A/N: Hello again. Welcome to the hell that is me, and the torment that is
my fiction. I dedicate this chapter to all those that have enjoyed and
reviewed the tale of evil. May you all be blessed with many babies. Heh.
Dear God, I'm sorry this took so long to get up. That's it.
Here are the thankie people: IBIWD911, Cyanide-Rat, Jessy Antichrist, NnysGirl, Kitty-N3, Kitsune., Lito Kid Skullington, PoisonTears, bittersweet saturn, Deadaliveheavenhell, anonymoose. I give you my deepest respects.
Disclaimer: I only own Jaeyzon, the horribly disturbed annoying kid who will probably end up dying. Jhonen owns everything else..but not for long...:)
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Chapter 5: No Hero
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"Hm.. it's a rather lovely morning.. don't you agree?"
The other coughed and quickly replied, though the response was muffled by the gag covering his lips. He sat on the floor, turned in Johnny's direction, and awaiting whatever fate he had coming to him. Johnny himself, was lazily looking out the window, head propped up on his thin hands. He sighed, and looked back towards his latest capture. This one could prove to be useful.
"Forgive my manners." Johnny apologized, backing up against the wall nearby. He gestured to the blindfold over the young man's eyes. "You can't see. Yes, well, sorry. But it was necessary to keep you from realizing where you are exactly. It could've brought you into a state of panic, and I can't say that it's a welcome thought, so here we are." He stared thoughtfully for a moment, possible contemplating what he would do next. Instead of relying of the wonderful act of violence, he bent over and removed the gag from his mouth.
The boy, Jaeyzon as he was known to be called, gulped something down, very audibly and stammered, "Dude.. what do you want? I-I didn't do anything! I swear! Please, I'll do anything! Anything!!"
"Enough of that," Johnny warned, turning his back on the youth. "I hate it when people beg.. or threaten, or lie, or scream. What good comes of it? Do you honestly think that any of that dramatic shit will get you anywhere?" He chuckled, smiling cruelly. "How very wrong you are. In fact, you choking up that disgusting rot is all the reason I need to kill you."
Jaeyzon gulped again, jerking in silent, tearless fear sobs.
"But perhaps, I don't need to." replied the skinny man. "If you provide me with the information I want. And if you stop with the stupid ass attempts at escaping me while mindless whining.."
The boy nodded quickly, a nervous smile spreading across his face. " Yeah, sure. As long as you don't jam a knife down my throat, 'kay?"
Johnny smiled happily and pulled up a box for his seat. "Goody," he remarked, leaning in. "Good of you to comply. I always like it when people cooperate. There are so few who decide to choose wisely. I am happy to see you are one of them." By this time, his voice had become grave and dark, with a hint of sadistic humor mixed in.
"Firstly," the dark voice came again. "What do you know about Devi D.?"
"Devi?"
"Yes.. Devi." Johnny answered. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not stalking her or anything, There was an incident, quite embarrassing, and I tried to kill her... twice, actually. I would merely like to apologize for my uncontrollable actions." He leaned in towards the boy menacingly, though the youth could not see this. He only felt Johnny's cherry breath from the brainfreezy he had devoured earlier.
"And since you were gushing like an idiot over her on the curb where I found you," Johnny continued. "I assumed that you could shed some light on her situation, and maybe tell me where she is headed. I know she won't be heading home, as she knows that I am aware of where that is."
The boy shivered and slowly replied, choosing his wording wisely, "I.. I don't know. She just said that she had to go.. but I know she loves me. SHE LOVES ME!!"
Real wise.
"Hm... "Johnny sat still, deep in thought. His mind was a shamble of thoughts and images that drove his very soul in a panic; still, he did not show it. Did he really want to know where Devi was? Did she really matter? All this time, his search for cold was for nothing, but this was not her fault; oh no. It was Squee's. Once that little child was out of the picture, then the emotion would be gone. Devi was just a prelude to this, should he actually go through with it. Once Squee was dead, then so Johnny's emotions would be as well. In the end, none of this really mattered.
He stood up, turning his back to his victim, and sighed loudly. He rubbed the back of his neck, and with a voice full of annoyance and anger, he spoke, "Do you know how many people say that within a lifetime? Do you know how much it burns when you realize it was all a game? My boy, you are living a life full of useless emotions, disgusting, overwhelming, expendable. 'Love' you freakishly call it, is nothing. Live like you have no feeling, no conscience, no hunger. Then you will see the perfect being for what it truly is."
Jaeyzon quivered.
"I realize that what I did is wrong," He added after a moment of silence, gathering his thoughts into a giant cup to spill out to the misled youngster. "I tried to kill her..twice. But realize that you are wrong, for believing that people are ever worth loving," There was a sudden tear in his chest that jolted his insides the moment the words were uttered from his lips, but he shrugged it away, and continued his speech. "Take my advice, friend. Forget the feelings dwelling within your simple mind. It only brings you to pain..and trying to kill the girl you love.hm, no. Never mind. That was just me being horribly insane. I hate mixed signals, especially when they're from your own mind."
