Here's Your Letter

A JtHM FanFiction

By Nyx (TragicNyx)

Formerly Known as The Insomnia Factor

Notes: Before anybody says anything, let me get something straight - Yes, I know I promised that there would NOT be another chapter to Here's Your Letter and told everyone it was a one-shot...

... but I couldn't just leave it hanging! I had the best idea all of a sudden and it fit in so perfectly with the storyline that I had to concede defeat and write this chapter. So NO, I will not be ripping off your arms and hanging them on meathooks if you request another chapter. Infact, every type of review is welcomed much ! So review, review, review...!

I THINK I'm going to tie this in to my latest songfic, Eulogy. Then after that, my longest JtHM fanfic ever, which I will give you the prologue to after this chapter - Prelude To Tragedy. Me writey you likey, eh? EH? Okay, on with it... (gets shocked with Tazer)

Disclaimer - No, I don't own Johnny the Homicidal Maniac OR the song 'Here's Your Letter' by the almighty Blink 182. Both are copyrighted, but do I care? No, because I'm using them anyways. If you don't like it, go to hell. If threre is a hell, that is, which I really doubt.
Warning - Authoress writing this story is completely insane. Do not listen to anything she says as it is all psychobabble. But read the story and review anyways. I like strawberries. Yes, I know my head is on fire! I love you, my little head wound...
italics - thoughts

bold - voices, die-ary entries

underline - death

Chapter Two - Death Is In Love With Us
He was drowning.

He could feel his lungs slowly decompressing into nothing but dead weight, yet he refused. Refused to let in the water that was ever so slowly killing him with every breath he didn't take. This couldn't be real. Not now. Not when he was so happy.

Him?

Happy?

Those two words sounded so foreign in the same sentence. Him, Johnny C., being... happy? The raven haired man faintly smiled as he felt his body continually screaming for air.

Why couldn't he come up? This thought slowly registered in his air-deprived brain and, with some struggle, he opened his violet eyes and looked skyward, up and out of his watery grave. There was no one there; his brain functioned enough to at least still comprehend that fact.

Yes, there is.

What? he thought feebly, closing his eyes and racking his barely-functioning mind weakly to figure out who that damned disembodied voice belonged to. No, there isn't.

Yes there is, Nny. You're just not looking hard enough. Double-take, won't you?

Nny felt a compelling drive to do what the voice told him to, but refused weakly.

I don't have to.

LOOK, Nny! Behold your fate! Take it in your arms and embrace it! You're dying!

This time, the raven-haired teen merely opened his eyes and looked.

The voice was right.

It was Devi.

Ha, the voice sniggered, you're dying. She's killing you, don't you get it? After saving you, too. How ironic.

No! he screamed mentally, furiously struggling while the adrenaline still rushed though his veins. But still she held his head down, and still the voice laughed.

Johnny closed his eyes, not accepting his fate but knowing it was inevitable. With a sudden inhale, he invited the water into his collapsed lungs, which became confused and attempted to reject it. Still he persevered, letting the cursed water stay in his body until he couldn't take it anymore.

Ha ha!

He felt a tear slip from his eye and dissolve into his watery grave.

You're dead...

Then everything went black.

Johnny woke up with an abrupt start, pressing a shaking hand against his furiously beating heart. Devi and him had gotten back together over 3 months ago, and nightmares had plagued him ever since, each time ending with his or her death. Tonght's was nothing compared to some of the horrors he had faced at the hands of sleep.

He turned his head to the hallway where the purple-haired girl was asleep in his bed. They traded places every other day, her in the bedroom half the week and on the couch the other half. If today is Thursday, he mused, then tomorrow is my day for the bedroom... Nny smiled half-heartedly. He would give up his bed for her any night, and she knew it. Besides, he rarely ever used the bed nor the couch. He wasn't prone to sleeping.

Johnny got up and walked silently to his bedroom where Devi slept, feet not even making a noise on the hardwood floor. Past the bathroom, past the room with all the broken stuff in it, and past the spare bedroom. Finally the dark-haired teenager made it to his bedroom and pushed open the door ever so slightly, spying his diary on the dresser and grabbing it silently. He strode over to the window and sat down on the sill, pushing the replaced window open and feeling the warm breeze. Turning his head to the left, he watched Devi's body rise and fall in a pale shaft of moonlight, asleep on the thin mattress.

She is beautiful, Nny thought absentmindedly, pushing a raven lock of hair behind his ear. And she was. Her hair down, flowing all over the pillow and shining violet in the soft white light. Her shapely body, floating up and down as she breathed. Nny, semi-distracted, chewed on the end of his pen and forced himself to tear his eyes away from her. You came over here to write, stupid, he berated himself. Write!

