"Welcome." Said the speaker. "Please have a seat… OR DIE"
"Okay!" I said cheerfully. We walked to a booth. There was another speaker on the table. Two menus flew out and fell off the table. I leaned over and picked them up. There was a lot of Mexican stuff. Mexican is weird cuz they put all sorts of weird stuff on all their food. They put peppers and onions on EVRYTHING.
"Order now… OR DIE"
I got a tortilla thing with lots of meat. Meat is good. A cool song was playing. 11 Miles an hour, by Was (Not Was). I hummed, and to my unending surprise, so did Johnny.
"You know this song"
"Yeah, this is my favorite"
"Mine too! I never knew anyone besides me who knew it"
"Me neither. That's weird"
"You know, I was thinking about how much we have in common, I bet we have the weirdest 'how we met' story in the history of human interactions"
"Okay…"
"No really, I mean"
I froze. The door opened, and Brett walked in. He was with some girl, and he was at least a little drunk. Exactly is I remembered him. I breathed deep, and clenched my eyes shut, but the same barrier opened, and the memories came flooding through. Johnny turned around to see what he had seen.
"Are you OK? Want me to…"
"No, no, let's just go, Ok? I want to go"
"Fine." Without even waiting for the food, I stood up and started walking toward the door. I was trying to be invisible. I was good at it. And he saw me anyway.
"Marissa! Hey, babe, how you been? I miss you"
"Shut up"
"Aww, Marissa's defensive. You know me better than that. Hard to get doesn't work for me"
"Leave her alone." Nny said, stepping between me and Brett.
"Who's gonna make me, you? Ha. I'll fight you. I need a good laugh"
"Leave him, Johnny. Let's just go"
"Yeah, you just go. Wuss. Wussy baby." His little group laughed. I tried not to freak out.
"Is that your new boyfreind, Missy"
"Don't call me that"
"He can't be her boyfreind." Said the girl. "He looks like a fag to me"
They laughed, and I ran out the door. Johnny followed me. I ran to the car, and jumped into the passenger's seat. I slammed the door. Johnny came around and got in the driver's side.
"How can you let him do that? I can still go back, you know"
"NO! Just… just leave him alone"
"YOU could have killed him. You don't even need his blood. You can just kill him cuz he's a bastard"
"I can't kill him. I just can't I went out with him a long time ago… before I was a waste lock. And I couldn't kill him then. And I ran away. I could do anything… but he just scared me. And he still does. Don't kill him Johnny. He's stronger than you"
"Ha. I've killed bigger guys than him"
"I know. Bigger, but not better"
"Look. He's coming out. Are you SURE? Last chance"
"No"
"Okay, fine." He started the car, and we drove off. Behind us, a red mustang pulled out, and started to follow us.
"Go a little faster." We speeded up. So did the mustang. I noticed he still had the white stripes on it.
"He's following us. Where can we go other than your house?" I asked.
"YOUR house." He said sarcasticly.
"Fine, whatever. I don't want him to know where I live"
"Okay, fine"
We practically flew to my old house. The white ashes blew in the breeze. They looked like a ghost in the darkness. The opening into the basement yawned like a black pit. I got out, and tried to go into the dark. I willed myself to vanish. It didn't work. Brett jumped out of his car, chasing after me.
"You know, Missy, if you dumped me for a fag, I'm going to be very upset"
"Leave her alone, you stupid bastard." He whirled around. Johnny stood in front of the open basement hole.
"You're gonna pay for that, twerp"
"Wanna bet?" Brett ran straight for Johnny. By the swerving, I would guess he had had a few more beers on the car. Johnny grinned, intending to move at the last second. And he did. But Brett swerved again, sending them both into the basement.
I ran over to the hole, but I couldn't se anything inside. I heard some scuffling.
