Disclaimer: I don't own any of Jhonen Vasquez's characters

Author's Note: This takes place before the "Moose"/Wall was gone.

Retribution

Part 1: A Ghost of You

(Johnny's View)

12:47 a.m.

I didn't want to do it… But I had to. I needed more blood. The wall…

I looked at the unconscious girl lying in the corner. I brought her here. I didn't want to do it… But I had to… There wasn't anyone else.

I sighed and walked over to her. I examined her. She looked no older than eighteen. She had long, black hair and pale skin. A bloody gash marred her pretty face.

I did that.

It's such a shame that her life would have to end so early.

"I don't want to do this. I can't do this. She didn't do anything!" I whispered.

A voice resonated across the room, "Of course you can, Nny! Don't you remember that boy, Edgar and that girl, Jennifer?"

"Mr. Eff?"

Mr. Eff chuckled as he stepped out of the shadows, "Yep, me. Fuckity-fuck-fuck!"

"Where's D-boy?" I asked suspiciously.

"Oh, he was irritating me so I ripped off his leg and shoved it in the grindy-sink disposal thingy… He's crawling somewhere down the lower levels…"

A screech was heard from below, "DAMN YOU FUCK!"

Mr. Eff chuckled once again and turned to the girl.

"Oh", I stared at Mr. Eff, "So why are you moving around this time?"

"Hmm? Oh, uh… Well… The girl's a witch and she's making us move with her witchy powers! OOOH… AHHH…" Mr. Eff waved his arms around, mysteriously.

I blinked and silence ensued.

"Uh… So are you gonna splatter her all over the wall?" Mr. Eff finally asked.

"Yeah, I guess s-"

A groan emitted from the girl and I jumped back. The girl pushed herself up on her knees and held her head.

"Oww my head! Where am I? What's going on?" She asked, swaying, "Oh god, did I go to that kegger party?! Oh shit, I'm bleeding!"

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Mr. Eff hissed at me. He stood still in the corner, grinning.

"Who are you?" The girl turned to me.

I looked at her, "I'm Johnny C., but you may call me Nny. And you are?…"

"Chloe Ice, nice to meet you Nny."

"You know what to do, Nny, so do it. DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT NOW!" Mr. Eff's voice grated.

I looked guiltily at Chloe, "The feeling's mutual, however that may change… I'm afraid I must kill you…"

"What?! You're kidding!…Right?" Chloe sputtered.

"No. I assure you that I am not kidding." I drew a machete.

The girl's eyes widened and she got up quickly. She began backing away, "Oh god!"

"Doesn't exist here, I'm sorry"

"Why are you doing this?! I don't even know you!"

"You know me now, although it doesn't make much of a difference anyway. I must kill you. It's an emergency…"

"But I haven't even done anything to you-"

"I know, but I need blood! I hope you understand this. There's this thing behind the wall… I can't let it out."

Chloe backed into a wall.

"No where to run, girl!" Mr. Eff laughed.

Chloe tried to push past me, but I held her back by the arm.

"That was very rude, Chloe. Now, goodbye." I whispered into her ear.

The machete slashed once, right across her pale throat.

She glared at me as she died. Blood bubbled from her lips as she rasped her last words, "Johnny C., I will get you…"

And she slipped away.

"Good job! Fook fook!" Mr. Eff clapped as I stared at the body.

The blood oozing from her throat was slowly moving towards the drain. It will keep the wall satisfied… for now.

I trudged up the stairs, thinking. As I walked, a dark substance began oozing from the walls. I blinked and it was gone. I touched one gloved hand on the wall and it came back clean, "Hmm. Ah well."

I continued to ascend the stairs.

I flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV. I stared blankly at the screen as images flashed.

Hours passed and I struggled to stay awake.

No sleep.

Can't sleep.

Won't… sleep…

No…

Sleep…..

