The mass of violence, pain, and blood known to friends as Nny sat in the passenger seat of Squee's car as they made their way back to his home, his hellhole. It's my fucking place. He thought with a growl. Im going to just kill this bitch when I meet her. She doesn't deserve to take my hellhole. Even if it is just a piece of shit, it's my piece of shit!
"So who is this girl?" he asked through gritted teeth. Squee shrugged from behind the wheel. "Her name is Dani. She is quiet and sneaky. She looks up to you. She finds you quite fascinating."
Oh great. Another jimmy, he thought angrily. What is it with these freaks that think they can copy me? They think they understand me, but they have no fucking clue! God, stop making these morons! Nny gritted his teeth and dug his now long nails into the jacket of his new jacket. He finally got that awesome coat from hell. Pepito wasn't as big of a prick as his father, and he was nice to Squee, so if he ever died and went to hell, it wouldn't be too bad.
"How does she know about me? If everyone thought I was dead, then how can she know me?"
Squee bit his lip; he knew Johnny wasn't going to like this next part. "She was looking for a new home and found it empty. While living there, she…um… kind of found your diary."
Nny's eyes bugged out and he dug his nails in harder into the jacket. That cunt! That private! Oh I really have to torture her now….
"Welcome home Johnny." Said Squee cheerfully as he pulled the car into his drive way. Johnny shook his head to clear his head as Squee stepped from the car. It still got to him that this man; this quiet, pale man with this toddler was his little Squee. The same Squee that he would read bedtime stories to (and scare the boy so badly he wouldn't sleep for weeks). That once defenseless little boy is now a man. And it was probably the only man who Nny wouldn't kill.
"You coming, Nny?" Squee asked with a tap on Johnny's shoulder. He looked up at him with blank eyes better getting out of the car.
I got to kill this bitch. But I'll wait until Squee is gone. Don't need him to tell me it's wrong. Nny thought as he walked through the thick grass towards the ricodiy old house. When he approached the worn and sun-bleached door of 777, he ran his long pale fingers down the framework. Im back. Not bothering to knock, he opened the door to his house.
Inside, a tired bulb and the space in the wood blocking to window were pushing out the only light. The floor was caked with blood and dirt, like it was before. The only difference was the sofa now looked like a bed, but otherwise, the TV and desk was still in the same spot he left them. He strolled over to the small wooden desk. Many of the paper on the desk was messed up and tossed, but nothing major was amiss. Nny approached it and sat on the wobbly chair.
There sat his worn and bloodstained dairy, his many happy noodle boy comics, and many of his suicide notes that those fucked up Styrofoam doughboys made him write. After stacking the papers, he could see the numerous gashes in the wood.
"Everything is how I left it." Nny said calmly. Squee nodded. "Dani said she didn't want to mess anything of yours up. She took great care not to bother anything of yours." Nny sank into thought as Squee walked towards the door towards his underground rooms and called the girl's name.
Within a few minutes, the door reopened. "If you don't fucking shut up, I'll slit your throat!" the blond screamed down the hallways before closing the door. She smiled at Squee. "Glad to see you again." She said kindly - well as kindly as you can some with a deep voice and covered in blood. Squee jestered towards Nny and then back to Dani. "Nny meet Dani. Dani, this is Johnny."
Nny stood from his position at his desk and studied the girl. Her light blood hair was only ear length, covering her pale skin but her amber eyes struck out at him. She tucked her hands into her baggy jeans after whipping the remainder of the blood of her also baggy purple shirt. The clothes may not have been her size but fit her look. She seemed laid back and Nny almost didn't hate her but quickly reminded himself that this bitch had taken his house.
