A/N: First off, I don't like this chapter. Secondly, I apologize on how
long it took to get this chapter up. Writer's block. Dreadful thing, you
get? Also, next chapter will be the chapter that I dedicate to my wonderful
reviewers who did not flame me and beat me to a pulp (do you really want me
to dedicate a shit-acular chapter to you guys? The next one will be better.
I promise THIS time. ;) ). Anyhoo, I apologize for the really shitty
chapter that I forced every lasts one of you to read. That's right; I
forced you and threatened to shoot you...with mind bullets! That's
telekinesis, Kyle (Tenacious D fan). So here you go. Sequel to the previous
shitty chapter. Yet another installment of the terrifying chapters.
Disclaimer: Why God?!? Why?! Why is it always Jhonen you pick to have such fucking creativity?! Why?! Damn you Jhonen! Damn you! (That's disgruntled artist talk meaning everything belongs to Jhonen for those of you who don't speak the language.)
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Chapter 4: Giving In
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He sat there, in the dark, thinking, crying, wondering, questioning, and slur of other things as well. He cried for what had happened, for how alone he felt, for his mortality; he cried for his parents, for his life, for himself, but mostly for Johnny. Johnny, who had gone so awry in a matter of seconds that he became so unrecognizable, even his very soul had been altered. And for what? It was something he could not answer.
It was something that hurt.
Squee sniffled, retreating underneath the covers with Shmee in his arms. He never felt truly alone, and so the embarrassment of such tears tore at him. He curled up into a tiny mass, wheezing, and finally, with his sentences broken from the crying, spoke.
"I did something bad, didn't I, Shmee?"
Shmee sighed. All the shit that boy had to deal, all the times that freak had saved him, well without knowing it, and he had done this. He had forced the blame down on this tiny child's shoulder, granted, he was not aware of such a thing, but that was not the point. The guilt that rested within Squee now was eating him from the inside, when clearly he was not the one at fault. Shmee felt a burning rage ignite within his teddy bear stuffing guts, and managed to contain his growl.
It had only happened two hours ago. The time was 2 am now, and there was no sign of any rest for the poor child. Damn that fucker. Damn him to fucking hell. Shmee had managed since the time he was received to do his best to keep the boy in check; to make sure he didn't turn out to be some kind of psycho; turn out like Johnny. He warned the boy to keep away, but his attempts were in vain. And now, Squee was far more traumatized in those few minutes, than he had ever been in his life. That dumb psychotic shit..
"No," the bear finally answered, doing his best to remain calm. "No, you didn't Todd. It was his fault. It was ALL his fault. I told you...I told you he was bad, just like your parents...but you couldn't listen. You couldn't." He trailed off as Squee's eyes filled with tears again, but decided that he had to keep going. The boy had to learn..Shmee wouldn't be there for him forever. People move on, children die, adults are born, and figments are forgotten. Better that he learn now how messed up trust could truly be, than later, when he was about to die.
"Todd," Shmee continued. "He's insane.he's always been insane, but somehow, has always gained an appropriate amount of control, to keep from doing something he'd totally regret." He thought a moment, his thoughts trailing back to Devi. He could hear her screaming, see her running, laughed at how she kicked that sick man's ass. "For the most part," he added, smiling. "He doesn't have that anymore. He can't control what he does. He'll kill you if he ever gets the chance, the way he killed, kills, and will kill, all those people.And." Now the hard part. He had made up his mind. If this was this was the only way Squee would learn, then that's how it would be. In his mind, there was no other alternative.
"Shmee.?"
"If you ever, EVER go near him again," Shmee swallowed as well as he could being a stuffed toy, and tried to sound stern without scaring Squee to the point of death. "I won't be here to help you anymore."
There was a silence, awkward in its own way. Squee wasn't and wouldn't say a word. His mind would flow with a million questions when Shmee was done, and still, the bear would not be able to answer them, as if he expected the boy to actually ask. It was a terrifying thought to be so confused. Shmee finished, his voice as unpleasant as a funeral, "Do you know what I'm saying? I'm going to leave you, and never come back. Then you will truly be alone."
Squee drew back at this, leaving Shmee untouched on the mattress. He felt a terrible pain in his stomach. This was his fault, and unless he wanted to lose his best friend, he wouldn't be able to make up for that. No..His parents were unhappy, Johnny was unhappy.it was his fault. It had always been his fault. Nothing would change that. He gulped something down..make them happy..make them all happy. he could only think of one way to do that.