"Uhh… FUCK"
"WHAT DID YOU DO, BRETT"
"I didn't do anything! He's just gone into spastics! Were you guys smoking something"
"NO! Shit… One second." I leapt down into the hole. I could see a little better because of the absence of car lights. Brett stood off in the corner, apparently unable to do anything. Johnny was in the middle of the room, jerking and twisting. A knife lay forgotten a few feet away. I tried to hold him down, I read somewhere that you should do that. It wasn't that hard. He's so small.
Suddenly, he stopped. His eyes were closed, but an awful smile came over his face. Slowly, I stood up and backed away. His eyes flew open, and they glowed bright red. "I'm baaaaaaaaack." "Johnny? Johnny cut it out. You're scaring me. Johnny"
"No, not Johnny. It's me, Marissa. Damon"
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO"
"You didn't think I was gone, did you? No, I'm still here. And now I have a body. Thank you for bringing it here, by the way"
"Are you SURE he wasn't smoking anything"
"SHUT-" Before I could finish, Damon picked up the knife and flung it at Brett. Brett slumped to the floor, the shiny blade emerging from his back. "Marissa, you really must learn to do something other than to say that. You must know by now it doesn't work." I stared at Brett. "Um, I liked Johnny. GET OUT OF HIM YOU PSYCHO BEAR!" "No, I'm not going to. I can't release the monster without him. There's too much blood on the floor. That idiot just made it wet AGAIN, so I have to wait longer"
"The monster WON'T escape! I won't let it! I'm going to keep the floor wet, and you can't stop me"
"Oh, but I can. I'm going to kill you, too. Then there will be no one to bring the blood"
"NO!" I pulled a knife from my boot. Damon laughed.
"Yes. Stab me. Your one love. Come on, right here." He raised Johnny's arms, the knife he held clattering to the floor.
"Auuuughh…. SHIT! You stupid FLOOR! This is YOUR fault!" I slammed the knife into the blood soaked floor. A beam of light came out, temporarily blinding me. "NO! NO! You BITCH"
The light spread, and seeing a possible solution, I stabbed again and again. The floor disintegrated as I watched, and I ran for the stairwell, Damon right behind me. I pulled myself out onto the cold ground, and watched that stupid floor disappear. I couldn't believe it was so simple. All those years of being a waste lock, and the answer was so close, so simple.
"NOOO! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO!!!! You've ruined it all! You BITCH"
Damon jumped at me, and I dodged him. Shoot, the violence just doesn't end tonite. I ran from Damon. I realized I had Elijah in my pocket, but he didn't seem to be talking. Suddenly, Damon stopped, and grinned horribly. His red eyes narrowed. "You know I can't die, don't you? I can't… but HE CAN"
"NO!" He's going to kill Johnny… and take his body. Shit, I feel like I'm on the X-files. 'He won't be dead until you say he is.' "Elijah"
'He wasn't real to begin with.' An idea occurred to me.
Shit.
I'm not a waste lock anymore. I can die.
I took the knife, and pulled it across my wrist. Red blood poured out. I smiled.
"Prepare to die, Damon, you FUCKER"
"NO! NO! "
"YES! I won't let you kill Johnny! You can die, because I MADE YOU! YOU'RE NOT REAL WITHOUT ME"
"FUCK! I WAS SO CLOSE"
"I KNOW!" I sunk to the ground. Dew from the grass soaked through my jeans. Not that I was in any position to care.
"Marissa? Marissa? What did you do? What happened, Marissa?" Johnny was back in his body. He knelt over me. I grinned weakly.
"I saved you… Damon… he was in you… and he was going to kill you… but I killed him! I killed HIM"
"You'll be OK. You're a waste lock You're gonna be OK"
"No… floor gone… I de- destroyed it. I'm going for r-real"
"HOW? How did you destroy it? I'm coming with you, Marissa"
"You st-stupid idiot. I'm dying to s-save you. I'm not gonna let you kill yourself"
"TELL ME"
"Goodbye…"
The world went black. I'm dead. For real. And the universe still exists.
