Disconnected
By StarWolf
7/15/2004
Title: Disconnected
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Rating: R
Genre: Angst, poetry...?
Warnings: language, gore, slash, "thematic elements," canon death, schizophrenia (maybe)
Pairing: Edgar x Nny
Disclaimer: I do discombobulated waltz of glee at the Almighty Jhonen Vasquez, and the Ever Wonderful Zarla. They = godly.
Distribution: No one but Zarla may archive it. I do vicious spite jig at those who disobey me.
Summary: Please hang up and try again.
Authoress' Notes: Set in "Vargas." Go witness its beauty, my minions!
Sorry if it's hard to read because the text is centered, but I'm the author, and I think it looks kinda nifty that way.
Edgar:
- wakes up in the middle of the night.
- hears the phone ringing, shuts his eyes.
- glances to blurry digits on his clock (he paid a grand total of
nine dollars and fifty two cents for it), neon green in the
dark disquiet.
Edgar:
- blinks groggily and yawns.
- listens as the noise stops, returning to silence.
- knows who was on the other line (no one else calls him especially not
at this time) and worries for
his well-being.
Edgar:
- wonders what the hell is going on.
- flips the light switch, rolls out of bed.
- puts on a jacket and shoes (they're nothing like
the boots he's used to seeing) and
walks outside.
Edgar:
- ignores the voice in his head.
- grits his teeth against biting, harsh sarcasm.
- argues with an internal monologue (he's such a
fucking bastard why won't he shut up) that is
no longer his own.
Edgar:
- leaves his house and locks the door.
- gets into the car, fumbles with his keys.
- starts the engine, touches his foot to the accelerator (good thing there's no
curfew for him at this age) and pretends
to watch where he's going.
Edgar:
- weaves his way through poorly lit streets.
- blinks against oncoming headlights, can't see where he's going.
- can never remember how to get here (and you even drove todd home one
time you stupid idiot) and growls out his frustration
with himself.
Edgar:
- screeches to a halt.
- parks haphazardly against the curb, tires rolled on top of the sidewalk.
- trips as he gets out of the vehicle (you left it at an awkward angle you moron why
don't you be more careful) and heads for the
disturbing house.
Edgar:
- briefly notes that he can't see any stars.
- rushes up the stairs, stumbles over his own feet.
- flings open the heavy door (close it behind you edgar it's
not safe anyway but it might help) and slams it once
he's inside.
Edgar:
- tries not to step on decaying bodies.
- frantically looks for him, here and there and everywhere.
- can't figure out where the hell (well just think edgar if you were a
homicidal maniac where would
you hide?) he is.
Edgar:
- hits his head on a low-hung lamp.
- winces, brings a palm to his forehead.
- is barely able to see in the dim illumination (maybe he can't afford to
pay the electric bill anymore and burns his victims' blood wouldn't
that be cheerful edgar?) and squints.
Edgar:
- is vaguely aware of muffled noises.
- thinks that they're in there, yes definitely.
- begins to run toward the other room (and what pray tell do
you plan on doing once you're there edgar) and
barely suppresses a scream.
Edgar:
- fights back tears of fear and pain.
- kneels down beside him, chokes on a sob.
- runs a gentle hand through bloodstained blue hair (he probably
doesn't want you touching him you dolt) and hangs
his head.
Edgar:
- watches his emaciated chest rise and fall with ragged breaths.
- holds a thin hand softly in his own, cries and doesn't know what to do.
- asks him if he's okay (well let's see now massive headwound cracked skull bleeding
from just about everywhere do we think he's okay?) and gets what should
be an obvious response.
Edgar:
- glances around himself.
- notices a decapitated rabbit, as well as a discarded pistol.
- shuts his eyes momentarily (anything to keep yourself from
seeing what's happened eh edgar?) and whispers
reassuring words like a mantra.
Edgar:
- knows that praying won't do any good.
- bows his head, asks for god's intercession.
- mentally chastises himself (oh edgar you didn't really think that
it would work did you?) and laughs bitterly at his
ridiculous hopes.
Edgar:
- presses a kiss to a wet and formerly pale cheek.
- tastes copper on his tongue and lips, is well aware that it's blood.
- licks away the liquid (i bet you look like you're wearing lipstick edgar such a pretty
boy it goes well with your goatee such style!) and brings both his and his friend's
hands toward his chest.
Edgar:
- tries to convince him and himself that everything will be okay.
- loathes the fact that he's lying, doesn't know of anything else he could do.
- smells the stench of death looming over them (because you know what death smells
like edgar it is now available as cologne for a limited time only order today and save a
dollar) and wants to stop breathing.
Edgar:
- slumps forward onto the maniac's heaving chest.
- feels fluid pooling around his ear, lets himself go limp.
- tucks his head under the other man's chin (oh that's just so
fucking cute edgar i wish i had a camera) and waits
for the monsters to come.
Nny:
- dies.
- will most likely stay dead, unless something odd happens.
- never really liked guns (oh god oh god he can't be dead oh please
god no no no this can't be this isn't
happening) in the first place.