Thanks to you three who reviewed. I really appreciate them. Especially
Mandy of Endsville. Your comments were exceptionally helpful, and I took
your advice and tried to add a bit more dialogue. It's kinda hard, because
Junior THINKS SO FRICKIN' MUCH!!! GEEZE!! Sorry. It's true, though. Billy
does help a lot, though. Yay, Billy! *hugs him, rips out Jr.'s brain so he
can't think anymore* Oh, and I knew someone was going to say stuff about
the flame thing. I'm in Cali too. We're all gonna fry like potato chips.
Whoo! Not to poke fun at the burned cities. I feel your pain. *sagely nod*
Yes, well. On with the story. . . thing.
--~~*~~--
"B-Billy!"
A huge grin split across the Billy's face, and his hand plunged deep into his jeans.
"That's what it says on my UNDERWEEEAAARRR!" the large-nosed one sang, stretching his tighties into view. Junior cracked a nervous smile, partly due to Billy's disturbing actions.
The main reason Junior was so ill at ease was because of the events that occurred at the cursed winter camp. He vividly remembered, oh-so-unlike the author, how he attacked the boy and stole his identity, as he had done with the others. But, unlike the more self-absorbed creeps at the camp, he recalled how Billy had been willing to accept him, at least before he dropped his human disguise. Billy's good-natured attitude softened his heart, and though he still icily-mummified the kid, Junior could not get him off his mind. Even as he walked up the steps to Billy's home, prepared to take on his macabre life, the son of Nergal thought of him, overwhelmed by guilt.
Which is the main reason why he confessed to the deed, and lead Billy's strange friends back to his "burial" sight. Of course, he was dead. If waking up in an airtight case of ice didn't kill him, pneumonia and frostbite did. It didn't do much to help Junior's conscience, but Billy's skeleton friend was able to chip him out, and resurrect him. Though he was still unconscious throughout the ride back home, Nergal Jr. was convinced he could hear Billy scorning him, hating him. It made him want to die. It was so much more painful than anything Mandy did.
"Heeey!" the loud drawl of a voice broke Junior's train of thought, and he turned his attention once more to the one that was opening those guilty wounds. For a moment, no one spoke, and the son of Nergal began to feel terribly uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze of Billy's beady eyes. But finally, the capped boy broke the silence.
"How'd you know my name? Are you a psycho?"
Junior started to form a response, but was abruptly cut off by another voice.
"Though I'm sure the word you're searching for is 'psychic', Billy. . . you can't be too far off in your error."
Junior's heart rate tripled at the sound of the cold monotone, and he slowly turned his gaze around Billy's egghead to the school doors. His worst fears were confirmed. There she stood, the hatred all but glowing around her. Mandy.
A few slow, deliberate strides brought the stoic girl down the steps to Billy's side. Nergal squee-d involuntarily, recoiling from her presence. A swift hand caught his collar, however, halting his retreat. She dragged him in close, piercing eyes boring hatred into his own.
"Why are you here, Junior?" she hissed, dark eyes searching. He let out an incomprehensible gurgle, his tongue like a lump of dough in his mouth. Through the corner of his eye, the son of Nergal saw the cloud of confusion lift from Billy's face.
"Junior!" he cried, throwing his hands into the air, "You're the kid from winter camp! I remember you now! You--!" Billy's face faltered, his sentence becoming choppy. "Killed. . . every. . . one. . ." He sank into silence.
"That's right. Even you, Billy. Were it not for Grim, this little fuck would've ended your life permanently." Mandy remained poised and immovable as a statue, her hand like a vice at Junior's throat. "I'll ask you again. Why are you here? Do you expect to be accepted with open arms after all the crap you've done? Do you expect everyone to just. . .forgive and forget? " Her voice was hard and sharp as a butcher's knife, and just as painful. Every biting word cut through Junior like a razor, ripped him apart just as she had done to Mr. Bonkers.
"I-I. . . I don't--" his voice has choked, and he could feel the hot wetness of tears on his cheeks. "I-I. . ." Junior broke down into silent, shuddering sobs.
The sharp shriek of the school bell rang throughout the yard, breaking through the tense quiet. As if snapped from a dream, all the students that had gathered around to stare began filing into class. Mandy glared upon the crying boy a moment longer, mask of ice hiding her disgust.
"I hate you," she said, freeing her hand from his coat. Turning on her heel, she marched up the stairs, and through the double doors. Billy hesitated, glancing back and forth between the two, brain meats frying with the extreme pressure of decision. Hovering for a moment longer, Billy finally turned and dashed into class, not wanting to be tardy the first day.
The son of Nergal sank to his knees and wept.
--~~*~~--
*insert clever stoping message*
--~~*~~--
Ouch. I kinda made Mandy sound like the antagonist, didn't I? She's not supposed to be, I don't think. She's just holding a little grude. ^_~. I'm still working on her character. Forgive me. I didn't mean to make her such a bitch.
And I'm pretty sure Billy would've stayed with Jr., because when Mandy made Spurg cry, he ran off and stayed with him. But. . . I got lazy. *look of shame* Billy staying would've meant more writing. No stopping point. And I is tired. So. Yep. OOC moment. Sorry.