"Mmmm awkward silence." Squee said, watching the two homicidal psychos stare at each other as if having a silent conversation. Actually, from the focused eyes of Johnny to the defensive glare to him from Dani, it was more of a silent argument then conversation. This wasn't going to end well, so he took the easy way out. "I have to get back to Dustyn, so I'll see you guys later." Both of them nodded, not taking their eyes off one another. He quickly walked out the door
Nny turned his gaze back to the walls. Knives shined against the pale light as he walked passed them with his head held high. Dani watched with a blank face before walking over to the sofa and plopping down. Nny searched this room almost lazily; nothing seemed out of place. Even when coming across the blood-covered wall, there was a fresh coat over it. He would have ran his over the blood to see if it was going to get dry anytime soon, but he truly detested the liquid.
"I see you have kept the wall wet." Nny said, finally voicing toward the female. She nodded. "Yeah," her naturally low voice said calmly. "I read that there was something underneath and it must be covered with blood so I have put a fresh coat as often as possible."
He winced, he remembering that this girl read his private thoughts. He turned and approached the girl before stopping a few feet form her "so why do you insist on using my home to do my work?" he asked calmly, pushing his hand in his jacket pockets, waiting for an answer.
"Do you think I'm like that jimmy person? Hell no!" she said defensibly. "What that pervert did to that girl was distasteful and disgusting." She paused to take a breath. "And no, I'm not copying you. I was ridding this world of assholes before I found this place. I killed my brother because his existence sickened me. That's why I had to leave because my father was wigging out on me when he found his body." Dani smiled wickedly.
Nny turned around and wrapped his arms around himself, walking away from this jimmy-like female. "I want you to leave my house." He said calmly. This was the girl only warning and knowing how these humans work, she would fight. "You have already ruined it with your femininity, don't insult it more." In the reflection on the knives in front of him, he watched the girl stand from her seat on the sofa.
"I don't have anywhere else to go." She said, walking towards him. "And if it wasn't for me, you would still be down in the tunnels and be dead by now. I was the one who carried you out." She explained.
Nny gritted his teeth and dug his fingernails in his arms again. It was bad enough that this cunt read through his diary, but she touched him too! He looked at the knife and saw the girl approach with a right hand extended, like she was about to touch his shoulder. Ok that's enough. He gripped the blade and turned to stab the sharp metal through that extended arm and straight through to the other side.
"GOD DAMNIT!" She screamed and quickly pulled the offending steal from her upper-arm, watching the blood gush then drip from the deep wound. "If I had know you would be such a prick, I would have left you to die!" her body was tense, holding the knife with her unhurt arm, and ready to fight as she waited for Nny next attack.
Damn, this bitch is tough, Nny thought before leaping at her; hook in hand, knocking her onto her knee and left hand. As the hook ripped it threw a piece of flesh and shirt on her right collarbone area, she slashed the side of his face before turning away and covered her bleeding shoulder with her unhurt hand, groaning in pain at the sight of her blood running down her fingers. There blood was smeared over each others clothing and dripping onto the wooden floor, making it look like the floor itself was bleeding.
Nny took her lack of attention at his advantage and pushed her to the ground from where she had been moving to stand. Her hand had let go of her knife as he pinned her to the floor and started slashing at her chest, ripping through her shirt and skin. She screamed in pain and reached to the hook that was only inches from her hand.
Nny saw what she was reaching for and held her hand down with his knee. "You bitch! You stole my house! And now you think your gonna win this fight!" he yelled, stopping momentarily to see the bone which was being exposed with his deep cuts.
She seized this distraction and punched his knee, grabbing the hook and stabbing it into Nny's side. He yelled in pain as she pushed him off and flipped them so she was straddling him and pinning his wrists.
"Everyone thought you where dead!" she screamed in him face. "And its better I got it then some fucked up preppy cheerleader! And as for spending my "femininity", fuck you! I haven't done a fucking thing to your shit-hole house!" She groaned in the intense pain that was burning her chest as her blood poured onto him. Nny had no choice but to appear calm trough his pain. It was aprant that if she wanted to hurt him, she would have, seeing that she had the knife by her hand.