He pressed the pen to the paper and words formed without him even processing what he was doing.

Dear Die-ary,

We, as humans, have many faults. Knowing this does not merely give you the inhibition to believe that you, in the process of this, are better than anyone else. It does not. It simply gives you the satisfaction that you, indeed, acknowledge that and accept it fully. I have 'accepted' this fact and have learned it well. The fire may have burned my memory away but as soon as I returned, the art of 'knowing' was again re-established and I was forced to remember that mankind is more deluded than previously thought. It may have been a while but my mind is still fucked up, all the circuits misfiring and disconnecting at random intervals...

... I think I'll go wake Devi up now. Don't know what I'd do if she didn't th -

"N-Nny?"

He snapped the small, bloodstained book shut abruptly and turned to face her. "Ah, Devi, you're awake. I didn't expect you up this soon..."

Devi grinned sleepily up at him from between the rumbled sheets. "It's your habits wearing off on me. You're a bad influence, you know that?" Her pearly white smile grew wider.

The violet-eyed teen grinned sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, maybe I should do something about being that way..."

"Yeah, you should."

"What! I didn't expect you to agree!"

"Ha! You knew I would."

"No, I didn't! Honestly!"

"You set yourself up for it!"

"Ah, you're gonna pay for telling me that!"

He flung himself onto the bed and began tickling her furiously. "Gotcha!"

"Ah! Hahaha! N - haha - Nny, s-stop it! Haha!"

This only provoked him to tickle her more, digging into her sides and stomach.

"I-I'm gonna - haha - get you, Nny!"

The violet-haired girl flipped him on his back, reversing the situation, but he immediately flipped her back over and ceased tickling.

"T-Truce?" he panted, laughing.

"Y - haha - Yeah!"

The couple lay there in the wide shaft of moonlight, not saying anything, but enjoying the other's company all the same.

"I'll be right back! Is there anything else you want?"

He smiled and waved her away. "No. Drive carefully."

"Okay! See you later then!"

The lock clicked shut. Devi had gone to pick up some things at the supermarket.

Nny smiled at the door and sat down on the couch, drifting into a trance-like state.

His mind was blank.

He was floating, drifting around like so many pieces of confetti on a windy day.

He was calm.

He was the epithet of tranquillity.

"What's this, Nny? You're calm?"

Johnny was snapped out of his calm place on the living room couch. "What? Who the hell is this?"

"Me? No one you need to worry about yet."

He looked around, angry at the intruder for destroying his peace. "Yes, I do. WHO ARE YOU? Why ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?"

"I told you, don't worry about me!"

"I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW! TELL ME BEFORE I STRANGLE YOU WITH A PHONE CORD, CHOP YOU INTO LITTLE BITS AND FEED YOU TO THE SHARKS! WHO ARE YOU!"

"Ha! You, kill me? You couldn't, mortal. No one can. Let me introduce myself. I am Death. By the way, what sharks? There's no ocean near here."

"Death? What the fu - ..."

"Yes. I'm Death. And I'm here to gather you!"

"Wha - no. I've already died once, and I do have to say it wasn't a very pleasant trip."

"Come on, think about it, Nny. The big picture. Death is merely the completion of life! The cherry on top. The icing on the cake. The whole cheese-filled chalupa. You've ended so many lives, you must have some semblance of knowledge as to what I'm talking about."

"No! I know what you're trying to do. You're just a voice. Besides, I don't think I could die, even if I wanted to! How the hell do you think I'm back here! I may know what you're talking about, but I don't necessarily agree that ending my own life is something I should look forward to."

"You don't have a choice, Nny. You will come. You're my slave, you know? Like a master/laborer deal."

"NEWSFLASH, DEATH! I AM A SLAVE TO NO ONE! I JUST GOT DONE WITH THAT AND I'M ENJOYING IT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"

"You're always a slave to something..."

"NO! SHIT! NEVER! I HATE YOU! GET THE FUCK OUT! NOW!" His peace-time shot to hell, Nny went into a senseless rage, looking furiously around for something that could be Death.

If possible, Death's voice grew colder with every word he spoke.

"Too bad, Nny. I love you guys, you and Devi. And if you don't come willingly..."

Death let a suspense-filled pause fill the room.

"... we're going to have to do this the hard way."

End Chapter Two
So, what did you all think? Sorry if the writing's a bit off. I'm so depressed right now...

This chapter is dedicated to the only real friend who went away. Two days ago. Nice timing, right?

Read and review, won't you? It'll make me feel better... I think...

Posted 2:25 a.m. 2/16/05'