Poor Junior. I still loves you, baby. *attempts to hug, gets shocked by a tentacle*
Jergal Jr.: If you really did love me, you wouldn't do all this shit to my poor, angst-juicy self!
~fade out with screams of pain and coldness~
(don't forget to review. I need help. A lot. You can probably tell. Grr.)
Yes, well. On with the story. . . thing.
--~~*~~--
"B-Billy!"
A huge grin split across the Billy's face, and his hand plunged deep into his jeans.
"That's what it says on my UNDERWEEEAAARRR!" the large-nosed one sang, stretching his tighties into view. Junior cracked a nervous smile, partly due to Billy's disturbing actions.
The main reason Junior was so ill at ease was because of the events that occurred at the cursed winter camp. He vividly remembered, oh-so-unlike the author, how he attacked the boy and stole his identity, as he had done with the others. But, unlike the more self-absorbed creeps at the camp, he recalled how Billy had been willing to accept him, at least before he dropped his human disguise. Billy's good-natured attitude softened his heart, and though he still icily-mummified the kid, Junior could not get him off his mind. Even as he walked up the steps to Billy's home, prepared to take on his macabre life, the son of Nergal thought of him, overwhelmed by guilt.
Which is the main reason why he confessed to the deed, and lead Billy's strange friends back to his "burial" sight. Of course, he was dead. If waking up in an airtight case of ice didn't kill him, pneumonia and frostbite did. It didn't do much to help Junior's conscience, but Billy's skeleton friend was able to chip him out, and resurrect him. Though he was still unconscious throughout the ride back home, Nergal Jr. was convinced he could hear Billy scorning him, hating him. It made him want to die. It was so much more painful than anything Mandy did.
"Heeey!" the loud drawl of a voice broke Junior's train of thought, and he turned his attention once more to the one that was opening those guilty wounds. For a moment, no one spoke, and the son of Nergal began to feel terribly uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze of Billy's beady eyes. But finally, the capped boy broke the silence.
"How'd you know my name? Are you a psycho?"
Junior started to form a response, but was abruptly cut off by another voice.
"Though I'm sure the word you're searching for is 'psychic', Billy. . . you can't be too far off in your error."
Junior's heart rate tripled at the sound of the cold monotone, and he slowly turned his gaze around Billy's egghead to the school doors. His worst fears were confirmed. There she stood, the hatred all but glowing around her. Mandy.
A few slow, deliberate strides brought the stoic girl down the steps to Billy's side. Nergal squee-d involuntarily, recoiling from her presence. A swift hand caught his collar, however, halting his retreat. She dragged him in close, piercing eyes boring hatred into his own.
"Why are you here, Junior?" she hissed, dark eyes searching. He let out an incomprehensible gurgle, his tongue like a lump of dough in his mouth. Through the corner of his eye, the son of Nergal saw the cloud of confusion lift from Billy's face.
"Junior!" he cried, throwing his hands into the air, "You're the kid from winter camp! I remember you now! You--!" Billy's face faltered, his sentence becoming choppy. "Killed. . . every. . . one. . ." He sank into silence.
"That's right. Even you, Billy. Were it not for Grim, this little fuck would've ended your life permanently." Mandy remained poised and immovable as a statue, her hand like a vice at Junior's throat. "I'll ask you again. Why are you here? Do you expect to be accepted with open arms after all the crap you've done? Do you expect everyone to just. . .forgive and forget? " Her voice was hard and sharp as a butcher's knife, and just as painful. Every biting word cut through Junior like a razor, ripped him apart just as she had done to Mr. Bonkers.
"I-I. . . I don't--" his voice has choked, and he could feel the hot wetness of tears on his cheeks. "I-I. . ." Junior broke down into silent, shuddering sobs.
The sharp shriek of the school bell rang throughout the yard, breaking through the tense quiet. As if snapped from a dream, all the students that had gathered around to stare began filing into class. Mandy glared upon the crying boy a moment longer, mask of ice hiding her disgust.
"I hate you," she said, freeing her hand from his coat. Turning on her heel, she marched up the stairs, and through the double doors. Billy hesitated, glancing back and forth between the two, brain meats frying with the extreme pressure of decision. Hovering for a moment longer, Billy finally turned and dashed into class, not wanting to be tardy the first day.
The son of Nergal sank to his knees and wept.
--~~*~~--
*insert clever stoping message*
--~~*~~--
Ouch. I kinda made Mandy sound like the antagonist, didn't I? She's not supposed to be, I don't think. She's just holding a little grude. ^_~. I'm still working on her character. Forgive me. I didn't mean to make her such a bitch.
And I'm pretty sure Billy would've stayed with Jr., because when Mandy made Spurg cry, he ran off and stayed with him. But. . . I got lazy. *look of shame* Billy staying would've meant more writing. No stopping point. And I is tired. So. Yep. OOC moment. Sorry.
Poor Junior. I still loves you, baby. *attempts to hug, gets shocked by a tentacle*
Jergal Jr.: If you really did love me, you wouldn't do all this shit to my poor, angst-juicy self!
~fade out with screams of pain and coldness~
(don't forget to review. I need help. A lot. You can probably tell. Grr.)