He stared at Jaeyzon for a moment, neither of them speaking, and quickly replied, "Is any of this making sense to you?"
Jaeyzon shrugged. "I don't know. I kinda stopped paying attention. Sorry. Um, anyway, do you think you could take off this blindfold? My eyes are starting to hurt, and it's always nice to have a face with a voice. That, and I wanna know which way to run if you don't k-kill me."
Johnny thought, pausing to run a hand through his dark hair. "Hm, I'm not at all sure you'd really want to see. After all, appearances are the cause of most simplistic freak outs. I'm not at all sure I'm finished with you yet."
"Aw, man... fine, what else, guy? I jus wanna get outta here!"
Johnny forced a smile, suddenly eyeing a fork nearby. It was lying on the floor, crusty with what looked like old spaghetti sauce, probably from a long ago spaghettios meal. He licked his lips, feeling that lost sense of killing lust rush back into his brain. Devi was going to be the last person to ever get away from him, and in any case, he'd find her eventually, on his own. This kid wasn't going to be any help finding her. He was better off dead anyhow.
"Well, you see," Johnny started, reaching for the fork slowly. Anticipation was key, and fuck, was he anticipating thrusting the piece of silverware straight into Jaeyzon's throat. "I feel its my civic duty to free you of all mental pain. You're annoying, you're whiny, and you're in love. I told you earlier that if you provided me with what I wanted to know that I would have no reason to kill you, right?"
Jaeyzon nodded unsure of himself.
"Well, all those above reasons are the signature on your death sentence." Johnny squealed merrily, bloodlust on his mind, red in his eyes. He held up the fork and grabbed the front of the teens shirt, an evil chuckle escaping his throat.
"Jaeyzon screamed. "Oh holy shit!! Please, dear God! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!!"
"Yes, well, everybody has to something they don't want to do. Usually they have a choice as to whether they can back out or not. Unfortunately, you don't have that choice. At all."
The fork ripped into Jaeyzon's neck, tearing his flesh apart. A dark red drenched the ground and Johnny's fists as he shoved the object deep into the boy's neck, watching with obvious insane pleasure at the choking and gurgling and struggling. The body continued to jolt in spasms and horrid gurgles brought Johnny hurtling back towards his old life.
Young Jaeyzon was gone. And Johnny couldn't have been happier.
He dropped the body, watching the last few postmortem twitches and felt a wave of laughter overcome himself. "One down, two to go," he agreed. "I'm rather looking forward to seeing Devi again. One last time."
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"Shmee.. I'm cold. Its dark here and I can't move.. Shmee? Shmee?"
"Squee! Squee, come here! You need to try this. Its your turn." A voice came from the darkness, just behind young Squee and he turned around. Now there was light and there before him stood the ever-scary Johnny C., grinning maliciously and holding up one of those famous knives.
His smile sent shudders up the young boy's mind and he felt around for his bear, only to find nothing.
"C'mon Squee," Johnny replied again, excitement quivering in his voice. "Here." he held out the knife. "Take it. You deserve it." He motioned towards the two screaming figures just behind him and laughed. "They're waiting for you, Squee. He both of them. They knew it would eventually come to this. Take the chance. Show them they were wrong. You're alive for a purpose. You have meaning. Don't let their thoughts destroy. Use the thoughts to destroy them."
Squee blinked, flinching when Johnny forced the knife into his hands. He stared at the bright blade, gleaming in his eyes, stained with blood, old and new. Cautiously, he took a step towards the two people, an odd feeling shivering up and down his spine. This feeling.. could it be.. excitement? Like what Johnny felt every time he made a kill, or torment. Or maybe it was fear. Fear of who those two people were. could it be.?
Yes, they were his parents. Staring at his with torment in their eyes, blood gracefully flowing from every wound on their bodies, their screams and pleas to him felt like a dagger in his heart with every bloody noise.
These people..his mother who paid him no mind in any way possible, who didn't even remember who he was at certain points, to consumed by drugs and alcohol to bother. She had no jaw now. One arm was missing and the other was brutally mutilated.
And his dear father, who every day told him time and time again what a mistake he was, had been since the day of his unwanted birth. The man that didn't give a damn about him at all, tried to give his soul to Satan and his antichrist son. Now, dear old daddy was missing half his scalp, and both legs. His stomach had been torn open and the guts had wormed themselves loose and spilled to the ground with a sickening splat.
They were both so evil, so miserable. He felt a tear fall loose from his eye, and dropped the knife. Could he..? Should he actually.? He didn't have time to consider it long, as Johnny rushed passed him, picking up the knife as he went, and tore into his mother and father.
He wave the knife around maniacally driving into Squee's dad's skull and jolting it around like a madman. The skinny man screamed and laughed, grabbing the unfortunate mother before she could manage to get too far and wedged the blade into her back, revealing in her obvious pain. He suddenly looked at Squee, grinning and wheezing from lack of breath. "Come on, Squee, they won't live for much longer. Hurry up or you won't have your chance."
