Here's Your Letter

A JtHM FanFiction

By Nyx (NightNyx)

Notes - Hello, everyone, and welcome to the third chapter of Here's Your Letter.　It's actually quite amazing it's come this far 'cause it was originally intended to be another shitty one-shot. But here I am, typing the third chapter!

So I'm not actually as happy as I may sound. Who cares, though? Caffeine does weird things to me...

Disclaimer - No, I do NOT own JtHM or the song Here's Your Letter by the lovely Blink 182 (attempts to kidnap Tom). Heh... Both are REALLY heavily copyrighted but do I care? No, 'cause I'm using them anyways. If you don't like it go somewhere else. I like strawberries. Yes, I know my head is on fire...

WARNING - If ANYONE attempts to kidnap this story I shall beat them up or simply let Jeremy (ew!) loose on their heads. This story, as of this point in time, is my LIFE. So leave me alone. Or else... lifts trap on Jeremy's cage

Chapter Three - Play Crack The Sky (Moshi Moshi?)
It burned.

She knew that much, at least, the stinging sensation merely serving as a feeble reminder that she was alive for at least this long. Her hands were bound behind her and her feet were tied to a stake, shoved mercilessly into the cold soil that seemed such a sharp contrast to the heat of the bright fire.

Devi wriggled her hands, desperately trying to get free while she still had the chance. She knew that if she could escape soon enough, she could break through the wall of fire suffering only first-degree burns. But if it came in any closer... she visibly shuddered to think of what would happen if it did, indeed, come down to that.

The purple-haired girl opened her green eyes and was only slightly shocked to see that the well had moved in closer. The blaze was astounding, seeming to reach all the way up to the stars and go back down. Raven of the night was interrupted jarringly by a white inferno, a stark black-and-white contrast in her line of vision. Tearing her eyes away sharply, she focused on the problem at hand. The rope was tied in a way that made her struggles tighten it and bind her further to her stake.

This seems alot like the Salem Witch Trials, she mused, closing her eyes to shield them against the heat. Devi was quite unusually calm for someone who was facing death in the face.

You're right. It does, doesn't it? A voice echoed in her head. She felt the heat get hotter as the circle moved ever inward, encasing her in a fiery haze no one could possibly see through.

What the... who the hell are you? the purple haired girl asked, snapping open her eyes and spinning her head wildly, but to no avail. The disembodied voice seemed as if it didn't belong to any physical body.

Names, names. A name is merely a label; it doesn't really tell who you are. Let's not get too formal here. Besides, if you're going to die anyw - ooh! Watch out there, it's getting a little close...

Devi looked down only to find the fire lapping like hellish waves at the base of the wooden stake. She attempted to pull her feet back, but finally the fire caught onto the hem of her trenchcoat and began its rapid descent upward.

"No!" she screamed, twisting and turning in a futile attempt at life. But the fire either didn't notice or simply didn't care about her state of panicked distress and decided to burn the bottoms of her shoes.

Didn't I just tell you? It's futile. You're going to die here, helpless and alone. And guess who set the fire?

"NO!" she screamed, even as the fire burned her legs mercilessly. She knew what the 'voice' was getting at. "It wouldn't! It couldn't be!"

Oh, but you know it is. He's killing you, Devi dearest, burning you alive. And all this time you thought he changed... how quaint.

The fire reached her arms and as her skin bubbled and popped like boiling water she howled in sheer agony, letting her head drop down onto her chest. She admitted defeat and let the fire consume her.

Hey Devi, do you understand what I'm trying to say to you?

It caught and sparked in her hair, burning her scalp, but she was too far gone by now to even care. She was in a state of painless lucidity, hanging on her post as she was. A burning effigy of all that had come to pass up to that point.

Devi's last thought? - Bye, Nny.

Tears slipped down her face silently and dissolved with small sizzles into the all-consuming fire.

Oops! You're dead!

A single tear was seen falling down her face before the fire roared higher and she was swallowed whole.

When the end came, she welcomed it.

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This time, it was Devi who woke up screaming and crying. The dream had seemed so real this time, nothing like the last few nights. Everyone was so stressed now, including her. Nny would go off on tangents for hours at a time, then disappear randomly and not come back until early morning. Tenna would go raving all night and come back in the morning, covered in sweat and drunk as ever. Squee spent more and more time at Pepito's house, but that could simply be a normal behavior pattern. It had been three years sicne then, and the ten year old Squee had grown into a gothic teenager. Considering his circumstances, she mused, I'd want to live at my friends' houses too. Squee's (Todd's) mother had died a little over a year ago, and Todd had only his father left. And God knows how much HE cares.

The green-eyed girl wiped her tears from her eyes and swept her now-longish violet hair behind her ears. It had gotten much longer in the years since the apartment incident. The floor where the oil paints were spilled, albeit accidentally, she had paid for. Tenna still lived there, and Devi was finally in the process of moving in with Nny. Of course they weren't sharing a bed, and that might have made her a prude if not for the fact that the relationship that she and Johnny shared was far different than the ones that the rest of mankind shared.

Devi sat back a bit, leaning for support on the back of the couch. As they did frequently, her thoughts drifted to Nny and what he could be doing. He swore he had given up manslaughter and the killing, but she wasn't so sure. Nny had been set in his ways for so long, who knew if the homicidal tendencies still remained. And she of all people knew how hard it was to be fixed after you'd been broken for so long.