"I know you're smarter than that, Todd. "Shmee's voice kept going, sounding along in the background of Squee's mind, as thoughts penetrated and desecrated his youthful soul. He stared at Shmee, horribly trying with all his might to comprehend the situation. "I know you won't speak to him again. I know you'll do everything in your power to avoid him. I know you want to be a normal little boy with loving parents and a nice home. I can't give you all of that, but I know that talking to Johnny isn't going to help things, especially when he wants to kill you. You understand what I'm saying, right? You won't make contact with him?"
He only nodded, contemplating what he would do, and rested his head on his pillow. Shmee would leave..but.they were so unhappy. He made them unhappy. It was something he desperately wanted to fix, because it was in fact, his fault that they felt that way; because of his pathetic existence. He pulled Shmee close to his body once again, feeling the warmth and trying to appreciate for all it was worth. There was no telling when they would say goodbye.
"Then later we can set his house on fire."
Hello nightmares.
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"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God, I'm gonna fucking die!!"
Heads turned as a strange woman raced around the corner of another crowded street, skidding as she turned and almost flying into an old lady getting ready to cross the street. Her heart raced as she pushed against the crowd, only a few blocks away form her original start. The Chinese restaurant. The sound of police sirens faded, something she imagined should've been comforting, like they would be able to catch the man that was after her, but they faded off in the distance, only just now getting to the scene of the crime. Besides..he was never caught. Not once. All those people, and not a sign of even coming close to getting caught.
Perhaps that added to her fear.
He was behind her, she could feel it. She could hear the screams behind her as his footsteps hit the pavement, as he stabbed those who were unfortunate to get in his way. She knew that if she turned around, there would be blood. Dear God, so much blood, and a shadow. The one that had haunted her for God knows how long.
He wouldn't stop. Wouldn't let go. He would continue to pursue her forever, or least until he caught up and slit her throat. Nice and easy. The picture of her cold lifeless body leaking of her blood, held in the arms of that..psycho sent a shudder up and down her spine and she almost hit another elderly person. What the hell were all these old people doing around here, in the worst of worst neighborhoods? No, focus on escaping, focus on escaping...
Devi felt something sharp hit her back, feeling a horrible warmth trail down her back. A shriek escaped her lips; she nearly faltered in her run, but forced her body to stay in motion. The pain was only a slight stinging; she imagined that he had only thrown the knife at her, resulting in a semi- deep cut, but she wouldn't be sure until she made it.
Made it where? Where was she going? Should she go home? Barricade the door, so he couldn't get in and mutilate her body? *Yeah, great idea Devi* she muttered inside her own mind, dodging a homeless person. *As if he couldn't find a way in. Dear God, its Johnny for Christ's sake! Can't get rid of him if I run home..I'll just be running forever!*
"Deviiiiii! It's me, Johnny!!" a voice came mockingly from behind her. "Stop running! This is for your own fucking good!" She gasped, taking a quick look over her shoulder, and feeling the burning of fear strike her body. He was there, as if he'd left, madness burning in his dark eyes, the sinister smile spread across his bloodstained cheeks. He held up the knife, the very same that he had thrown at her, (*must've picked it up along the way* Devi thought) and leapt into the air, screeching as though it were a war cry.
She screamed again, leaping into the street, right into oncoming traffic, as Johnny landed right where she had once been. Devi didn't dare turn around to see if he was coming at her now; just kept running as the cars came screeching to a stop. She had expected them to actually hit her, as one almost did, but disregarded their politeness completely for the moment. She was about to die.
*~* Flashback*~*
She stared into his eyes, those gentle, childlike eyes, so full of innocence. He was alarmingly handsome, even looking so nervous. She decided that was another trait of what made her so attracted to him. He stood there in the doorway, smiling slightly, hands behind his back. He was trying not to make eye contact, and when he finally did, he tore the gaze, blushing violently, and allowing his smile to get even bigger.
"Hey Johnny," Devi smiled, opening the door wide enough for him to step inside. He didn't seem to get the hint, so she laughed inwardly and replied, "Come on in. Do you want something to drink before we go?"
Johnny blushed again, and softly answered, "No thanks. I'm fine. I had a brainfreezy before I came over." He ran a hand through his nicely combed hair, which was the first time she had ever seen his hair in such a manner. Normally, his hair was shooting up in every direction, untamed, but at the same time, so 'Johnny.' "And some 'skettios," he finished.
Devi's smile grew wider. Damn, he was just so cute. "Well," she said. I'm ready when you are." he looked at her, and smiled as well, cheeks still burning red.
"I'm ready."
*~*End*~*
"Please don't let him kill meeee!!!" Devi shrieked, hoping that someone.anyone around would help her, but they only stared, uncaring, shoving passed her. She knew her luck was wearing thin. She could only outrun him for so long, before either getting hit by a car, or stabbed to death. The shit was going to hit the fan. "PLEASE! Why won't you people listen to me?! He's a fucking psycho and he's going to kill me!!"