Squee took a step back, fear gripping his chest. He couldn't breath, couldn't move, couldn't take his eyes off the monstrosity that had come into his sight. He merely stared, sweat dripping radically from his face like a water fountain. He realized that the subject of his fear was racing towards him.
Then he screamed.
Johnny raised an eyebrow, instantly dropping the soon-to-be-dead women in a puddle of her own fear and blood. "Squee? Squee, what's wrong?" He turned his head in an attempt to find what was so horrifying that it would drive the child to scream (though not considering that maybe it was his own horrible act of murder, but let's not be picky), and gasped.
It was something..something dark and large; a shadow that held some unspeakable terror. It came rushing towards them with a hellish speed, and it appeared to be lunging straight at young Squee.
He screamed again, prepared to be devoured by the monster whatever kind of creature it was. Johnny growled, turning fully to face the thing, knife drawn and ready, and quickly leapt in front of the boy. The creature snarled out of what looked like a mouth, opening a glazed eye, and snapped down upon Johnny C, It wrapped a clouded appendage around him; Squee guessed it was the equivalent of an arm, watching as it pulled his neighbor away, back , back, and back.
He stared into the monster's one open eyes, cowering back as he found something he recognized deep within its pupil. Something so familiar and terrifying, leading him back to one person. He only knew of one person who held that same familiarity and that man was now being taken to some farthest reach of God knows where.
Almost by complete accident, he raced after it, screaming and shouting, unsure of what he would be capable of doing should it turn around. .
He stopped short when both disappeared into the darkness. Even his parents (or their corpses) were gone as well. He stood there wondering what to do, suddenly realizing the scary truth of all nightmares, as he had done each and every night in each and every dream.
Squee was alone.
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"Todd. Todd, wake up."
Squee eased a tear filled eye open, finding the face of his bear above him. He let out one welcome yawn, and sat straight up, looking around his sun- lighted room for a monster of some sort, or the bodies of his parents, or even Johnny himself. Finding nothing more than a few toys and Shmee, he ran a small, shaking hand up the side of his face, feeling nothing but wetness.
"That's your sweat, Todd." Shmee stated, sitting down on the mattress. "It's all over the place. At first I thought you had just pissed yourself, but I fail to see how you could've pissed this much and managed to get some on your face as well. You really dug yourself into one hell of a nightmare."
"I don't wanna sleep anymore, Shmee." Squee replied, curling into a little ball. "There's too many nightmares, and last night I dreamed that mommy and daddy got killed by Johnny."
Shmee looked at the child strangely. "Since when do you ever call him 'Johnny', Squee? I didn't know you switched on to a first name basis with that wacko. Lemme guess. Its that nightmare, isn't it? The one where That sicko gets sucked up by that shadow again?"
Squee only nodded, covering his head with the covers.
Shmee growled, suddenly ripping the covers away and tossing the blanket to the floor. "You're still thinking of doing it, aren't you?" He glared. "even after that talk we had last night. Don't you get it? Giving up isn't the answer, Squee. You're only choice is to ignore them all, or kill them all." He pulled away and began to pace around the bed. "Do you think 'Johnny's ' going to just stop being sick after he kills you? No, he's not. He's still going to kill people and at what meaningless expense? Your life? Good call, Squee. Good call."
"I- I just want them to be happy." Squee answered slowly. "I don't want them to be sad just because I'm around. Especially since he's the only one who ever acted like he cared."
"But he doesn't care!" Shmee squealed angrily. "He doesn't care about anyone but himself. You heard about what he did to that poor girl he came home with. They looked like they were having a good time, right? And then what? He tries to kill her and she runs out screaming." He smiled cruelly. "did he looked like he cared for her, Squee."
No answer.
Shmee sighed. "Try and understand that this is for your own good. Knowing that these people are horrible is a good thing, okay?"
Nod.
"Good, now get ready for that school thing you have and don't forget the matches. Nothing says I love school like burning it down."
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Johnny C. sat upon the couch in his living room, half expecting another spring to pop out beneath his weight, however skinny he was. He let a muffled groan, arching his back enough to hear it snap and relieve him of a pain that had become quite annoying within the past few hours. Ever since he'd killed that kid, he found that his body was constantly aching. Probably from lack of rest. After all, he had been out and about all night long, getting only a couple hours rest from coming home from his holiday. Then getting beaten up by a damned stuffed bear, shoved down a flight of stairs, making attempts on loved ones' lives, killing a few innocent people, and running after the women of your dreams just to kill her only to fall and cut yourself on your own knife.
Ah, life was shitty.
He slumped in his seat. Dilemmas. Dilemmas. Devi would not be so easy to find. She could be anywhere, after that cute little stunt he pulled, what with pulling a knife on her, for a second time. If she could only see what his true intentions were. All he wanted to do was apologize.
Johnny blinked. Intention? He tried to kill her again. Yeah, some great intention. Maybe finding her wasn't such a good idea. He couldn't be sure of who would be present: himself or that completely cold Johnny, the one who would dare hurt Squee.. and Devi, of course. He swallowed. What the fuck was he supposed to do?
