Chapter 3: The Travels of Nny

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When Nny became old enough he left the orphanage and didn't look back. He never wanted to come back to that living hell. He went to the next town and the next town until he didn't remember where he lived anymore. When he returns accidentally to his hometown is where our story picks up.

"Hey, creep, wake up, yer bus is leavin'," Nny heard a voice in his ear. He opened his eyes and sits up, "What the fuck do you want?" he says to the stupid person who awakened him. "Yer bus is leavin'," the idiot insisted again. Nny stood up and looked him straight in the eye, "Listen to me you fat piece of shit, WHY CAN'T YOU LET ME FUCKIN' SLEEP!?" he demanded as he thrust a dagger into the asshole's chest. He fell off the chair as Nny picked up his knapsack and walked out. This town seemed familiar. somehow. He couldn't remember just what it was. He realized as he reached the city limits, that the sign said "San Jose". A light shone out from a distant part of Nny's mind and he didn't like the memories that were forced back into his mind. He continued walking until he came to the middle of downtown. Everything seemed to ring a bell in Nny's mind. bells he never wanted to ring. He saw the old gangs, the old party places, the old hangout spots, every single place he wasn't included in. He hated every minute of that walk. Everyone laughed at him. just like always, they all will have to die. All of them must die. Just then, a girl stumbled out of a bar and fell right into Nny's arms; she was quite pretty. She opened her eyes and looked into his, yawned, and said, "What are you doing? I should be on the pavement now. Aha, I'm as drunk as a skunk." "Hmph. I have more decency than that," he replied, still looking her straight in the eye. "You're kinda cute. would ya mind taking me home," she said with slight hinting in her voice. "Sorry. I'm not like that," he said while scowling. "Come on, at least take me home," she said while sticking out her bottom lip, "Please?" "Grrrr. Fine. But you still have to walk," he said as he helped her up. "So. where the hell do you live?" Nny inquired. "Well. I live. here! I live here, I live there, I live everywhere!" she yelled as she danced around. Nny raised his left eyebrow, "Uhhh. Okay. Bye now," he said as he walked, okay, ran away. "Wait! Come back! I need to show you around! You fucker, get your ass back here!" she yelled as he ran.

~ The Next Day ~
Nny thought a lot during that day, just walking around seeing what changed, and what hadn't. Not much had changed at all. It probably made all the memories that much worse. The only thing that made him feel better was that the orphanage had been condemned ten years ago. "A nice walk in the park might help my mood," Nny thought to himself. When he got to the park there wasn't a park, just barren patches of soil and withering bushes. "FUCK!" he yelled loudly and his voice started to echo out into the desert. Then, that girl popped out from behind a hill, the one Nny met outside the bar. She had dark purple hair past her shoulders, a black tank top and black leather pants with chains hanging out of her pockets. She immediately recognized him and yelled, "HEY! YOU'RE THE GUY FROM THE BAR! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Nny turned and started to run with everything he had. There was one problem, that she was coming at him like a blur at breakneck speed. She tackled him and she thrust her lips into his. Nny couldn't believe it, the amazing emotion that rushed through his veins, and it was better than all the adrenaline in the entire fucking world. They were laying on the ground for what seemed like an eternity. She got up off of him, wiped off her mouth with her arm and said, "Damn that was good." Nny, well, he couldn't get up, she still had her knee on his chest. "Um, this may sound like a stupid thing to say, but could you get off me?" he asked her, slightly out of breath. ************************************************************* Damn I hate Writer's Block. Sorry it took so long. Don't worry all you horror junkies out there, some insane carnage and mayhem is comin' soon. Signing off, Duelist of Roses