She turned again. He just wouldn't quit, would he? He would keep going until he had managed to actually kill her..There was no point in running anymore..*As if! Are you really that desperate to get torn apart by that madman?!*
Devi heard him screech once again, as the two neared another street. Heavy traffic flowed through it, committed to hit anyone who dared venture forth onto the asphalt. She held her breath, knowing that there were two options she could take; one involving a very good chance that she would be horribly killed, and the other, an unmistakable definite that she would die. She ran out into the street.
She knew Johnny would pursue. He was willing to get himself killed to kill another, apparently, and she believed that the fiery racing of the cars only added to his excitement.
"Deviiii! You ruined one moment for me! Don't kill another one!!!"
*~*Flashback*~*
They sat in the theater, practically the only ones there, but they didn't seem to notice. They would've been just as content had the movie theater been full and crowded. For once, Johnny ignored the way his boots stuck to the floor, the way he sunk into the thick remnants of soda and popcorn, and the way the ticket seller had started giggling in disapproval at his dark, individualistic attire.
And he did it all for Devi.
She looked so beautiful, so much like the angel he had always envisioned her to be those times at the bookstore. Her voice was so heavenly to him, her eyes struck him like a wondrous brick (the good kind that makes you feel overwhelmed with a sense of love and understanding, before you realize that you can't feel anything) with their beauty.she was everything he could've ever hoped for, and more.and best of all, she was with him.
She rested he head against his chest, feeling him tense, but quickly relax. She could hear his heart beat, rhythmically, hypnotically lulling her to sleep, but she stayed awake (the movie was far too good to miss). He was so calm, so reassuring; at that moment, it felt like nothing in the world mattered, like nothing could ever, ever hurt them. They were together, and that was all they would ever need.
Johnny rested his chin on top of her head, trying to relax as best he could.it was easier than it had ever been before. She made him feel...special. Feel loved; feel so at ease. He inhaled, taking in the scent of her perfume. He knew she didn't wear it much; she had told him so in the bookstore. It was such a wonderful smell; so wonderful in fact, that he swore to himself he would never forget it.
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He could smell it as he ran after her. That fragrance, trailing from her body in the calm night. Johnny kept breathing it in, the smell taking him back to that fateful night, before everything turned to shit, before he had succumbed to the dark words of that doughboy..he had made a mistake..why couldn't she see that he was sorry?
*You're racing after her into a busy street, wielding a giant fucking knife, you asshole* he shook his head, unable to grasp the situation that quick before skidding out into the middle of the road. She had almost made it across, just a few more steps, that was all. He, one the other hand.had a only three seconds before he would be torn apart by the semi racing towards him.
Johnny scrambled out of the way, feeling the wind from the semi shoot passed him as he just made it. Still, he was in the middle of traffic. He shot out in front of a car, leaping into the air as if trying to dodge a bullet, and actually succeeded. He wasn't going to get run over now, and Devi was only so far ahead.
He grinned, starting his merry little run again. She would be his..he shook his head for a second time. No, no, he didn't want her to get hurt. He didn't want to kill her. It was the doughboys talking to him again from some dank puddle in his mind, calling out to him. It had to be.it just had to..He tried to stop his legs from their current motion, but his body wouldn't let him.
*C'mon, Johnny. The running was always the best part.when they're so full of life.when they haven't given up...come on, Johnny. We'll make them give up.just you and me..and good ol' Mr. Knife.yessss...*
"YES!" he felt his lips move, but he himself could not comprehend their words, nor could he stop them. "YES!! I won't let myself be corrupted by such hideous beings!! People must die for their disgusting ways with those stupid things..that they do..yeah.! She is just another person!!" Johnny took another racing step and promptly fell over. He almost thought he heard a crack in his jaw, as he hit the pavement with a mind-numbing thunk, and immediately felt blood rush into his mouth, absorbing his tongue in its whimsical movement. He felt his vision became blurred; whether it was from the fall itself or his very own anger, he couldn't be sure. He only knew that Devi was getting away.for a second time.
He screeched, attempting to push himself up on his hands, but failed, only falling back down to the sidewalk on his gut. No, she was leaving. She was leaving..he couldn't even see her anymore. The dark thin figure in the distance had disappeared completely, as though eaten up by the darkness. Gone.
She was fucking gone.
"Oh God...shit.shit shit shit." Johnny curled his head into his shoulder, raising his arms just over himself; angry and beaten. He no longer had the knife, or the energy to find it. It was only then did he realize what he had been doing. "God.Am I really that sick..? I-I didn't want to do that.." He lay there like that a moment longer before rolling over on his back and letting his arms spread out. There was a pain in the back of his hand as he moved it quickly outward, and he flinched. Feeling a small warmth against his skin, he raised his arm, staring at the wound, as he tried to swallow the remaining blood.