"If only Nailbunny were still around," he growled to himself. "At least he was of some help. He knew what to say, he knew what I was feeling." He stopped suddenly, eyes wide, standing frozen in place. A shudder fluttered through his body. Did he just...?
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh!!!" He threw himself on his knees, grabbing his head as if in pain, with both frail hands. "I still feel!!! After al this time, even the slightest bit of unwanted feeling will not cease to exist!! I fucking failed!!" He fell to the floor, staring up at the ceiling, panting like a sick dog. "I just wanted to be cold. Just a little cold at least, but all those fucking feelings won't leave me. Why can't they just go away? Why won't everything just leave me the fuck alone..?"
"Oh, but they can Johnny." a voice replied soothingly, gracing his mind and soul.
Johnny sat straight up, and glanced around the room. "Wha-?" he opened his mouth, eyes darting around to find the object that spoke to him so calmly. "Who's there? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Its me, Johnny." Meat giggled. "You remember, Reverend Meat. I believe you referred to me as the Prick yesterday, when you first arrived. That's not very nice, you know?"
Johnny growled and stood up. He answered indignantly, "And here I was thought it was something of use. What makes you think you know anything about the situation? You're no Nailbunny."
Meat giggled again, psychotically in a way, forcing Johnny to grit his teeth in frustration. "Come now, Nny. You must know by now that I'm just another part of your already collapsing mind. What you know I know, though that's not strictly vice-versa. You seem a tad more dense ever since you returned, if that's possible. I don't know how many times the actual 'situation' has been explained to you, and even buy yourself. Still, you don't get it.. or maybe you just don't want to."
"No," Johnny answered. "I get it. I kill Squee, and then everything is fine. I'm cold and the world is a better place, right?" His voice was sarcastic but it did hold at least some truth and he knew it. "I will never kill Squee and I think I've made that pretty fucking clear to you fucking voices. But I've decide that if I'm going to be cold, I will be the one to flush it all away, not some long lost version of me-to-come! Or do you not understand that, Meat?!"
"Come now, Johnny." soothed the still grinning Meat. "You know truly that all you need is for the victim to come to you. You'll never get it done if you're out on the lookout for him. It'll never happen. And I think that your time will come soon, friend."
Johnny glared. "You are no friend of mine. I need no friend."
"Regardless."
Johnny turned towards the door. Someone was knocking. Someone was actually knocking. Some complete fucking idiot was actually wanting to venture up to his decayed shack. He grinned. "This is what I need, Meat. Something to feed my aggression. Some poor ignorant... human, naturally corrupted by the world around him, to save from the frustrations of living. Not some innocent little boy who has not yet begun to live. This is what neither you nor that freak who dare call himself the future Johnny C. could give me."
Johnny laughed and eased the door slightly open, quivering with excitement, yet unwilling to show it. "Yes, may I help you?" He kept his voice dark and low as he often did when someone journeyed to his quaint little home.
His face dropped, the excitement withered away, he had the sudden urge to shut and lock the door and never leave. "S-Squee..? What are you doing over here..?"
Squee forced a smile, however small, and stared at his shoe. "I came by to say hello, Mr. Johnny. I-I was on my way to school and I thought that I should just come by and-and -and.. hello." He was extremely pale and goosebumps littered his small, skinny arms.
Johnny smiled nervously and opened the door just a tiny bit more so that the child could see that there was no available weapon for Johnny to stab him with. Maybe that's why he was so frightened. Still, the boy remained pale and the goosebumps refused to leave. "That's nice, Squee.. hello.. I would invite you in, but I don't think that it's the best time, what with my trying to kill you. I mean, my mind isn't what or where it should be and I don't want to end up hurting."
The smile left Squee's face. "But that's why I'm here." He dropped his backpack ad swallowed, stepping forward. "I-I don't want you to hate stuff just because I'm around. My parents are miserable because of me, and so are you. I can tell. Yesterday in the basement, you had that look on your face like my dad has every time he sees me." His voice seemed choked with invisible sobs, a tear streamed down from his eye. "But you were the first person to ever treat me real nice. I don't.. I don't want you to be miserable."
Johnny bit his lip. *Tell me he's not doing what I think he's doing.*
"So go ahead. If you wanna slice me up into tiny pieces and hid me in your basement, I don't mind.." His eyes said otherwise. "I don't want you to hate me no more."
*Hate him. he thinks I hate. him of all people..* Johnny closed his eyes tight. This wasn't happening..this was NOT happening. He couldn't be telling Johnny to kill him. This small boy weighing no more than a cheeseburger. Oh God.. Oh God.. Oh shit. Oh fucking shit.
Johnny glanced at a knife (his house is little with the damn things. Cute huh?), twitching. He turned his attention back to Squee, then once again to the knife.. *Fuck, what would Jesus do..? Set him on fire and send him to hell? (for those of you who don't get that, it was on Comedy Central during Comedy Central Presents, you know, with the stand ups? Don't remember who said it though. It was muy funny.) shit no...*
His thin fingers wrapped carefully around the handle, and he brought it to his side. His eyes stared at the small cowering figure on his doorstep and he couldn't help but grip the knife tighter.
