Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers almost as much as I hate bush cough Idiot son of an asshole cough. But anyway I own nothing to do w/ Johnny the homicidal maniac but my own prized collection and a home made poster .

Summary : A new girl, who might have a few mental problems of her own, moves into Squee's basement. One day our favorite maniac stumbles apon her during one of her "episodes". As the two get to know eachother she relizes there's something else wrong with Johnny. He needs her help or he'll die... Rated R for later Sexual content.

12/20/04

Chapter 1 : Living with Squee

Alana giggled to herself thinking of her acomplishments. She'd sucsessfully escaped the penitentary and now had found herself a home. She wasn't really crazy anyhow. Just sometimes the images of little girls ( the grudge and the ring freaked me out ok?!) fallowing her and the paranoid feeling of having someone behind her came to her. It's because of her constant fears that her ignorant mother sent her to live in that hell-ish place. They forced needles into her, injecting liquids into her that were suposed to "calm " her. Really it made her feel ill and paralyzed while the images grew worse, dancing in front of her as she writhed on her bed helplessly. That was all in the past now.

She ran a pale,skelital hand through raven hair which nearly hung to her shoulders and over her face, barely exposing pale blue eyes. Her small black skirt clung too tightly against her black and white spripped tighted legs to wave in the shallow wind. It was late evening, she stood at the door of the house the boy brought her to. He was puiny and obviously a wimp, with his little teady bear infront of him as he stood before her. Bringing her white fingernailed hand to her tight black shirt with black and white strippes down the sleeves. The shirt was too long and hung in strips in the back. A smirk curved on crimson lips.

" So, Todd. I can live here? Don't you have parents?" The small boy nodded slightly still shacking in fear, the thin girl reminded him of the scary neighbor guy. The smirk began to make her new monroe peircing ache so she straightened her expression. ( for those who are idiots a monroe is one above the lip )

A few weeks had passed since Alana had moved in. The only place she could stay in was the basement, which she was quite comfortable with. A mattress lay in the corner with the sheets and blankets in a twisted mess across it. Posters littered the walls of various punk and metal bands. Her dagger collection hung on the wall, untouched, untainted. Her clothing hung on a bar she'd set up to hold the hangers. It contained a few pairs of tight pinstripe pants, stripped stalkings, fishnets, cute little high heels with black or white lacy bows, black tennis shoes, steel toe boots, Small black tank tops and long sleeve black and white shirts, a bullet belt and a bondage belt.

She sat on the foor, indian style wearing a dress resembling a maids outfit. Looking down at the passageway that was suposed to be hidden. She felt paranoiya again as she glanced over her should making sure her own pale face would not meet another. Looking back she began to wonder.

" Todd!!" She yelled, cupping her hand over her mouth to amlify her voice as she looked up yelling to the floor above. A few moments later a ray of light shot through the dull room. The boy came down the steps and came near her. He'd grown to like her. She was nice to him, cooked for him and read stories. She wasn't scary either. " Where does that go?" She asked pointing down at the opening. The boys eyes widened as his pupils shrank.

" That's where the scary neighbor man comes from..." Alana raised an eyebrow at his answer. " Scary...neighbor man? Who's that?" Todd stepped back, holding Shmee in front of him, protectivly like a sheild. Looking away she heard the footsteps of the child as he ran out of the basement and back up the stairs, slamming the door.

Narrowing her eyes, she scrunched up her lips as she thought. " Scary neighbor man..."Releasing her hands from their tight grip on her knees she fell back onto her small round carpet she'd made from some carpet clippings she'd found.A dark shadow fell over the light in her room for a split second. Her sleepy eyes opened wider as she snapped out of her train of thought. Someone was in there with her..

Johnny peered at the girl laying on the floor. Who's this? He thought. He layed his back against the wall after creeping into the room. He smiled in delight as she sat up with a fear stricken expression. To his disbelief she starred off the opposite direction. Crawling backwards on her hands as if desperately trying to get away from something. He'd seen that before. When he'd knock down a victim and they'd try to crawl away like a helpless animal. He noticed the basement had been well moved into. He narrowed his eyes at the girls terrorifed face. What was she scared of if she haddn't seen him? He watched tears flow down her cheeks.