He had found the knife.
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"Yeah, so then she's all like 'no way loser! You are so gross!' so I said ' hey babe. Don't judge the book by its insides.'" Jaeyzon leaned in towards his date, who leaned backwards, clearly repulsed. He smiled. "Soooo...how's about you and me...um, head back to...your place? My parents will kill me if I take a girl into my room."
The girl squealed in disgust, slapping him forcefully, so hard in fact that a thin line of blood trickled for the corner of his mouth. She glared menacingly, grabbing her coat and standing up. "Get away from me, you stupid little loser! You sicken me completely!"
Jaeyzon blinked, then leaned back in his seat, half-smiling. "Aw, c'mon, baby. Don't be like that..." He flashed her a toothy grin, and nodded, as if that would have her jumping into his arms at that moment. Instead, she turned, with a glorious snobbish grunt and walked out the door of the restaurant.
The remainder of the restaurant's customers stared for moment, then resumed eating again. This was not something abnormal. That kid was always in this restaurant, almost every night, two or three times at least, with two or three different dates. And he was always getting slapped.
"Man, that's the third one tonight.."Jaeyzon whined, slamming his head against the edge of the table, and groaning. "Maybe it's my cologne...it's always been a little too good for some people.." he turned to the man standing at the table's side and whined again, "What am I doing wrong?"
The man, otherwise known as one of the chefs, shot him an apologetic look, raising his eyebrows as he took the dishes from the table. "Maybe you just haven't met the right girl. And by the looks of it, there can't be many more left; you've dated just about every girl in the entire city. One's gotta be yours." He turned to retire back to the kitchen before adding, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "And by the way, that cologne is so last year."
Jaeyzon sighed again, grabbing his jacket. Time to go home and sleep..or play video games..which ever one peaked his interest upon entrance of his home. He sighed, leaving the money on the tabletop and sauntering out of the restaurant. He stood there at the corner's edge of the sidewalk, staring up at the stars, blood drying on his pale skin. "God," he finally replied, breaking his own silence. "If you would see it fit to send me a woman, any woman...as long as she was born a woman..please do so...now. Ame- "
"Help me!!!"
There was a crash, a rumble of two bodies colliding, and then a silence. Both parties could swear they were dead, that maybe whatever was coming up on them finally caught up. But one remembers the pain. Devi for one, could feel pain running throughout her head. She must have hit something hard. Something that was going to feed her to Johnny.
She began to claw at the thing that lay sprawled across her lap, pinning her to the ground, attempting to force it away so that she could run again. Then something caught her eye: a face. Jesus, that face. So familiar, so agonizingly disturbing. She gulped something down and muttered in a squeak, "Jaeyzon?"
Jaeyzon stared. What the hell.was going on? Who-? His thin lips spread into a quaint lopsided grin and inside his somewhat empty head, a thought crossed his mind: *Thank you God* He squealed in delight, spreading his arms out, and caught Devi D. in an enormous hug. "DEVI!!" he squealed in delight, pulling back slightly and pushing his face into hers.
Devi screamed. She felt his mouth, his lips..dear God, she felt his tongue..in her mouth! In her fucking mouth! She immediately grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away as best she could, but he proved to be strong for a 15-year-old punk with a head full of hot air. He latched on to her like a child, refusing to let go, and put his mouth on her a second time, this time, against her cheek.
"Devi! Devi, I'm so glad you're back! See, I knew God loved me! I mean, he sent me you! I asked him to send me a true love, or at least a woman anyway, and he did! And he sent me you, of all the people in the world!! I thought he'd send me some hooker!!" Jaeyzon squeaked in delight, wrapping his legs around hers to complete the hug. "I LOVE you!!"
"Jaeyzon, please!" Devi struggled to free herself. She pushed against him, but he wouldn't let go, too caught up in the wonderful moment. "Jaeyzon, I don't have time for this. I need to leave, right now! I'm serious, I can't stay here with you! I need to hide!!"
Jaeyzon shot her a hurt look, his mouth in a pout. He hugged her again, tighter this time and faintly relied, "But, but, God sent you! I asked him to send me the love of my life and he sent me you! We're meant for each other, Devi! Please don't leave me!!" He had begun to wail, and Devi sighed.
This was not the time to start feeling sentimental..she didn't have the time to be sympathetic.she groaned, and in one decided movement, shoved him away.
He fell against the ground, on his back, smacking his head on the sidewalk. Pain fell upon him and his head, and he barely had time to recover before Devi shrieked again and ran off into the darkness. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head. There she went..can't say it went any better than the last date he had had with her...but then, God sent her to him. He smiled, practically glowing, consumed by romance. "I'll see you later, Devi!!"