Hercellphone rang, shocking her out of her Nny-reverie. Almost sluggishly, she moved over to the small table near the door and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Devi?" a voice whispered, almost nonexistent through the faulty telephone lines.

"Todd? Is... Is that you?" Devi spoke into the phone loudly.

"Squee! Shh! Please, Devi, he might hear you!"

"Todd? Who might hear? Todd, what's happening!" she whispered worriedly, getting the faintest sense that something was terribly wrong with this late-night call. Not that getting a call from your pre-adolescent next-door neighbor wasn't scary in itself.

"My dad. He's home, with this... woman, and he's drunk, and he's hurting her, and... SQUEE! Devi, come help!"

Loud noises erupted from Squee's end of the line, causing him to make a sharp noise in habitual fear. A gunshot. Then the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.

"DEVI! He shot her! My dad shot her! She's... oh my God, she's dead..."

"Shh, Squee, stay quiet. You don't want him to find you. Stay on the line with me, I have to find Nny. He'll help. I don't think there's much I could do on my own."

Devi stood up abruptly and, without grabbing anyhing but slipping on her black Chuck Taylors, headed for the door with Squee connected to her through her cell. She opened the door to immediately find Nny, on the front porch about to unlock the door, with two Cherry Doom brainfreezies in his hands. One look at her face and the cellphone attached to her ear instinctively told him something was terribly wrong.

"Devi?" he began to say, but a phone was pressed to his ear. A loud shouting erupted from it almost instantaneously.

"Todd? Todd, where are you? Daddy's not gonna hurt you... no he won't..."

Soft whimpering was heard. Johnny looked to his right, off his front porch, and saw Squee's house dark except for the front room. A dark substance splattered the single window in the sparsely decorated room.

"Please... Nny Help... Dad, he's coming... he killed that woman, and now he's coming to get me..."

A loud shout of "TODD!" exploded from both the house and the phone. "I KNOW YOU'RE HERE, DAMMIT! COME TO DADDY, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Nny spoke quickly, knowing there was little-to-no time left for one Todd Casil. "Squee," he spoke into the phone, "stay quiet. Devi, stay at the house. Squee's going to be over here in a minute. I'm coming, Squeegee. Don't worry."

With that, he tossed the phone to Devi and dashed as fast as humanly possible across his front yard and slipped in through the front door. He was now in Squee's house.

Enraged howls and crashes emerged from the dark upstairs. Swiftly and silently, he followed the noises until he reached to top of the stairs. Then the noises stopped. He slunk closer and closer to Squee's room, where he knew he had to be, and looked in. There was Squee's dad, holding a knife over something. "Now Todd, Daddy's not going to hurt yo-ou..."

The 'something', which Johnny now knew to be Todd, lashed out voluntarily and struck Mr. Casil in the jaw. It was quick work for Johnny to run over and get the deranged man in a headlock after that. "Squeegee?"

Todd emerged from under the blanket where he had been hiding, and Johnny felt a rush of anger. Not at the tears Squee was involutarily shedding, but at the blood. It was streaming from open wounds and abrasions all over his body. He tightened his grip and let out a feral growl. "Did..." Johnny could barely control his anger. "Did he do that to you?"

Todd merely nodded once, yes, and let his head hang down lower. Somewhere around ground level, a voice screamed. "TODD? TODD, WHERE ARE YOU!"

"You called Pepito?" Nny asked, still struggling to keep his rage under control. This was helped by the fact that Mr. Casil was turning purple. "Good. He can take you to my place. Devi'll be there. Go now."

Todd gave one last dejected nod before he walked past the dead woman and past his father sadly, giving him a hate-laden glare as he did so.. "Bye, 'Dad'," he growled, "see you in Hell." And with those words, Squee left and turned his father over to Johnny, who wasn't in the least unhappy anymore.

Cliff-Hanger

So ends yet another chapter of Here's Your Letter. I'm sick (physically and mentally) again, and am feeling extremely shitty and depressed. Yes, at the same time. Maybe review will make me feel better?

THIS chapter is dedicated to a reviewer of mine, The gone kitty cat, who was pressured off of by some dumb bitches who decided her stories weren't good enough for them. She's only twelve, people, give her a break! I mean, I'm only thirteen myself, and I've been flamed twice by dumbasses who think they're so smart for assuming that I would go so low as to plagiarize off of other people! I would never do that! Only people who are desperate enough to have people they don't even KNOW review and say they liked something would do that; it's sad. But back to The gone kitty cat's dilemma - you shouldn't be pressured into leaving something you love. FanFiction is supposed to be a place where you can express your feelings, no matter how you write or who you're writing for. It's not - or shouldn't be - like school, a place where you get pressured every single day by your peers into being or doing something you don't want to or are not. It sucks. So here's to you, The gone kitty cat, no matter if you're still here or not. (By the way, I didn't review for your stories, but I did like them alot.)

Tragically Yours,

Nyx (NightNyx)

By the way, sorry SeldomSorrow, I haven't emailed you in a while have I chica? I couldn't find the picture of Natsumi, but when I do, I'll send it to you. What did you think of this chapter? Love ya chickie!