The TV screen flickered and a girl with long black hair came to view. The TV suddenly flickered off before I could see the girl's face and sleep enveloped my mind

AN: This girl is NOT Samara from "The Ring"
Part 2: YAY! BLOOD!

10:29 a.m.

Oh shit. Open your eyes! You went to sleep! Open your fucking eyes!

I opened them. I was on the floor covered in…

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I scrambled to my feet, "HOLY FUCK! WHERE DID ALL THIS BLOOD COME FROM?!"

The floor was completely flooded with blood. The smell was overpowering.

The doughboys were floating on the crimson liquid, grinning widely. Nailbunny was safe off the floor, laying on the couch.

I examined the room to check the full extent of the damage. My eyes came across my boots…

"NOOOOOOOOO! MY BOOTS! MY BEAUTIFUL BOOTS! WHY!? WHY WOULD SOMEONE TORT-"

"Nny", Nailbunny interrupted, "I think there's something on that wall over there that you should look at…"

"GAWD! JUST LOOK AT MY BOOTS! THEY'RE RUINED! DAMN YOU BLOOD!"

"Nny?"

"MY GOD! WHO WOULD DO THIS?! WHO?!"

"NNY!" Nailbunny hovered right in front of my face. "LOOK OVER THERE!"

I looked, "Okay… So it's a wall with a message written in blood… What's the problem?"

"Oh, well I thought you'd be interested because it says "Nny, I will get you" and the whole wall is covered in "I did nothing to you" 's…"

"Alright… I still fail to see the problem…"

"Ah, never mind." Nailbunny floated away, shaking his head.

"Ah, what a lovely surprise. Don't you agree Nny?" Mr. Eff floated by my legs and D-boy followed, humming. His right leg was partly shredded and was glued on backwards. The blood seemed to be doing him good.

"No. Did you do this?!" I demanded, gesturing to my boots and the floor.

"Unfortunately, no. We both did not… Neither did the wall…" D-boy frowned.

"Then who was it?! WHO DID THIS TO MY BOOTS?!" I hissed.

The doughboys stared at me.

"Well, what about that girl yesterday? The one who swore revenge upon you?" Mr. Eff chirped.

"What? Chloe? Impossible! She's dead! You saw her die, didn't you, Eff?"

"Ye-"

"Her body's still in that room! It's gotta be!" I dashed through the halls and down the stairs.

I halted in the room and sighed with relief. She was still in there. She was certainly dead. Her body had already begun to fester, all the life-sustaining blood had left it.

I dragged her body into the basement and left it in a corner.

"Here's company!" I told a hanging skeleton and walked out. I closed the basement door and suddenly, there was a scratching noise from the other side.

I swung open the door.

No one.

I looked at the door and there were bloody slashes all over the woodwork. I shut the door with disgust, "GAWD! So much nasty, bodily fluid!"

I turned around to leave, but my foot kicked something.

The machete. The same one I had used to kill Chloe. It was bloody. It was fresh blood.

"Huh." I muttered as I picked it up, "There you are! I've been meaning to clean you! Then, I'll make you all shiny! You'd like that wouldn't you! Who's the shiniest machete in the whole wide world?! YES YOU ARE! YES YOU ARE!"

I chuckled as I walked upstairs with the weapon. Behind me, I thought I head an exasperated sigh and something banging on the wall.

I paused and looked back.

Nothing, but yet I heard words… Something like the wind was muttering, "Damn! You moron! You should have thrown the machete at him! He kills people for god's sake! Why in the world would you think his own bloody weapon, laying on the floor, would scare him?! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!" and then banging sounds ensued.

"Who's there?!" I demanded.

The banging abruptly halted.

"Uh… Uh… No one? Uh, no one's here trying to haunt you! Yeah, no one!" A voice rasped.

"Oh… Well, okay", I shrugged and walked away, "Goddamn voices! Everywhere! Always talking to me! When the hell did I get so damn popular?! Serves me right for being so damn social!"

To be continued…

AN: So, how is it, people?