Panting, She released his wrists from his grip, only to punch her in the face and pushed back. She quickly pulled herself from the floor despite her muscles protesting this move. She noticed now she was against the wall with knives. As she gripped one and turned towards Nny, a blood coated knife shout towards her head…
There was a loud thwack that echoed in her ears. She opened her eyes, expecting to see a knife sticking through her forehead but only saw a dumbfounded Nny staring back at her. "Whoa, I missed." He said blankly. She looks to her left and saw the shinning blade just millimeters from her head. Nny groaned and spit some blood onto the floor. "Ok, you can live, " he said, pulling himself over onto the sofa, where he fell and groaned in pain.
Dan wanted to crash right there and bleed, but she walked over to the window. After prying the window open, she screamed for Squee to get over there before they both die of blood loss and to get them to the hospital.
Two stretchers wheeled around the corner towards the operating room from the emergency room. One carried a deathly pale blonde girl, covered with blood; the other holds a tall man, also blood covered. Both seemed to be alive but barely awake. Only the blond seemed to react, smirking at the man on the other stretcher and using the last bit of her strength, flipped him off before they part paths to their individual OR's.
Meanwhile, as this was happening, a very tired man sat in the cafeteria of the hospital, sipping the strongest coffee that he could get. Lifting a hand, he rubbed to bridge of this nose, only to be startled by a hand on his shoulder. With the sight of those black claws set on that red skin, he knew who it was.
"Hey Pepito." He said, the "o" ending with a yawn. The battered demon man sat across from the human, also looking worse for wear. His hair was messy, eyes had deep rings around them and his very aura screamed fatigue. "So has Sandra finally let you into the house?" Todd asked.
"Yes, but not into the bedroom. I had to sleep on the floor in the living room." he stretched out his achy muscles, stretching out his wings, as did so, and disturbing some nearby hell-folk. He didn't bother to apologize; it's hell, they hate you if you're nice or if you're a bastard and being the later is a lot funnier.
"Why didn't you just go up to your mothers and sleep in your old room?" Squee wondered around his sips of coffee. "You can guess how often I have had to send Dustyn there because of jumping between her and home."
Pepito paused mid-stretch before stretching out his left wing and resting the tip on the table next to them. He pointed to the large metal ring that encircles through the leathery skin and around the major bone that arches the top of the dragon wings. "Remember when I got this done?" he points to it before turning it lazily over his shoulder.
"Yeah," Squee smiled at the memory. "You were so worried it would hurt and then when he pierced you, you didn't even know it was done." He laughed. "What about it?"
"Since I can't reach back to change it, I had her change it. And I recently found out that this not only was a tracker, but it also has a shock in it. If I do something she doesn't like, she uses her powers to inflict pain right through it."
"Well I know who wears the pants in the family." Squee said feeling sorry for his friend that he had to deal with that, but still finding it rather funny. He watched as the antichrist folded his large dragon wings and shrugged. "She really isn't that bad. She's the kind you want to help you run this hellhole. She's only a bitch when someone does something stupid. Like how I got ' my ass kicked by that mommas boy, Jesus.' It's not my fault I got hurt. At least I fought with dignity."
Squee nodded in agreement. He let out another long yawn before redirecting the conversation. " So any plan in the underworld I can be aware of?" he asked, just like he did as I kid. He has always been curious as to what was happening with his friends "family business."
Pepito laughed. "Nothing really, just keeping our guard up. God's followers are planning something, we can all feel it. All those natural disasters, the hurricanes in Florida, the tsuimiani in Japan, the earthquakes, and Bush getting reelected just prove it. And knowing them they will require something else out of me. There nothing much left to take. They have already made me get married," and with a shiver down to the tips of his wings he whispered "and the celibacy they have forced on me. Not much else they can do."
Both shrugged and lounged, trying to stay awake but not really wanting to. Sooner or later, one, if not both, will keep there eyes closed for just a moment too long, or their arms, where there head rest will just feel too comfortable to ignore and their eyelids get too heavy and fall.
As soft colors danced past Todd's closed eyes, his chin rested against his coffee cup, a hand shock his shoulder. Being at tired as he was, he just groaned. His shoulders shock more before his tired eyes finally opened, ready to glare uncharacteristically at whoever was connected to the hand that shook him from the first sleep he has gotten in three days.