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The dreams..They were coming back to haunt him. He squirmed in his sleep, tears tracing along his cheeks, soaking his pillow, forcing him on the verge of pissing his pajamas.
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A/N: Blech.
Disclaimer: Why God?!? Why?! Why is it always Jhonen you pick to have such fucking creativity?! Why?! Damn you Jhonen! Damn you! (That's disgruntled artist talk meaning everything belongs to Jhonen for those of you who don't speak the language.)
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Chapter 4: Giving In
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He sat there, in the dark, thinking, crying, wondering, questioning, and slur of other things as well. He cried for what had happened, for how alone he felt, for his mortality; he cried for his parents, for his life, for himself, but mostly for Johnny. Johnny, who had gone so awry in a matter of seconds that he became so unrecognizable, even his very soul had been altered. And for what? It was something he could not answer.
It was something that hurt.
Squee sniffled, retreating underneath the covers with Shmee in his arms. He never felt truly alone, and so the embarrassment of such tears tore at him. He curled up into a tiny mass, wheezing, and finally, with his sentences broken from the crying, spoke.
"I did something bad, didn't I, Shmee?"
Shmee sighed. All the shit that boy had to deal, all the times that freak had saved him, well without knowing it, and he had done this. He had forced the blame down on this tiny child's shoulder, granted, he was not aware of such a thing, but that was not the point. The guilt that rested within Squee now was eating him from the inside, when clearly he was not the one at fault. Shmee felt a burning rage ignite within his teddy bear stuffing guts, and managed to contain his growl.
It had only happened two hours ago. The time was 2 am now, and there was no sign of any rest for the poor child. Damn that fucker. Damn him to fucking hell. Shmee had managed since the time he was received to do his best to keep the boy in check; to make sure he didn't turn out to be some kind of psycho; turn out like Johnny. He warned the boy to keep away, but his attempts were in vain. And now, Squee was far more traumatized in those few minutes, than he had ever been in his life. That dumb psychotic shit..
"No," the bear finally answered, doing his best to remain calm. "No, you didn't Todd. It was his fault. It was ALL his fault. I told you...I told you he was bad, just like your parents...but you couldn't listen. You couldn't." He trailed off as Squee's eyes filled with tears again, but decided that he had to keep going. The boy had to learn..Shmee wouldn't be there for him forever. People move on, children die, adults are born, and figments are forgotten. Better that he learn now how messed up trust could truly be, than later, when he was about to die.
"Todd," Shmee continued. "He's insane.he's always been insane, but somehow, has always gained an appropriate amount of control, to keep from doing something he'd totally regret." He thought a moment, his thoughts trailing back to Devi. He could hear her screaming, see her running, laughed at how she kicked that sick man's ass. "For the most part," he added, smiling. "He doesn't have that anymore. He can't control what he does. He'll kill you if he ever gets the chance, the way he killed, kills, and will kill, all those people.And." Now the hard part. He had made up his mind. If this was this was the only way Squee would learn, then that's how it would be. In his mind, there was no other alternative.
"Shmee.?"
"If you ever, EVER go near him again," Shmee swallowed as well as he could being a stuffed toy, and tried to sound stern without scaring Squee to the point of death. "I won't be here to help you anymore."
There was a silence, awkward in its own way. Squee wasn't and wouldn't say a word. His mind would flow with a million questions when Shmee was done, and still, the bear would not be able to answer them, as if he expected the boy to actually ask. It was a terrifying thought to be so confused. Shmee finished, his voice as unpleasant as a funeral, "Do you know what I'm saying? I'm going to leave you, and never come back. Then you will truly be alone."
Squee drew back at this, leaving Shmee untouched on the mattress. He felt a terrible pain in his stomach. This was his fault, and unless he wanted to lose his best friend, he wouldn't be able to make up for that. No..His parents were unhappy, Johnny was unhappy.it was his fault. It had always been his fault. Nothing would change that. He gulped something down..make them happy..make them all happy. he could only think of one way to do that.
"I know you're smarter than that, Todd. "Shmee's voice kept going, sounding along in the background of Squee's mind, as thoughts penetrated and desecrated his youthful soul. He stared at Shmee, horribly trying with all his might to comprehend the situation. "I know you won't speak to him again. I know you'll do everything in your power to avoid him. I know you want to be a normal little boy with loving parents and a nice home. I can't give you all of that, but I know that talking to Johnny isn't going to help things, especially when he wants to kill you. You understand what I'm saying, right? You won't make contact with him?"
