I do not own Johnny The Homocidal Maniac, I don't even come close to portraying a one mister Johnny C. the way Johnen Vazquez can.
You're Always A Slave To Something:
Chapter Four: Disarmed:
They were just relaxing in Nny's house. Well, relaxing as much as one could. Todd had gone next-door to get some of his own clothes. His mom wandered the hallways aimlessly, impossibly thin, dazed and confused, lost somewhere in Vicodin Land. He sighed, and just left. No goodbye's, no nothing to the two people who didn't care.
"Bye-bye, little boy." his mom managed to muster up enough energy to say goodbye. Even though she wasn't that coherent, she acknowleged his presence, which would be a first in a few weeks. Even if she couldn't remember his name, she didn't try to tell him he didn't live there, or that she'd never met him, which was a good sign, he supposed.
"Yeah, bye." he muttered, half heartedly, and left.
He blinked a few times to get her bony, drawn, image out of his head, and rubbed his eyes. It was dusk.
"You guys wanna watch the sunset with me?" Nny asked, as he opened a window to climb onto the roof.
"What?" Devi asked, bewildered. She didn't take him for a sunset guy. Well, there was their one date where he took her to the cliff to see the city lights. That was beautiful.
Todd sensed they needed time alone, so he declined, staying near the window incase problems should arise. "That's ok, Nny. You and Devi go ahead." he said.
"Ok." he said, unsure how Devi would react. He looked at her. "Coming?" he asked.
"Sure." she said, walking over to the window. He climbed out and up first, and then a claw-like hand reached down to help her up "Thanks." she said, smiling slightly.
"No problem." he said, and they sat on the 'UFO Landing' to watch the sun as it set over the city, giving an illuminous, glowing, orange cast over the street.
"Wow. Its so beautiful." she said. He had that look. The same sweet look he had when they'd gone out. Sheepish, and shy, not really making eye-contact with her. She sat with her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, while Nny sat Indian style, hands resting in his lap.
"Yeah." he said, quietly.
"Nny?" she asked, just as quietly, as though a sound barrier were set to match the mood.
"Hm?" he asked, glancing over to her, shyly. He didn't really move his head, but kept it in the downward position. Just his eyes.
She smiled. "How's it been going for you? I mean, we really haven't had a chance to catch up or anything." she said.
"Well..." he said, "I'm...It's...Hey, I'm not so good at talking about myself. At least to other people." he smiled, jokingly, "What's been going on with you?" he asked, attempting to avert the attention off of himself.
"Ah-ah. I asked you first." she said, staring at him softly, he head resting on her knees.
"You're not gonna let me get out of it, are you?" he asked, smiling and changing his position. Now one knee was up, with an arm resting on it, the other leg stretched out, and the other arm supporting his weight.
"Nope." she laughed slightly, hugging her knees more.
"Um...Well...I got rid of some pesky little voices in my head. I died. I went to heaven, and hell." he said, looking away, fearing she'd call him crazy and run off. Again.
"Thats...Interesting." she said, and rested her chin on her knees instead of her whole head.
"Yeah. Satan is actually kind of a cool guy. Heh." he smiled, realizing what he'd said. She snickered, which turned into laughing.
"Ahhh..." they both ended it with, and then looked at each other. They leaned in slightly, moving closer together. Their eyes locked. Slowly, they engaged in a kiss. Not a face-eating kiss, but not just a peck, either. A perfect kiss. (I doubt there is such a thing, but why not. If Bill Clinton never had sexual relations with Monica Lewinski, then there can be such things as perfect kisses. Ooooo! Harsh!)
They broke it, and stared at each other for a time, absorbing every detail of the others face. Each wanted to say something to break the awkwardness, but what to say?
"You're beautiful." Nny said. Upon realizing what came out of his mouth, he almost choked.
"Th-Thank you..." she said. Was this really happening? Had they actually kissed? Devi didn't know what to think. "And you're sweet." she smiled.
He looked away, resuming the Indian style position, staring so intently at his hands, one would think he were trying to bore holes in them. She took a deep breath, and slowly, gently, reached out and held the top of his hand. He peeked at her out of the corner of his eye, and turned his hand, so their fingers were laced.
"Johnny?" she asked, gently.
"Y-Yes?" he gave a barely inaudiable response.
"Did you still like me at all after I ran away?" she asked.
He quieted some, but then replied, "Of couse, Devi. I liked you the whole time. Who couldn't?"