"Squee.."
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A/N: Oh no, which Johnny is it? This chapter was hard but fun to write. :D
Here are the thankie people: IBIWD911, Cyanide-Rat, Jessy Antichrist, NnysGirl, Kitty-N3, Kitsune., Lito Kid Skullington, PoisonTears, bittersweet saturn, Deadaliveheavenhell, anonymoose. I give you my deepest respects.
Disclaimer: I only own Jaeyzon, the horribly disturbed annoying kid who will probably end up dying. Jhonen owns everything else..but not for long...:)
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Chapter 5: No Hero
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"Hm.. it's a rather lovely morning.. don't you agree?"
The other coughed and quickly replied, though the response was muffled by the gag covering his lips. He sat on the floor, turned in Johnny's direction, and awaiting whatever fate he had coming to him. Johnny himself, was lazily looking out the window, head propped up on his thin hands. He sighed, and looked back towards his latest capture. This one could prove to be useful.
"Forgive my manners." Johnny apologized, backing up against the wall nearby. He gestured to the blindfold over the young man's eyes. "You can't see. Yes, well, sorry. But it was necessary to keep you from realizing where you are exactly. It could've brought you into a state of panic, and I can't say that it's a welcome thought, so here we are." He stared thoughtfully for a moment, possible contemplating what he would do next. Instead of relying of the wonderful act of violence, he bent over and removed the gag from his mouth.
The boy, Jaeyzon as he was known to be called, gulped something down, very audibly and stammered, "Dude.. what do you want? I-I didn't do anything! I swear! Please, I'll do anything! Anything!!"
"Enough of that," Johnny warned, turning his back on the youth. "I hate it when people beg.. or threaten, or lie, or scream. What good comes of it? Do you honestly think that any of that dramatic shit will get you anywhere?" He chuckled, smiling cruelly. "How very wrong you are. In fact, you choking up that disgusting rot is all the reason I need to kill you."
Jaeyzon gulped again, jerking in silent, tearless fear sobs.
"But perhaps, I don't need to." replied the skinny man. "If you provide me with the information I want. And if you stop with the stupid ass attempts at escaping me while mindless whining.."
The boy nodded quickly, a nervous smile spreading across his face. " Yeah, sure. As long as you don't jam a knife down my throat, 'kay?"
Johnny smiled happily and pulled up a box for his seat. "Goody," he remarked, leaning in. "Good of you to comply. I always like it when people cooperate. There are so few who decide to choose wisely. I am happy to see you are one of them." By this time, his voice had become grave and dark, with a hint of sadistic humor mixed in.
"Firstly," the dark voice came again. "What do you know about Devi D.?"
"Devi?"
"Yes.. Devi." Johnny answered. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not stalking her or anything, There was an incident, quite embarrassing, and I tried to kill her... twice, actually. I would merely like to apologize for my uncontrollable actions." He leaned in towards the boy menacingly, though the youth could not see this. He only felt Johnny's cherry breath from the brainfreezy he had devoured earlier.
"And since you were gushing like an idiot over her on the curb where I found you," Johnny continued. "I assumed that you could shed some light on her situation, and maybe tell me where she is headed. I know she won't be heading home, as she knows that I am aware of where that is."
The boy shivered and slowly replied, choosing his wording wisely, "I.. I don't know. She just said that she had to go.. but I know she loves me. SHE LOVES ME!!"
Real wise.
"Hm... "Johnny sat still, deep in thought. His mind was a shamble of thoughts and images that drove his very soul in a panic; still, he did not show it. Did he really want to know where Devi was? Did she really matter? All this time, his search for cold was for nothing, but this was not her fault; oh no. It was Squee's. Once that little child was out of the picture, then the emotion would be gone. Devi was just a prelude to this, should he actually go through with it. Once Squee was dead, then so Johnny's emotions would be as well. In the end, none of this really mattered.
He stood up, turning his back to his victim, and sighed loudly. He rubbed the back of his neck, and with a voice full of annoyance and anger, he spoke, "Do you know how many people say that within a lifetime? Do you know how much it burns when you realize it was all a game? My boy, you are living a life full of useless emotions, disgusting, overwhelming, expendable. 'Love' you freakishly call it, is nothing. Live like you have no feeling, no conscience, no hunger. Then you will see the perfect being for what it truly is."
Jaeyzon quivered.
"I realize that what I did is wrong," He added after a moment of silence, gathering his thoughts into a giant cup to spill out to the misled youngster. "I tried to kill her..twice. But realize that you are wrong, for believing that people are ever worth loving," There was a sudden tear in his chest that jolted his insides the moment the words were uttered from his lips, but he shrugged it away, and continued his speech. "Take my advice, friend. Forget the feelings dwelling within your simple mind. It only brings you to pain..and trying to kill the girl you love.hm, no. Never mind. That was just me being horribly insane. I hate mixed signals, especially when they're from your own mind."
He stared at Jaeyzon for a moment, neither of them speaking, and quickly replied, "Is any of this making sense to you?"