He only nodded, contemplating what he would do, and rested his head on his pillow. Shmee would leave..but.they were so unhappy. He made them unhappy. It was something he desperately wanted to fix, because it was in fact, his fault that they felt that way; because of his pathetic existence. He pulled Shmee close to his body once again, feeling the warmth and trying to appreciate for all it was worth. There was no telling when they would say goodbye.
"Then later we can set his house on fire."
Hello nightmares.
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"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God, I'm gonna fucking die!!"
Heads turned as a strange woman raced around the corner of another crowded street, skidding as she turned and almost flying into an old lady getting ready to cross the street. Her heart raced as she pushed against the crowd, only a few blocks away form her original start. The Chinese restaurant. The sound of police sirens faded, something she imagined should've been comforting, like they would be able to catch the man that was after her, but they faded off in the distance, only just now getting to the scene of the crime. Besides..he was never caught. Not once. All those people, and not a sign of even coming close to getting caught.
Perhaps that added to her fear.
He was behind her, she could feel it. She could hear the screams behind her as his footsteps hit the pavement, as he stabbed those who were unfortunate to get in his way. She knew that if she turned around, there would be blood. Dear God, so much blood, and a shadow. The one that had haunted her for God knows how long.
He wouldn't stop. Wouldn't let go. He would continue to pursue her forever, or least until he caught up and slit her throat. Nice and easy. The picture of her cold lifeless body leaking of her blood, held in the arms of that..psycho sent a shudder up and down her spine and she almost hit another elderly person. What the hell were all these old people doing around here, in the worst of worst neighborhoods? No, focus on escaping, focus on escaping...
Devi felt something sharp hit her back, feeling a horrible warmth trail down her back. A shriek escaped her lips; she nearly faltered in her run, but forced her body to stay in motion. The pain was only a slight stinging; she imagined that he had only thrown the knife at her, resulting in a semi- deep cut, but she wouldn't be sure until she made it.
Made it where? Where was she going? Should she go home? Barricade the door, so he couldn't get in and mutilate her body? *Yeah, great idea Devi* she muttered inside her own mind, dodging a homeless person. *As if he couldn't find a way in. Dear God, its Johnny for Christ's sake! Can't get rid of him if I run home..I'll just be running forever!*
"Deviiiiii! It's me, Johnny!!" a voice came mockingly from behind her. "Stop running! This is for your own fucking good!" She gasped, taking a quick look over her shoulder, and feeling the burning of fear strike her body. He was there, as if he'd left, madness burning in his dark eyes, the sinister smile spread across his bloodstained cheeks. He held up the knife, the very same that he had thrown at her, (*must've picked it up along the way* Devi thought) and leapt into the air, screeching as though it were a war cry.
She screamed again, leaping into the street, right into oncoming traffic, as Johnny landed right where she had once been. Devi didn't dare turn around to see if he was coming at her now; just kept running as the cars came screeching to a stop. She had expected them to actually hit her, as one almost did, but disregarded their politeness completely for the moment. She was about to die.
*~* Flashback*~*
She stared into his eyes, those gentle, childlike eyes, so full of innocence. He was alarmingly handsome, even looking so nervous. She decided that was another trait of what made her so attracted to him. He stood there in the doorway, smiling slightly, hands behind his back. He was trying not to make eye contact, and when he finally did, he tore the gaze, blushing violently, and allowing his smile to get even bigger.
"Hey Johnny," Devi smiled, opening the door wide enough for him to step inside. He didn't seem to get the hint, so she laughed inwardly and replied, "Come on in. Do you want something to drink before we go?"
Johnny blushed again, and softly answered, "No thanks. I'm fine. I had a brainfreezy before I came over." He ran a hand through his nicely combed hair, which was the first time she had ever seen his hair in such a manner. Normally, his hair was shooting up in every direction, untamed, but at the same time, so 'Johnny.' "And some 'skettios," he finished.
Devi's smile grew wider. Damn, he was just so cute. "Well," she said. I'm ready when you are." he looked at her, and smiled as well, cheeks still burning red.
"I'm ready."
*~*End*~*
"Please don't let him kill meeee!!!" Devi shrieked, hoping that someone.anyone around would help her, but they only stared, uncaring, shoving passed her. She knew her luck was wearing thin. She could only outrun him for so long, before either getting hit by a car, or stabbed to death. The shit was going to hit the fan. "PLEASE! Why won't you people listen to me?! He's a fucking psycho and he's going to kill me!!"
She turned again. He just wouldn't quit, would he? He would keep going until he had managed to actually kill her..There was no point in running anymore..*As if! Are you really that desperate to get torn apart by that madman?!*
Devi heard him screech once again, as the two neared another street. Heavy traffic flowed through it, committed to hit anyone who dared venture forth onto the asphalt. She held her breath, knowing that there were two options she could take; one involving a very good chance that she would be horribly killed, and the other, an unmistakable definite that she would die. She ran out into the street.
