right. Eh, he doesn't know that him and I are related just yet. His mom and dad put a restraining order on me when he was just a toddler. I'm not quite sure why though. But anyways, I do miss him." Johnny listed to all this with extreme interest. If this girl was indeed Squee's sister, and if she was at least 18, which she looked to be, she could take care of her little brother, and Nny could do what he had always wanted to do; brutally (A.N: Ha. Nny being anything but brutal is mind- boggling.) retaliate on Squee's parents for the inhumane treatment of their son.
A slow, malevolent smirk crept onto Johnny's face. As soon as this girl left, he was going to get to work planning Mr. and Mrs. Squee's deaths.
"If you want to see him, I can take you to him."
Johnny tried to jump out of the way as the young woman squealed in delight and attacked him in a hug.
"Please. DON'T touch me."
He gently pushed her off and took a step back.
Ly kept the happy expression on her face and followed Nny upstairs. As soon as the light of the living room reached them, the girl let out a blood- curdling scream. Johnny spun around, ready to fight what he supposed was the wall-monster. Instead, he found that the young woman was staring at her hands, no longer screaming. She looked at her palms like Johnny's victims often looked at him when he was about to torture them. But she wasn't being tortured. Nny was baffled.
Nny cautiously approached her and peeked at her hands. They were covered in blood. *So what?* thought Johnny. Then he remembered that some people dislike blood, and tried to comfort her.
"Eh, you must've put your hands down in a puddle. Don't worry, it comes right off with some soap and water."
When she didn't respond or even look up, he pulled her over to his couch and sat her down. Then he went into his bathroom and wetted a washcloth.
When he came back, she was babbling to herself. He sat down curiously next to her and began to rub the drying blood off of her still elevated hands.
"Meh. Blood. Oooh, my blood. My blood. No no nononono. Oh no. Not again.No no, bloody hands. Eh, bloooddd! Blood blood bloooood. No no no not my hands. My hands.bloody.my bloody hands. NonononononononoNoNoNONONOO!! I didn't do it. No, my blood.."
"No, not your blood; someone elses blood. Probably that prick from the 24/7 store."
He had never seen anyone get so hysterical over blood before, except when it was coming out of them. Suddenly, she stopped talking and began to hyperventilate. Nny looked at her strangely and then grabbed her nose and put a hand over her mouth, stopping her from breathing at all. It took about 10 seconds for Ly to swipe the offending hands away. She took in a deep breath and looked at Nny with healthy recognition.
"Hi there! Are you.trying to kill me again?" Ly queried.
Nny didn't know what to say, so he threw the bloody washcloth into a corner.
"Yeah, your hands were annoying me. Let's go!"
He stood up and yanked her out of his house.