"Okay!" I said cheerfully. We walked to a booth. There was another speaker on the table. Two menus flew out and fell off the table. I leaned over and picked them up. There was a lot of Mexican stuff. Mexican is weird cuz they put all sorts of weird stuff on all their food. They put peppers and onions on EVRYTHING.
"Order now… OR DIE"
I got a tortilla thing with lots of meat. Meat is good. A cool song was playing. 11 Miles an hour, by Was (Not Was). I hummed, and to my unending surprise, so did Johnny.
"You know this song"
"Yeah, this is my favorite"
"Mine too! I never knew anyone besides me who knew it"
"Me neither. That's weird"
"You know, I was thinking about how much we have in common, I bet we have the weirdest 'how we met' story in the history of human interactions"
"Okay…"
"No really, I mean"
I froze. The door opened, and Brett walked in. He was with some girl, and he was at least a little drunk. Exactly is I remembered him. I breathed deep, and clenched my eyes shut, but the same barrier opened, and the memories came flooding through. Johnny turned around to see what he had seen.
"Are you OK? Want me to…"
"No, no, let's just go, Ok? I want to go"
"Fine." Without even waiting for the food, I stood up and started walking toward the door. I was trying to be invisible. I was good at it. And he saw me anyway.
"Marissa! Hey, babe, how you been? I miss you"
"Shut up"
"Aww, Marissa's defensive. You know me better than that. Hard to get doesn't work for me"
"Leave her alone." Nny said, stepping between me and Brett.
"Who's gonna make me, you? Ha. I'll fight you. I need a good laugh"
"Leave him, Johnny. Let's just go"
"Yeah, you just go. Wuss. Wussy baby." His little group laughed. I tried not to freak out.
"Is that your new boyfreind, Missy"
"Don't call me that"
"He can't be her boyfreind." Said the girl. "He looks like a fag to me"
They laughed, and I ran out the door. Johnny followed me. I ran to the car, and jumped into the passenger's seat. I slammed the door. Johnny came around and got in the driver's side.
"How can you let him do that? I can still go back, you know"
"NO! Just… just leave him alone"
"YOU could have killed him. You don't even need his blood. You can just kill him cuz he's a bastard"
"I can't kill him. I just can't I went out with him a long time ago… before I was a waste lock. And I couldn't kill him then. And I ran away. I could do anything… but he just scared me. And he still does. Don't kill him Johnny. He's stronger than you"
"Ha. I've killed bigger guys than him"
"I know. Bigger, but not better"
"Look. He's coming out. Are you SURE? Last chance"
"No"
"Okay, fine." He started the car, and we drove off. Behind us, a red mustang pulled out, and started to follow us.
"Go a little faster." We speeded up. So did the mustang. I noticed he still had the white stripes on it.
"He's following us. Where can we go other than your house?" I asked.
"YOUR house." He said sarcasticly.
"Fine, whatever. I don't want him to know where I live"
"Okay, fine"
We practically flew to my old house. The white ashes blew in the breeze. They looked like a ghost in the darkness. The opening into the basement yawned like a black pit. I got out, and tried to go into the dark. I willed myself to vanish. It didn't work. Brett jumped out of his car, chasing after me.
"You know, Missy, if you dumped me for a fag, I'm going to be very upset"
"Leave her alone, you stupid bastard." He whirled around. Johnny stood in front of the open basement hole.
"You're gonna pay for that, twerp"
"Wanna bet?" Brett ran straight for Johnny. By the swerving, I would guess he had had a few more beers on the car. Johnny grinned, intending to move at the last second. And he did. But Brett swerved again, sending them both into the basement.
I ran over to the hole, but I couldn't se anything inside. I heard some scuffling.
"Uhh… FUCK"
"WHAT DID YOU DO, BRETT"
"I didn't do anything! He's just gone into spastics! Were you guys smoking something"
"NO! Shit… One second." I leapt down into the hole. I could see a little better because of the absence of car lights. Brett stood off in the corner, apparently unable to do anything. Johnny was in the middle of the room, jerking and twisting. A knife lay forgotten a few feet away. I tried to hold him down, I read somewhere that you should do that. It wasn't that hard. He's so small.