Jaeyzon shrugged. "I don't know. I kinda stopped paying attention. Sorry. Um, anyway, do you think you could take off this blindfold? My eyes are starting to hurt, and it's always nice to have a face with a voice. That, and I wanna know which way to run if you don't k-kill me."
Johnny thought, pausing to run a hand through his dark hair. "Hm, I'm not at all sure you'd really want to see. After all, appearances are the cause of most simplistic freak outs. I'm not at all sure I'm finished with you yet."
"Aw, man... fine, what else, guy? I jus wanna get outta here!"
Johnny forced a smile, suddenly eyeing a fork nearby. It was lying on the floor, crusty with what looked like old spaghetti sauce, probably from a long ago spaghettios meal. He licked his lips, feeling that lost sense of killing lust rush back into his brain. Devi was going to be the last person to ever get away from him, and in any case, he'd find her eventually, on his own. This kid wasn't going to be any help finding her. He was better off dead anyhow.
"Well, you see," Johnny started, reaching for the fork slowly. Anticipation was key, and fuck, was he anticipating thrusting the piece of silverware straight into Jaeyzon's throat. "I feel its my civic duty to free you of all mental pain. You're annoying, you're whiny, and you're in love. I told you earlier that if you provided me with what I wanted to know that I would have no reason to kill you, right?"
Jaeyzon nodded unsure of himself.
"Well, all those above reasons are the signature on your death sentence." Johnny squealed merrily, bloodlust on his mind, red in his eyes. He held up the fork and grabbed the front of the teens shirt, an evil chuckle escaping his throat.
"Jaeyzon screamed. "Oh holy shit!! Please, dear God! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!!"
"Yes, well, everybody has to something they don't want to do. Usually they have a choice as to whether they can back out or not. Unfortunately, you don't have that choice. At all."
The fork ripped into Jaeyzon's neck, tearing his flesh apart. A dark red drenched the ground and Johnny's fists as he shoved the object deep into the boy's neck, watching with obvious insane pleasure at the choking and gurgling and struggling. The body continued to jolt in spasms and horrid gurgles brought Johnny hurtling back towards his old life.
Young Jaeyzon was gone. And Johnny couldn't have been happier.
He dropped the body, watching the last few postmortem twitches and felt a wave of laughter overcome himself. "One down, two to go," he agreed. "I'm rather looking forward to seeing Devi again. One last time."
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"Shmee.. I'm cold. Its dark here and I can't move.. Shmee? Shmee?"
"Squee! Squee, come here! You need to try this. Its your turn." A voice came from the darkness, just behind young Squee and he turned around. Now there was light and there before him stood the ever-scary Johnny C., grinning maliciously and holding up one of those famous knives.
His smile sent shudders up the young boy's mind and he felt around for his bear, only to find nothing.
"C'mon Squee," Johnny replied again, excitement quivering in his voice. "Here." he held out the knife. "Take it. You deserve it." He motioned towards the two screaming figures just behind him and laughed. "They're waiting for you, Squee. He both of them. They knew it would eventually come to this. Take the chance. Show them they were wrong. You're alive for a purpose. You have meaning. Don't let their thoughts destroy. Use the thoughts to destroy them."
Squee blinked, flinching when Johnny forced the knife into his hands. He stared at the bright blade, gleaming in his eyes, stained with blood, old and new. Cautiously, he took a step towards the two people, an odd feeling shivering up and down his spine. This feeling.. could it be.. excitement? Like what Johnny felt every time he made a kill, or torment. Or maybe it was fear. Fear of who those two people were. could it be.?
Yes, they were his parents. Staring at his with torment in their eyes, blood gracefully flowing from every wound on their bodies, their screams and pleas to him felt like a dagger in his heart with every bloody noise.
These people..his mother who paid him no mind in any way possible, who didn't even remember who he was at certain points, to consumed by drugs and alcohol to bother. She had no jaw now. One arm was missing and the other was brutally mutilated.
And his dear father, who every day told him time and time again what a mistake he was, had been since the day of his unwanted birth. The man that didn't give a damn about him at all, tried to give his soul to Satan and his antichrist son. Now, dear old daddy was missing half his scalp, and both legs. His stomach had been torn open and the guts had wormed themselves loose and spilled to the ground with a sickening splat.
They were both so evil, so miserable. He felt a tear fall loose from his eye, and dropped the knife. Could he..? Should he actually.? He didn't have time to consider it long, as Johnny rushed passed him, picking up the knife as he went, and tore into his mother and father.
He wave the knife around maniacally driving into Squee's dad's skull and jolting it around like a madman. The skinny man screamed and laughed, grabbing the unfortunate mother before she could manage to get too far and wedged the blade into her back, revealing in her obvious pain. He suddenly looked at Squee, grinning and wheezing from lack of breath. "Come on, Squee, they won't live for much longer. Hurry up or you won't have your chance."
Squee took a step back, fear gripping his chest. He couldn't breath, couldn't move, couldn't take his eyes off the monstrosity that had come into his sight. He merely stared, sweat dripping radically from his face like a water fountain. He realized that the subject of his fear was racing towards him.