She smiled, and gently rested her head on his shoulder. His heart skipped a beat, and a lump of anxiety and fear welled into his throat, but he just swallowed it, and held her hand a little tighter, as though he'd never let her go. He could smell her hair. Of course she'd use Cherry-scented shampoo, right? He inhaled it, and for the first time in a long time, he felt completely content, and at peace. There were no voices to corrupt his feelings for Devi, or try to get him to 'immortalise the moment'. And now, the best of all, he wasn't as overwhelmed by feelings like he was the first time. He could handle them now. Maybe...Just maybe...He loved her. 'But lets not rush things.' he thought to himself, 'Lets not push it. Let come what may, and we'll take it one step at a time, slowly.'
A very angry blonde-haired Donovan steamed in the alleyway across the street, staring at the loving, happy couple on the roof of the house.
"Devi..." he hissed, angrily"You're mine."
Devi's blood ran cold. She got goosebumps, and almost leapt into the lap of the man next to her.
Nny's eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Devi? Are you alright?" he asked, holding her shoulders to steady her.
"N-N-No...No. He's out there! He's out there!" she said, panicking.
"Who? Donovan? I won't let him hurt you, calm down." he said, pleading with her.
The most peaceful, content moment of his life, destoryed. But, alas, they never lasted anyway.
"No. No! He's gonna get me! He's out there!" she said, "I can feel him!"
"Where?" he said, knowing she wouldn't lie about that.
"Around. Close! He's so close..." she said, trembling uncontrollably.
"Calm down, Devi. Take a deep breath. LOOK AT ME." he said, in a strong voice. Strong as it was, it also held comfort. She looked up at him, with teary eyes, and swallowed, gasping for air.
"I'll be ok." she whispered.
Even worse. Nny was used to never having a lasting peaceful moment. Devi would never get over it.
"Want to go back in?" he asked, gently cupping her face so he could see her eyes. All they held was fear.
"Yes. Please." she said, trying to catch a breath.
"Ok, inside it is." he said, and helped her back in through the window they came out of.
Once inside, Johnny felt a twinge of...Something. Like they shouldn't have been there. Neither of them. Inside his house. Where he resided. He brushed this feeling aside, passing it off as just another feeling of invasion of his personal space. Squee was sitting on the couch, watching television. He was so absorbed in it he didn't even acknowledge Nny and Devi walking in. Or maybe he did.
Squee trembled violently. He was either watching something on TV that struck fear deep within his heart, or he had the worse case of the chills Nny had ever seen. Devi was so distraught she didn't even notice, taking a seat on the couch next to him.
"Squee? Are you alright?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Todd didn't even look up. He just sat, eyes glued to the television screen as though the most interesting thing in existence were playing. Which Nny highly doubted. There was never ANYTHING that interesting playing, ever.
"Squee...?" he asked again. Squee shuddered, and muttered something inaudiable. "I really am starting to get concerned about you." Nny said, and waved a hand in front of his face. "Hell-Ooooo?" He looked around. He didn't feel a draft or anything. Everything seemed to be in its place.
Devi snapped back to the real world. "Nny..." she said, alarmingly.
"Yes?" he asked, crouched down in front of Squee. He was distant looking. His eyes were at their widest, and he was staring seemingly through Nny, so much so that the dark man looked behind him to see if there really was anything there.
"Look at this." she said, picking his arm up, and showing it to Nny.
"What?" he said, inspecting the limb.
"Theres a bruise here." she said"It looks like a needle-hole. You know, like when you get blood drawn." she said.
"Mm. I highly doubt he does drugs, not after what he's been through with his mom." he said.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. He didn't have it before we left." she said, "Do you keep syringes around?"
"Me? Not up here. And I don't think he'd venture down into the basements by himself." Nny said.
"...J-Johnny..." she said, giving Nny a startled look, "Do you think...Donovan came in here? Did this to him?" she asked.
"I would've heard him, felt him, seen him. Something. And Squee wouldn't just stay quiet if he did. He would've given an almighty wail from the bottom of his lungs." he said, and she shook her head in agreement.
"But then...How?" she aked.
"I have no idea. I don't even know what he'd inject into himself, considering I don't have anything here except acid and stuff, and people don't act like they have ice for blood when acid is injected into their veins. I know, I've seen it." he explained.
"Then what the hell happened to him?" she asked.
"I don't know." he said.
Someone made a sound in the shadows. "Hello, Devi." someone said.
Johnny leapt to his feet, determined to keep Todd and Devi behind him.
"Who the fuck are you? How the flying fuck did you get into my fucking house without my knowing?" he said angrily. He narrowed his eyes dangerously at the stranger in the shadows. Johnny looked around for something - anything - to defend himself with.
"Ah. Whereas you may not know me, I know you. A lot about you. But you're not the one I want. If you'd just hand over my little peice of property, there, I'll gladly be on my way." he said.