One of the "Not really theres" was crawling its way towards her in an errie motion. She was a bit older and was sopping wet with her paisty wet hair thrown over her face as she snarled, edging towards her Alana began to sobb as the girl made an errie throaty noise keeping it constant after,never stopping for a breath. She hatted that noise. Suddenly she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She screamed and jumped up, turning to the side to keep the "not really there" and whoever touched her both in her sight. She looked at a man that stood before her. Dressed in a similar mannor as she usually did. A few peices of black hair hung in his face. " Who are you? "the noise grew worse as she spoke and the not really there began to reach for her. It stopped as his voice perced its endless ugly coo. She felt her body go limp and fall to the ground unconcious as her foe disapeared, leaving her alone for the first time.

Johnny stared down at the girl then at the place where she had been looking at. Nothing..He shrugged and cast his gaze back apon this woman. His body shook from lack of satisfaction of all needs. He had decided to satisfy them was to be slave to them. He couldn't remember when was the last time he slept, or eaten. His body ached all over. Despite that and Reverend meat's constant badgering he would not stop his mission for perfection, though he could not surpress thought, he could surpress these so called "needs". Sighing he lifted the girls limp body and layed her on her mattress.

He stood tilting his head towards the door at the top of the stairs where Squee stood. "Squee, Hey there. Who's this?" He motioned to the girl with his left arm while he beckoned the boy down the stairs with the other.Squee came halfway down the stairs, in slow shacken movements, and sat himself down with shmee infront of him. " She's Alana. She's nice please don't kill her.." He begged looking down at the unconcious girl, clutching his little bear tighter.A rise of an eyebrow and a questioning grin formed on Johnny's face. " Someone else that's nice to you? That's good. Guess I won't hurt her. Sorry if I do though. "He smiled happily to the frightened child.

Black eyeshadowed eyelids began to flutter as she slowly opened her pale blue eyes. Alana looked around the room. The mysterious man stood over her , turned towards the stairs where Todd sat. Todd's expression made it obvious who the man was. The scary neighbor man. She sat up and scanned around for the "not really there" . It wasn't there. Good. She turned back to see pitch black eyes looking at her.

"Hello, Alana. " He greeted her politly. Sherry nodded. " ...Hello. What is your name?"

" Johnny but you can call me "Nny " if you like." Nodding once again she stood. " Did you see her?"

" Her? "Johnny gave her a confused expression.

" Don't worry about it."She closed her eyes in brief disappointment.

The two sat on her dirty rug talking about any little thing for hours. She reminded him of Devi which he found oddly pleasing. They spoke of some movies, and a game called twisted metal which he thought sounded interesting, Squee's sad sad life, how many assholes there were in the world, then finally...

Johnny looked up at a thick scar he'd spotted running down her collar bone. More thorough examination revealed the same scars, around and inch wide, littlered her whole body. He tilted him head in wonder.

" What are those from?" He asked pointing to the first one he saw that was dangerously close to the jugular.

She lifted a hand and stroked the scar. " Maybe someday I'll tell you about it..." She smiled though neither warmly or coldly.

Johnny felt a sudden heaviness in his chest as he watched her form that smile. The feeling scared him, he remembered it from Devi.He stood hurriedly, trying to keep the emotion off of his face. He glanced back down at her form with his wild eyes. " I have to go now...I'll be back though.."

Before the young girl could nodded or say anything to him he'd already made his way down the tunnel and disapeared into the errie darkness. Sighing she fell back on her palms, reclining with her head back letting the blood flow to the back of her head. She rested her eyes for several minutes before opening them again.

For the next few days Alana had stayed in the room and let the boy bring her food. She had no urge to go out and look for a job and was feeling quite intriuged by this odd looking mystery man. She lay on her mattress. Her long skirt thrown over an unkept bed, Breast perking out of lacy boostia, Hair flipped out and set in uneven layers. She wondered, eyes glued to a poster above her bed, thinking of Johnny. She detested crushes and men all together in the catagory of romance though she felt some attraction to the oddly handsome young man. Alana refusing to let such a thing torment her. She had better things to do. There was a job to find,and well...plenty of other things..She guessed.