She knew Johnny would pursue. He was willing to get himself killed to kill another, apparently, and she believed that the fiery racing of the cars only added to his excitement.
"Deviiii! You ruined one moment for me! Don't kill another one!!!"
*~*Flashback*~*
They sat in the theater, practically the only ones there, but they didn't seem to notice. They would've been just as content had the movie theater been full and crowded. For once, Johnny ignored the way his boots stuck to the floor, the way he sunk into the thick remnants of soda and popcorn, and the way the ticket seller had started giggling in disapproval at his dark, individualistic attire.
And he did it all for Devi.
She looked so beautiful, so much like the angel he had always envisioned her to be those times at the bookstore. Her voice was so heavenly to him, her eyes struck him like a wondrous brick (the good kind that makes you feel overwhelmed with a sense of love and understanding, before you realize that you can't feel anything) with their beauty.she was everything he could've ever hoped for, and more.and best of all, she was with him.
She rested he head against his chest, feeling him tense, but quickly relax. She could hear his heart beat, rhythmically, hypnotically lulling her to sleep, but she stayed awake (the movie was far too good to miss). He was so calm, so reassuring; at that moment, it felt like nothing in the world mattered, like nothing could ever, ever hurt them. They were together, and that was all they would ever need.
Johnny rested his chin on top of her head, trying to relax as best he could.it was easier than it had ever been before. She made him feel...special. Feel loved; feel so at ease. He inhaled, taking in the scent of her perfume. He knew she didn't wear it much; she had told him so in the bookstore. It was such a wonderful smell; so wonderful in fact, that he swore to himself he would never forget it.
*~*End*~*
He could smell it as he ran after her. That fragrance, trailing from her body in the calm night. Johnny kept breathing it in, the smell taking him back to that fateful night, before everything turned to shit, before he had succumbed to the dark words of that doughboy..he had made a mistake..why couldn't she see that he was sorry?
*You're racing after her into a busy street, wielding a giant fucking knife, you asshole* he shook his head, unable to grasp the situation that quick before skidding out into the middle of the road. She had almost made it across, just a few more steps, that was all. He, one the other hand.had a only three seconds before he would be torn apart by the semi racing towards him.
Johnny scrambled out of the way, feeling the wind from the semi shoot passed him as he just made it. Still, he was in the middle of traffic. He shot out in front of a car, leaping into the air as if trying to dodge a bullet, and actually succeeded. He wasn't going to get run over now, and Devi was only so far ahead.
He grinned, starting his merry little run again. She would be his..he shook his head for a second time. No, no, he didn't want her to get hurt. He didn't want to kill her. It was the doughboys talking to him again from some dank puddle in his mind, calling out to him. It had to be.it just had to..He tried to stop his legs from their current motion, but his body wouldn't let him.
*C'mon, Johnny. The running was always the best part.when they're so full of life.when they haven't given up...come on, Johnny. We'll make them give up.just you and me..and good ol' Mr. Knife.yessss...*
"YES!" he felt his lips move, but he himself could not comprehend their words, nor could he stop them. "YES!! I won't let myself be corrupted by such hideous beings!! People must die for their disgusting ways with those stupid things..that they do..yeah.! She is just another person!!" Johnny took another racing step and promptly fell over. He almost thought he heard a crack in his jaw, as he hit the pavement with a mind-numbing thunk, and immediately felt blood rush into his mouth, absorbing his tongue in its whimsical movement. He felt his vision became blurred; whether it was from the fall itself or his very own anger, he couldn't be sure. He only knew that Devi was getting away.for a second time.
He screeched, attempting to push himself up on his hands, but failed, only falling back down to the sidewalk on his gut. No, she was leaving. She was leaving..he couldn't even see her anymore. The dark thin figure in the distance had disappeared completely, as though eaten up by the darkness. Gone.
She was fucking gone.
"Oh God...shit.shit shit shit." Johnny curled his head into his shoulder, raising his arms just over himself; angry and beaten. He no longer had the knife, or the energy to find it. It was only then did he realize what he had been doing. "God.Am I really that sick..? I-I didn't want to do that.." He lay there like that a moment longer before rolling over on his back and letting his arms spread out. There was a pain in the back of his hand as he moved it quickly outward, and he flinched. Feeling a small warmth against his skin, he raised his arm, staring at the wound, as he tried to swallow the remaining blood.
He had found the knife.