Johnny's blood chilled in his veins, his heart almost coming completely to a hault. "Donovan. Who the hell do you think you are to just come into my house? Assault my friends? Why are you so incredibly hell-bent on abducting and terrorizing Devi?" he screamed, losing his patience quickly. He pulled the knife that kept Mr. Eff pinned to the wall out. He crumbled into a pile of dust. Johnny paused, looking at it. A wave of...What was this feeling? Remorse, perhaps? No. Never. Especially not for the DoughBoys. Especially not Eff. In his own opinion, they were both equally bad, but Eff was the worse of the two. Whereas Psycho-DoughBoy wanted nothing more than for Nny to just kill himself, at least his intentions were clear the whole time. Eff was sneakier. Trying to use Johnny's rare happiness to benefit himself.
He shook himself out of his moment of thought and focused his attention back on Donovan. He held the knife in his hand, gripping it until his already pale knuckles turned white.
"What do you think you can do to stop me?" Donovan asked, amused.
"A lot, actually." he said,"Like this." Nny threw the knife as fast as he could with as much force behind it as he could muster directly into Donovan's left foot. The man looked at it, blood slowly seeping out around the knife and onto the floor and through his shoe.
"Well..." He grunted"I must admit, that is a bit uncomfortable." he said, wincing slightly.
"Get used to it. We're gonna get increasingly uncomfortable as the night proceeds." he said, darkly.
"Well, perhaps, but your actions will not go unnoticed." He said, trying despereately to keep the pain from being revealed in his voice.
"And by this you mean..." Nny asked, raising an eyebrow in irritation.
"My...people...will seek you out." he said.
"Tell me more about your 'people'." Johnny said.
"You'll have a problem getting that information out of me." he said, "You'll have to try pretty hard to get that."
"Oh...Don't worry about my trying hard. I have a cute little machine downstairs that'll do a lot of work for me. You see, I've been feeling pretty lazy lately. And now, onto other things... Do you know what's wrong with Squee?" he asked, clenching his jaw. He needed this information to help Squee survive. He could not get out of this.
"Don't worry. Just a minor thing. It'll pass. He'll just fall gently into a slumber, and later, maybe an hour, wake up. Nothing bad will happen to him. Just don't feed him for a while." he said. Donovan wished no harm to come to Squee, as he had nothing against the young man. But he didn't want him to cry out while he was tresspassing in Nny's house.
"If you're lying...It'll be ten times worse for you." he said. He swiftly pulled the knife out of the guy's foot and drove it into his thigh.
Devi looked around, almost paralyzed with fear. She saw a tazer on the coffee table. She tried her best to utter Nny's name.
"J-J-J-Johnny..." she said, her eyes large with fear"I...theres...it...here..."
He looked over his shoulder his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 'What the hell could she possibly be trying to tell me with a broken, fragmented sentences like that?' he thought. Then she gestured to the tazer. Why had he not seen that before? Why? Instead, he went a pulled a knife that was across the room out of the wall. He was losing it. He really was.
"Hand it to me." he said, a stern tone. He'd lost the sweet, shyness from upon the roof. And even his protectiveness from 5 seconds ago. He was now Johnny, The Homocidal Maniac, the one she knew, the one that tried to kill her, the one to immortalise the moment. He was there. He was going to give this guy everything he had. All of it. Everything. She knew one thing at that moment, when he looked her in the eyes...
She was glad she wasn't Donovan.
Devi handed him the tazer with jittery, shaking hands. He pulled it out of her hands, now thoroughly heated. Nny stared darkly into his eyes. It sent shivers up even Donovan's spine. And then Johnny jammed the tazer into his side. Donovan passed out and fell over. Johnny pulled the knife out of his thigh, stuck it into the old wood of the wall of the dying house, and dragged the limp body downstairs to strap him up.
Dear Die-Ary,
Its so hArd to believe that pEople cAn be so...It seems I'm at a LoSs for words foR this oNe. Are there eveN any wOrds eXistEnt that could dEscribe hOw i FeeL righT now? No, I don't beLieve therE are. This is so siCk. ExisTencE. It'S painFullY oBvious how lOst and low we are. AniMals aRen't even aware of their own moRtality. Its a simplistic LifE. And I muSt say that...I eNvy it. I feel this SaMe feeliNg, as tHouGh I weRe studYing Mr. Samsa aGaiN. BuT then I geT MomentS in life liKe tHis eveNinG, on ThE rooF wiTh Devi. It was...Perfect. True perfection. True love. And for that, I would go through more pain than anything to have that feeling ovEr and over AgaIn witH hEr.
AN: AHHH! my back is killing me. i've farted so much today that im surprised i didn't fly away LMAO! lol! i was sitting in the living room, and i sat on my bro and he was like dont u dare fart and what did i do...i farted on him. LOL! ahh...for a girl, i have so much class...lol Reveiw me!