Suddenly, he stopped. His eyes were closed, but an awful smile came over his face. Slowly, I stood up and backed away. His eyes flew open, and they glowed bright red. "I'm baaaaaaaaack." "Johnny? Johnny cut it out. You're scaring me. Johnny"
"No, not Johnny. It's me, Marissa. Damon"
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO"
"You didn't think I was gone, did you? No, I'm still here. And now I have a body. Thank you for bringing it here, by the way"
"Are you SURE he wasn't smoking anything"
"SHUT-" Before I could finish, Damon picked up the knife and flung it at Brett. Brett slumped to the floor, the shiny blade emerging from his back. "Marissa, you really must learn to do something other than to say that. You must know by now it doesn't work." I stared at Brett. "Um, I liked Johnny. GET OUT OF HIM YOU PSYCHO BEAR!" "No, I'm not going to. I can't release the monster without him. There's too much blood on the floor. That idiot just made it wet AGAIN, so I have to wait longer"
"The monster WON'T escape! I won't let it! I'm going to keep the floor wet, and you can't stop me"
"Oh, but I can. I'm going to kill you, too. Then there will be no one to bring the blood"
"NO!" I pulled a knife from my boot. Damon laughed.
"Yes. Stab me. Your one love. Come on, right here." He raised Johnny's arms, the knife he held clattering to the floor.
"Auuuughh…. SHIT! You stupid FLOOR! This is YOUR fault!" I slammed the knife into the blood soaked floor. A beam of light came out, temporarily blinding me. "NO! NO! You BITCH"
The light spread, and seeing a possible solution, I stabbed again and again. The floor disintegrated as I watched, and I ran for the stairwell, Damon right behind me. I pulled myself out onto the cold ground, and watched that stupid floor disappear. I couldn't believe it was so simple. All those years of being a waste lock, and the answer was so close, so simple.
"NOOO! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO!!!! You've ruined it all! You BITCH"
Damon jumped at me, and I dodged him. Shoot, the violence just doesn't end tonite. I ran from Damon. I realized I had Elijah in my pocket, but he didn't seem to be talking. Suddenly, Damon stopped, and grinned horribly. His red eyes narrowed. "You know I can't die, don't you? I can't… but HE CAN"
"NO!" He's going to kill Johnny… and take his body. Shit, I feel like I'm on the X-files. 'He won't be dead until you say he is.' "Elijah"
'He wasn't real to begin with.' An idea occurred to me.
Shit.
I'm not a waste lock anymore. I can die.
I took the knife, and pulled it across my wrist. Red blood poured out. I smiled.
"Prepare to die, Damon, you FUCKER"
"NO! NO! "
"YES! I won't let you kill Johnny! You can die, because I MADE YOU! YOU'RE NOT REAL WITHOUT ME"
"FUCK! I WAS SO CLOSE"
"I KNOW!" I sunk to the ground. Dew from the grass soaked through my jeans. Not that I was in any position to care.
"Marissa? Marissa? What did you do? What happened, Marissa?" Johnny was back in his body. He knelt over me. I grinned weakly.
"I saved you… Damon… he was in you… and he was going to kill you… but I killed him! I killed HIM"
"You'll be OK. You're a waste lock You're gonna be OK"
"No… floor gone… I de- destroyed it. I'm going for r-real"
"HOW? How did you destroy it? I'm coming with you, Marissa"
"You st-stupid idiot. I'm dying to s-save you. I'm not gonna let you kill yourself"
"TELL ME"
"Goodbye…"
The world went black. I'm dead. For real. And the universe still exists.
Am I done? I don't know! I have no idea, really! I can't decide to make this a happy ending or not. reveiw, and I'll write the ending! Or compliment me, or flame me. Email me and I will give you cookies! Candy! Diamonds! Gold bars! Eternal life! Nuclear weapons! Weehoo!
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