After a quick rest she started through the paper, circling jobs she had interest in. In the end she found two that would hire her and she could stand them for a long enough time to at least get one pay check. She called in and was told to email her resume to an provided email address. Hanging up the phone she krept back up the stairs and set the phone on the kitchen corner then headed back down. Once in her room she sat herself down,writing on a yellow tablet of paper.

" What are you up to?" A voice said to her from behind. She jumped a bit at the words and looked up seeing Johnny's familar clothing and face. " Hello Nny what brings you back after these past three weeks?" She asked meaning to sound like she was joking. Johnny grimaced, "Well, I have my own business...You didn't answer me.." She looked at him confused for a moment the glanced back at the dingy yellow paper. " It's my resume..." She sighed. "I need to find a job." Johnny nodded, not to interested.

" I want to know what happened when I first met you. You were scared of something in the room other than me. What was it? Who was the "she " you were refering to?" He said as he turned his back to her, hands together behind him as he began to slowly pace the room. Alana ,who had continued to write again, now stopped, so quickly she broke the pencil. She starred down at the peices of led absent mindedly as she began. " I see things. I see these women. I know they wanna kill me, and I can't kill them.Thats how its always been. My family put me in an institute where it only got worse and worse.Finally one day I got free and came here. I still see them...She is the worst one..Next time I see her I'll die.." She said still staring down at the lead.

Johnny had turned to listen to the girls story. It reminded him faintly of when the styrofoam figures stuck to his wall began to move and speak. " I see. How infortunate.." He nodded. Why would such a thing bistow itself on the innocent? But then again he himself was innocent at a time. " I always feel their presence. Always feel them breathing down my neck. ...Only now I don't..." She looked up at him.

Johnny looked down into her eyes then glanced away shrugging. " And before you made her go away..." She said looking back down. Johnny raised an eyebrow, " How's that? You passed out." She smiled. "She went away.." Johnny sat in a metal folding chair, turning backwards so that he could rest his arms on the back. The way he sat exposed a bulge in his tight pants, Alana felt herself look and mentally slapped herself.

" They usually visit me every couple of days..." She felt as if she were talking to much and boring her guest.She silenced herself and set her pen and paper aside. Johnny shook his head, holding out a hand. "Continue."

Alana felt a bit of excitement as she continued on. " My scars are from when they're touched me. " wrapping her arms around her shoulders she acted as if she were trying to hide them all. Johnny smiled to her seeming to want to reasure her, but of what he did not know.

For the next three days Johnny visited her at the same time in the evening. A few times he'd found her asleep and waited patiently on her little rug until she awoke. She'd told him about the visits from the little girls that wern't as harmful as the woman. Even he, now was begining to fear them. This night was the sixth time he'd visited her room. His body shook with exhaustion though he tried not to show it. He'd refused to eat, sleep or replenish any of his needs except to kill. He hadn't told her much about himself really, not his habits or past or what he knew of it. Most of it was just discussion of viewpoints, theirs were usually similar which he'd grown to like. He stepped into the dim room, seeing a thin figure pressed against the wall , eyes full of terror as they stared straight ahead. The woman. Something inside of him snapped and before he knew it he found himself running to her and taking her up in his arms.

Alana blinked as she saw her empending death disapear replaced by a body a bit colder than usual but still warm. She didn't care that it was ackward for him to hold her in such a way, she pressed her face into the black cotton of his shirt and let her tears poor out.She felt him lift her after five or six minutes and carry her towards the tunnel. He'd scooped her up like a child but she could never feel anymore graditude towards his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. The tears had tired her and soon she found herself drifting off to sleep.

Johnny was used to carrying people. Knocking them unconcious and taking them back to his lower levels of his house had strengthed his arms a great deal though they were still rail thin. He came up into his house and entered his living room with the old dusty couch with the tv sitting infront of it. He layed her down on the couch gently, knowning she'd fallen asleep by the change in her breathing. He sat on the arm of the couch, leting one leg dangle on the side and the other he set up on the arm resting his boney elbow on it. He looked over at her a few times then glanced away. He repeated this several times. Why did he bring her here? He wondered. Maybe because he thought it would help her? Did he want to help her? She might have died had he not arived at the right moment. But why did he care? He decided it was something he should not think about. Just see what happens. Like he was his own ginnea pig.