Then he screamed.
Johnny raised an eyebrow, instantly dropping the soon-to-be-dead women in a puddle of her own fear and blood. "Squee? Squee, what's wrong?" He turned his head in an attempt to find what was so horrifying that it would drive the child to scream (though not considering that maybe it was his own horrible act of murder, but let's not be picky), and gasped.
It was something..something dark and large; a shadow that held some unspeakable terror. It came rushing towards them with a hellish speed, and it appeared to be lunging straight at young Squee.
He screamed again, prepared to be devoured by the monster whatever kind of creature it was. Johnny growled, turning fully to face the thing, knife drawn and ready, and quickly leapt in front of the boy. The creature snarled out of what looked like a mouth, opening a glazed eye, and snapped down upon Johnny C, It wrapped a clouded appendage around him; Squee guessed it was the equivalent of an arm, watching as it pulled his neighbor away, back , back, and back.
He stared into the monster's one open eyes, cowering back as he found something he recognized deep within its pupil. Something so familiar and terrifying, leading him back to one person. He only knew of one person who held that same familiarity and that man was now being taken to some farthest reach of God knows where.
Almost by complete accident, he raced after it, screaming and shouting, unsure of what he would be capable of doing should it turn around. .
He stopped short when both disappeared into the darkness. Even his parents (or their corpses) were gone as well. He stood there wondering what to do, suddenly realizing the scary truth of all nightmares, as he had done each and every night in each and every dream.
Squee was alone.
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"Todd. Todd, wake up."
Squee eased a tear filled eye open, finding the face of his bear above him. He let out one welcome yawn, and sat straight up, looking around his sun- lighted room for a monster of some sort, or the bodies of his parents, or even Johnny himself. Finding nothing more than a few toys and Shmee, he ran a small, shaking hand up the side of his face, feeling nothing but wetness.
"That's your sweat, Todd." Shmee stated, sitting down on the mattress. "It's all over the place. At first I thought you had just pissed yourself, but I fail to see how you could've pissed this much and managed to get some on your face as well. You really dug yourself into one hell of a nightmare."
"I don't wanna sleep anymore, Shmee." Squee replied, curling into a little ball. "There's too many nightmares, and last night I dreamed that mommy and daddy got killed by Johnny."
Shmee looked at the child strangely. "Since when do you ever call him 'Johnny', Squee? I didn't know you switched on to a first name basis with that wacko. Lemme guess. Its that nightmare, isn't it? The one where That sicko gets sucked up by that shadow again?"
Squee only nodded, covering his head with the covers.
Shmee growled, suddenly ripping the covers away and tossing the blanket to the floor. "You're still thinking of doing it, aren't you?" He glared. "even after that talk we had last night. Don't you get it? Giving up isn't the answer, Squee. You're only choice is to ignore them all, or kill them all." He pulled away and began to pace around the bed. "Do you think 'Johnny's ' going to just stop being sick after he kills you? No, he's not. He's still going to kill people and at what meaningless expense? Your life? Good call, Squee. Good call."
"I- I just want them to be happy." Squee answered slowly. "I don't want them to be sad just because I'm around. Especially since he's the only one who ever acted like he cared."
"But he doesn't care!" Shmee squealed angrily. "He doesn't care about anyone but himself. You heard about what he did to that poor girl he came home with. They looked like they were having a good time, right? And then what? He tries to kill her and she runs out screaming." He smiled cruelly. "did he looked like he cared for her, Squee."
No answer.
Shmee sighed. "Try and understand that this is for your own good. Knowing that these people are horrible is a good thing, okay?"
Nod.
"Good, now get ready for that school thing you have and don't forget the matches. Nothing says I love school like burning it down."
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Johnny C. sat upon the couch in his living room, half expecting another spring to pop out beneath his weight, however skinny he was. He let a muffled groan, arching his back enough to hear it snap and relieve him of a pain that had become quite annoying within the past few hours. Ever since he'd killed that kid, he found that his body was constantly aching. Probably from lack of rest. After all, he had been out and about all night long, getting only a couple hours rest from coming home from his holiday. Then getting beaten up by a damned stuffed bear, shoved down a flight of stairs, making attempts on loved ones' lives, killing a few innocent people, and running after the women of your dreams just to kill her only to fall and cut yourself on your own knife.
Ah, life was shitty.
He slumped in his seat. Dilemmas. Dilemmas. Devi would not be so easy to find. She could be anywhere, after that cute little stunt he pulled, what with pulling a knife on her, for a second time. If she could only see what his true intentions were. All he wanted to do was apologize.
Johnny blinked. Intention? He tried to kill her again. Yeah, some great intention. Maybe finding her wasn't such a good idea. He couldn't be sure of who would be present: himself or that completely cold Johnny, the one who would dare hurt Squee.. and Devi, of course. He swallowed. What the fuck was he supposed to do?
"If only Nailbunny were still around," he growled to himself. "At least he was of some help. He knew what to say, he knew what I was feeling." He stopped suddenly, eyes wide, standing frozen in place. A shudder fluttered through his body. Did he just...?