The doctor looked down at him with a small smile. "I'm sorry to wake you Mr. casil, but Mr. C has just come out of surgery. Miss. W has too. They will both be in the Intensive Care Unit. You may go to visit them anytime." The doctor gave him one last smile better leaving.
During there talk, Pepito had finally woken up. "What'd I miss?" he asked groggily, rubbing his eyes. "Hey Pep, why is that dude in hell? He seems like a nice guy."
Still rubbing his eyes, Pepito looked in the direction of the doctor. "Oh him. He's here because he used to rape his patients. Of course he can't do that now, because most of these people will injure him so bad he will wish for death."
One month later, Nny's hospital room
"You're a prick, do you know that? I didn't even mess up that house of yours!" screamed the angry blond at the man in the bed. "You almost made me lose my fucking arm, you asshole!"
Just as Johnny grabbed the closed thing to his fist, which happened to be a metal clipboard left by one of the underworld nurses, a stressed out man stepped in between them, holding his hands in there direction. "Guys please! If you don't end up killing each other, Im gonna have a brain tumor or something." Todd insisted. "Just stop it already! Nny, put that down please and just let the girl stay in your house. It's big enough for both of you. I mean, come on, she saved your ass." reluctantly, Nny dropped the clipboard back onto the bed, folding his arms over the light blue hospital gown and scowling at the girl across from him.
"All right, Dani," the word sounding so alien to him. "I guess I can let you stay at my house. If you can survive getting in a blood bath with me, then you're good enough to live. But there will be some rules."
"Name them." Dani said firmly, leaning against the wall, resting her elbow of her bandaged arm against the wall. She shifted uncomfortably under the men's gaze; they were both seeing her in a dress for the first and last time. Even if this hospital grab does go down the to floor, it still was vile to her.
"One: keep the blades on the machines and the knives sharp. That's a hard enough task for me to do by myself, so you can help. Two: don't think about killing me in my sleep, I don't sleep." He paused for a second, staring out into space, then continued. "Three: clean out the rotting corpses and the bones from the lower level and you get 'free room and board.' But if I see a single feminine grooming product anywhere near my stuff, you'll be using it to soak up another type of blood."
Squee watched in amazement and almost fear as the two maniacs talked in a civil manner. As she smirked and commented about no longer having her feminine parts, he still expected them to take there knives to each others throats. Or whatever they could find. But this was like a scientific discovery that the antisocial, homicidal, legally and totally insane Nny could have a civil conversation with someone other then a scared, wide-eyed child across the street without slitting there throat.
After five minutes and no threat or attempts to injure one another, Squee finally relaxed. Only two months till these two are back in 777….. I guess I should get the bactine and peroxide ready now. Maybe just pack a whole first aid kit and leave it on the windowsill…
Many months latter, on the street outside Squee's house
Amber eyes followed the moon as she walked towards the small spot she had sat before. Last time she had been there, it was to read the diary of her new roommate. This time though, she has her own journal in hand, will a fresh new ink pen to write too.
Plopping down under the tree, she opened the leather bound book that Pepito had given her for when she had gotten out of the hospital so long ago. She flipped through the stained pages, mostly it was blood, but sometimes it was coffee or a cheery freeze. Finally she found her new page and pulled the pen from behind the tangle of short blond hair.
Dear journal,For the first time in a long time, Nny and I finally agree on something. ALL OF THOSE ANNOYING GIRL-SCOOT'S THAT HAVE THE NERVE TO KNOCK ON THE DOOR NEED TO DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH! I swear that we have had so many! They won't stop! At least they don't return anymore. The ones who don't piss their pants, then go running for the hills after they see me covered in blood have the undesired pleasure of entering our house. …Of course shortly after, I show them the dismembered head of a high school cheerleader and that sends them running from the room.