Alana woke up a few minutes later. She saw the slightly shacking form sitting above her, for a moment the movement made her think of the errie twitching on the not really theres. That name she gave to them because thats what people would tell her when she'd scream for help. She innerly sighed as she relized it was Johnny, the one that helped her. The ONLY one that ever helped her. She cursed herself as she felt herself grow emensely fond of him. She didn't want the feeling but she knew they were there. She slowly sat up as she felt his gaze fall back on her. "Where am I? "She asked already knowning the answer. His home...and he answered the same as she thought.

" Was it her? "He asked already knowning she'd either say yes or not answer at all. He received a slight nodd as her thin body struggled and sat upright. " Did I make her go away? " He asked, suddenly feeling great fatigue he fell forward feeling the nubb sting of spilters sinking into his cheek as he hit the ground.

Alana's eyes widened and she jumped up and ran to his side. "Johnny?!" She flipped him over seeing him blink halfslit eyes. SHe felt his temperature, still so cold..She dreaded her suspicsions. Lifting his shirt over his stomach she revealed how grotesctly thin he'd become. Dark circles lay under his eyes.Tears filled her eyes agian as she lay the shirt back in place and looked into Johnny's eyes. "Johnny! Why?!......Don't die..Please..." She felt him try to stand from underneath her. " I'm helping you. You're going to help me and I'm going to help you. Understand?"

Johnny Knodded to her though he no longer heard her words the last thing he heard was don't die..please. And that shocked him and disturbed him enough to cooperate. SHe helped him up to the couch where she lay him down again. He felt his body drift off to sleep no matter how much he fought it.He sighed, feeling sleep set in as she caressed his hair.

Alana let him sleep for hours apon hours. She eventually fell asleep too, with his head on her lap she lay her head on the back of the couch. When Johnny awoke he lay there still resting his eyes waiting for her to awaken. A few moments later she opened her eyes and say his dark ones looking back at her.

" Do you have any money?" She knew he needed to eat. She wouldn't call the hospital, she couldn't. They'd send her back to where she'd just escaped. Johnny knodded and motioned to a backpack by the door. " ....Front pocket..." He muttered. After she'd gotten the money she'd helped him stand and they made their way down to the market.

He'd been able to stand and walk through the store. He was too exhausted to argue with her. He simply shook or nodded his head to items as she picked them up. After they'd filled a basket, they checked out and took the cart with them, pushing it down the street.

Alana put the groceries away in the unused kitchen. It wasn't neccisarily clean however, many spiders and spiderwebs covered everything. It'd been a lot of work to kill most of the spiders, which Johnny had seemed to enjoy until he ran out of energy and she had to lay him down again.Preparing a feast of food that could be put away as left overs she kept herself busy all night.

The next morning Johnny awoke grumbling and moaning. He cursed at himself for falling asleep.A grose smell hit his nose. Food? He tried to get up but he couldn't get much farther then sitting up a bit. Once he'd gotten that far, the smell grew closer and Alana stood next to him with a plate of food. " I want you to try to eat some of this." She said sweetly though he recognized it as a demand. He didn't move, only sat there with her blankets around him, staring at the food. Finally she sighed and sat next to him and help out the fork with some food on it infront of his mouth. After a long while of persuation he sat eating the plate of food slowly. Feeling his stomach begin to feel full already though he'd only eaten a little. " Eat until you can't eat anymore. Eat as much as you can without hurting yourself. You need to stretch your stomach back out. I'm so proud of you. You're already eating . That's so good. " She smiled then leaned back on the ooposite side of the couch. " Here's the deal. I'm helping you not kill yourself. And you're helping me not be killed. Deal?" Johnny looked up from the food he was starting to find delicious, scary as it was.Mouth full of food he simply nodded. He knew that'd he'd failed. He was a slave again. He didn't care. The gravy covered stuffing was way too good to care. He didn't try to think about his ideals, he'd wing it, for now....

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Whew chapter one finished. More to come plz r&r and tell me what you think advice not flames I hate ppl hating on me. It's not my fault u read it lol. Compliments work too