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh!!!" He threw himself on his knees, grabbing his head as if in pain, with both frail hands. "I still feel!!! After al this time, even the slightest bit of unwanted feeling will not cease to exist!! I fucking failed!!" He fell to the floor, staring up at the ceiling, panting like a sick dog. "I just wanted to be cold. Just a little cold at least, but all those fucking feelings won't leave me. Why can't they just go away? Why won't everything just leave me the fuck alone..?"
"Oh, but they can Johnny." a voice replied soothingly, gracing his mind and soul.
Johnny sat straight up, and glanced around the room. "Wha-?" he opened his mouth, eyes darting around to find the object that spoke to him so calmly. "Who's there? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Its me, Johnny." Meat giggled. "You remember, Reverend Meat. I believe you referred to me as the Prick yesterday, when you first arrived. That's not very nice, you know?"
Johnny growled and stood up. He answered indignantly, "And here I was thought it was something of use. What makes you think you know anything about the situation? You're no Nailbunny."
Meat giggled again, psychotically in a way, forcing Johnny to grit his teeth in frustration. "Come now, Nny. You must know by now that I'm just another part of your already collapsing mind. What you know I know, though that's not strictly vice-versa. You seem a tad more dense ever since you returned, if that's possible. I don't know how many times the actual 'situation' has been explained to you, and even buy yourself. Still, you don't get it.. or maybe you just don't want to."
"No," Johnny answered. "I get it. I kill Squee, and then everything is fine. I'm cold and the world is a better place, right?" His voice was sarcastic but it did hold at least some truth and he knew it. "I will never kill Squee and I think I've made that pretty fucking clear to you fucking voices. But I've decide that if I'm going to be cold, I will be the one to flush it all away, not some long lost version of me-to-come! Or do you not understand that, Meat?!"
"Come now, Johnny." soothed the still grinning Meat. "You know truly that all you need is for the victim to come to you. You'll never get it done if you're out on the lookout for him. It'll never happen. And I think that your time will come soon, friend."
Johnny glared. "You are no friend of mine. I need no friend."
"Regardless."
Johnny turned towards the door. Someone was knocking. Someone was actually knocking. Some complete fucking idiot was actually wanting to venture up to his decayed shack. He grinned. "This is what I need, Meat. Something to feed my aggression. Some poor ignorant... human, naturally corrupted by the world around him, to save from the frustrations of living. Not some innocent little boy who has not yet begun to live. This is what neither you nor that freak who dare call himself the future Johnny C. could give me."
Johnny laughed and eased the door slightly open, quivering with excitement, yet unwilling to show it. "Yes, may I help you?" He kept his voice dark and low as he often did when someone journeyed to his quaint little home.
His face dropped, the excitement withered away, he had the sudden urge to shut and lock the door and never leave. "S-Squee..? What are you doing over here..?"
Squee forced a smile, however small, and stared at his shoe. "I came by to say hello, Mr. Johnny. I-I was on my way to school and I thought that I should just come by and-and -and.. hello." He was extremely pale and goosebumps littered his small, skinny arms.
Johnny smiled nervously and opened the door just a tiny bit more so that the child could see that there was no available weapon for Johnny to stab him with. Maybe that's why he was so frightened. Still, the boy remained pale and the goosebumps refused to leave. "That's nice, Squee.. hello.. I would invite you in, but I don't think that it's the best time, what with my trying to kill you. I mean, my mind isn't what or where it should be and I don't want to end up hurting."
The smile left Squee's face. "But that's why I'm here." He dropped his backpack ad swallowed, stepping forward. "I-I don't want you to hate stuff just because I'm around. My parents are miserable because of me, and so are you. I can tell. Yesterday in the basement, you had that look on your face like my dad has every time he sees me." His voice seemed choked with invisible sobs, a tear streamed down from his eye. "But you were the first person to ever treat me real nice. I don't.. I don't want you to be miserable."
Johnny bit his lip. *Tell me he's not doing what I think he's doing.*
"So go ahead. If you wanna slice me up into tiny pieces and hid me in your basement, I don't mind.." His eyes said otherwise. "I don't want you to hate me no more."
*Hate him. he thinks I hate. him of all people..* Johnny closed his eyes tight. This wasn't happening..this was NOT happening. He couldn't be telling Johnny to kill him. This small boy weighing no more than a cheeseburger. Oh God.. Oh God.. Oh shit. Oh fucking shit.
Johnny glanced at a knife (his house is little with the damn things. Cute huh?), twitching. He turned his attention back to Squee, then once again to the knife.. *Fuck, what would Jesus do..? Set him on fire and send him to hell? (for those of you who don't get that, it was on Comedy Central during Comedy Central Presents, you know, with the stand ups? Don't remember who said it though. It was muy funny.) shit no...*
His thin fingers wrapped carefully around the handle, and he brought it to his side. His eyes stared at the small cowering figure on his doorstep and he couldn't help but grip the knife tighter.
"Squee.."
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A/N: Oh no, which Johnny is it? This chapter was hard but fun to write. :D