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"Yeah, so then she's all like 'no way loser! You are so gross!' so I said ' hey babe. Don't judge the book by its insides.'" Jaeyzon leaned in towards his date, who leaned backwards, clearly repulsed. He smiled. "Soooo...how's about you and me...um, head back to...your place? My parents will kill me if I take a girl into my room."
The girl squealed in disgust, slapping him forcefully, so hard in fact that a thin line of blood trickled for the corner of his mouth. She glared menacingly, grabbing her coat and standing up. "Get away from me, you stupid little loser! You sicken me completely!"
Jaeyzon blinked, then leaned back in his seat, half-smiling. "Aw, c'mon, baby. Don't be like that..." He flashed her a toothy grin, and nodded, as if that would have her jumping into his arms at that moment. Instead, she turned, with a glorious snobbish grunt and walked out the door of the restaurant.
The remainder of the restaurant's customers stared for moment, then resumed eating again. This was not something abnormal. That kid was always in this restaurant, almost every night, two or three times at least, with two or three different dates. And he was always getting slapped.
"Man, that's the third one tonight.."Jaeyzon whined, slamming his head against the edge of the table, and groaning. "Maybe it's my cologne...it's always been a little too good for some people.." he turned to the man standing at the table's side and whined again, "What am I doing wrong?"
The man, otherwise known as one of the chefs, shot him an apologetic look, raising his eyebrows as he took the dishes from the table. "Maybe you just haven't met the right girl. And by the looks of it, there can't be many more left; you've dated just about every girl in the entire city. One's gotta be yours." He turned to retire back to the kitchen before adding, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "And by the way, that cologne is so last year."
Jaeyzon sighed again, grabbing his jacket. Time to go home and sleep..or play video games..which ever one peaked his interest upon entrance of his home. He sighed, leaving the money on the tabletop and sauntering out of the restaurant. He stood there at the corner's edge of the sidewalk, staring up at the stars, blood drying on his pale skin. "God," he finally replied, breaking his own silence. "If you would see it fit to send me a woman, any woman...as long as she was born a woman..please do so...now. Ame- "
"Help me!!!"
There was a crash, a rumble of two bodies colliding, and then a silence. Both parties could swear they were dead, that maybe whatever was coming up on them finally caught up. But one remembers the pain. Devi for one, could feel pain running throughout her head. She must have hit something hard. Something that was going to feed her to Johnny.
She began to claw at the thing that lay sprawled across her lap, pinning her to the ground, attempting to force it away so that she could run again. Then something caught her eye: a face. Jesus, that face. So familiar, so agonizingly disturbing. She gulped something down and muttered in a squeak, "Jaeyzon?"
Jaeyzon stared. What the hell.was going on? Who-? His thin lips spread into a quaint lopsided grin and inside his somewhat empty head, a thought crossed his mind: *Thank you God* He squealed in delight, spreading his arms out, and caught Devi D. in an enormous hug. "DEVI!!" he squealed in delight, pulling back slightly and pushing his face into hers.
Devi screamed. She felt his mouth, his lips..dear God, she felt his tongue..in her mouth! In her fucking mouth! She immediately grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away as best she could, but he proved to be strong for a 15-year-old punk with a head full of hot air. He latched on to her like a child, refusing to let go, and put his mouth on her a second time, this time, against her cheek.
"Devi! Devi, I'm so glad you're back! See, I knew God loved me! I mean, he sent me you! I asked him to send me a true love, or at least a woman anyway, and he did! And he sent me you, of all the people in the world!! I thought he'd send me some hooker!!" Jaeyzon squeaked in delight, wrapping his legs around hers to complete the hug. "I LOVE you!!"
"Jaeyzon, please!" Devi struggled to free herself. She pushed against him, but he wouldn't let go, too caught up in the wonderful moment. "Jaeyzon, I don't have time for this. I need to leave, right now! I'm serious, I can't stay here with you! I need to hide!!"
Jaeyzon shot her a hurt look, his mouth in a pout. He hugged her again, tighter this time and faintly relied, "But, but, God sent you! I asked him to send me the love of my life and he sent me you! We're meant for each other, Devi! Please don't leave me!!" He had begun to wail, and Devi sighed.
This was not the time to start feeling sentimental..she didn't have the time to be sympathetic.she groaned, and in one decided movement, shoved him away.
He fell against the ground, on his back, smacking his head on the sidewalk. Pain fell upon him and his head, and he barely had time to recover before Devi shrieked again and ran off into the darkness. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head. There she went..can't say it went any better than the last date he had had with her...but then, God sent her to him. He smiled, practically glowing, consumed by romance. "I'll see you later, Devi!!"
~~~
The dreams..They were coming back to haunt him. He squirmed in his sleep, tears tracing along his cheeks, soaking his pillow, forcing him on the verge of pissing his pajamas.
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A/N: Blech.