The only good thing about them is that when they do run, they leave their cookies behind. I normally keep half and give the rest to Dustyn and Squee. Speaking, er, writing about them, Dustyn just turned 5 the other day. He is so cute now…he is also the only living thing 'cute'… Dustyn's hair is now shoulder length and pitch black, making him look so pale by comparison, but he is still so very sweet. I mean even Nny will agree with me on that… Squee is doing well too. From what he has told me, he might adopt another. I told him that he shouldn't. He got lucky once with getting such a meaningful and mature child once, don't expect that luck again.
Mmmm, what else to write about…oh yes. Pepito stopped by the other day. He came to see if some people were really dead. Of course he would look at our house. And he did eventually find the dude, and he was way past dead, he was just a skeleton!
Well the sun is coming up; I think its time to go. Im going back home…that's odd to write, but its true. …And if I see one Girl Scout, I swear I'm just gonna kill them, no questions asked.
Replacing the pen back on her ear, she watched in almost awe as the sun rose. As much as she hated humanity, and just people in general for their rude and obnoxious behavior, she still likes the colors of the sunrise and set. Her favorite being the blood red color of the sunset.
However, the face-stretching yawn told her it was about time she got some sleep. She hadn't slept in days and she figure if Nny was busy, she would just walk into Squee's house and fall on the sofa. She's done it more then once, scaring poor Todd to death when he saw her one night and thought she was a burglar. Finally, when her yawning was making her eyes water, he pulled herself of the ground and her feet took her towards her home.
When she opened the door, she noticed the TV was off, the light bulb was out and Nny was passed out on the desk, drooling on some Happy Noodle Boy drawings. Being just too damn tired, she plopped herself on the sofa and curled up against the armrest, using it as a pillow.
Suddenly, a soft buzz and the scream of a young woman woke her from her dreamland. After looking around and spotting a drowsy and slightly angry Nny, she finally figured out that it was that irritating doorbell. "You getting that or am I?" she asked, her voice was horse with lack of sleep. Surprisingly, Nny just rested his head back on the deck, trying to rest, and let out an annoyed groan when the doorbell rung again.
By the third buzz and scream, she finally stood up and walked to the door, grabbing a knife from the wall. She carefully opened the door just enough for her head to peak through…. to see an older girl scout staring back at her. But this was no ordinary scout, no. This one was awkward looking, like something just was amiss in her mental capabilities; she woke a thin layer of black lipstick that smeared to the top right of her lip and too much black eyeliner. Her thick brown hair was stingy and stripped with fake blonde. She was both a poser and a Girl Scout. Dani's mind twitched in disgust.
"Hi!" she said in a high-pitched squeak of a voice. "Would you like to try one of our wonderful girl-scoot cookies? There only 3.95 a box."
Dani's face showed only boredom, where as her fists were tightening around that blade behind the door. "What do you think gives you the right to wake me up when it's been the first time I've slept in days?" she said in the most threatening voice she could muster. The girl just started to stutter and look away. "Leave. Me. Alone." She was about to close the door and let this annoying girl keep her life to annoy others when that squeaky voice spoke up again.
"Are you sure you don't want any?" Dani leaned against the door out of the girls view and sighed. "They're really good!" the girl insisted
"You know something," her voice was caked with bitter-sweetness. "I think I might have some money in her, just come in. and ill get it for you." As the child came in through the opened door, she saw nothing but black.
"Hey can you turn on a light?" the scout turned to find the lady, only to find that the only source of sunlight was closed. "Its rather dark in here…" with a quick flick of a knife and the sting of metal on the throat, only gasps and groaned were heard from that girl again.
"Hey Nny, look! Free cookies!"
Yeah I know what you're all thinking. "About time you got it over with." Sorry it took forever, but at least its finally done. I hope this ending is good and not anticlimactic. And as for a future, I don't plan to write a sequel, but I might because summer break just started and I will have more time to write. I do have plans for Pepito and Sandra, but that's about it. And you never know, Dani might pop up again. Thank you all for your reviews.
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Special thanks to Sandra for being the inspirations for my character, helping me write the story, and betaing my chapters. Thank you.
