Under the Falling Moon
by: Bonez aka HappyNoodleGurl
A Fogged Up Reflection
"NOW do you want to call me a skinny-fag!?! HUH!?!" screamed Nny as he shoved a sharpened knife through the stomach of some bald guy chained to the wall. Blood spewed out of the wound, as he dragged the knife down from the guy's stomach to his groin.
The random man yelled louder and louder in pain as his bowels rolled out of his freshly cut skin onto the floor. "I----I'M SOOOOORYY! GOD HELP ME!!" Wept the half-dead guy as Nny turned around coldly, leaving him to die. Walking towards the stairs, he paused for a moment. "There is nothing that can help you," he sneered and walked up the stairs to the upper levels.
Passing the different rooms, people chained to places, nailed to things, hooked up to gadgets unimaginable cried and begged for help and forgivness, but Nny just smiled and ignored them as usual. Finally opening the door to the first floor, he ran to the bathroom sink and switched on the hot water.
Washing the crimson blood from his hands and face, he stared at his reflection in the cracked mirror. A tall, skinny Hispanic man stood staring back, one without any sense of love or affection. Nny couldn't remember much of anything, except the recent events between the Doughboys, Nailbunny, the wall and Devi.
He sighed at the thought of Devi. She was probably one of the VERY limited things he cared about, the other one being the paranoid kid that lived next door. But he fucked that relationship up, didn't he? He felt more control over himself than ever, but there was still something holding him back. Something that he couldn't explain.
He wanted to advance in life: To become emotionless. Especially after the "Devi" incident, he didn't want to feel or get attached to anyone or anything. It had been two days since he came back from the "vacation" he had, if a vacation is what you want to call it. Yes, he still killed many, many people on his leave to the North, but he was still killing.
Steam from the water had started fogging up his mirror, and he sighed as he withdrew his hands from the burning water. Face and hands clean, he walked to the living room and threw himself of the couch. He stared at the cracked ceiling, tracing the aged lines until Rev. Meat coughed.
"Johnny? Did you kill that filthy man?" Nny glanced at the talking Bub's Burger Boy with one of those 'leave-me-alone' expressions. "Why would you want to know?" Reverend Meat chuckled as he held the fat burger high in the air. "Because, I want to know if you enjoyed it. I've never met anyone so starved as you! You know how hard it is to find something you like?"
Not knowing to take it as a complement or insult, Nny sat up and stared at the fat lil meaty guy and sighed. "And that's how I want to keep it, I don't care for anything or desire to." Meat was not happy with Nny's statement. "NO! You need to FEEL your victims deaths! Get attached, and find a gratifying FEELING as you massacre them!"
Nny jumped up and balled his hands into fists. "Listen Mr. Meat man! I JUST got done getting tossed around by Mr. Fuck and Psycho-Doughboy, so FUCK off!" Storming out the front door, Reverend Meat still called to him. "DON'T FORGET TO ENJOY YOURSELF!" Nny stomped down the dark early morning street even more pissed off at the last smart-ass comment the fat- burger boy had just made. "Asshole......" he thought, walking towards the closest 24/7 to him. ------------------------------
A/N: Hmm....I dunno, should I continue this fic or not? Does it suck so far? I tried to keep Nny as close to character as possible, but it's also 3:20am so my judgement is probably impared. X_X Anywhoo....please review and I'm going to bed now. Later.
~*~Bonez~*~
A Fogged Up Reflection
"NOW do you want to call me a skinny-fag!?! HUH!?!" screamed Nny as he shoved a sharpened knife through the stomach of some bald guy chained to the wall. Blood spewed out of the wound, as he dragged the knife down from the guy's stomach to his groin.
The random man yelled louder and louder in pain as his bowels rolled out of his freshly cut skin onto the floor. "I----I'M SOOOOORYY! GOD HELP ME!!" Wept the half-dead guy as Nny turned around coldly, leaving him to die. Walking towards the stairs, he paused for a moment. "There is nothing that can help you," he sneered and walked up the stairs to the upper levels.
Passing the different rooms, people chained to places, nailed to things, hooked up to gadgets unimaginable cried and begged for help and forgivness, but Nny just smiled and ignored them as usual. Finally opening the door to the first floor, he ran to the bathroom sink and switched on the hot water.
Washing the crimson blood from his hands and face, he stared at his reflection in the cracked mirror. A tall, skinny Hispanic man stood staring back, one without any sense of love or affection. Nny couldn't remember much of anything, except the recent events between the Doughboys, Nailbunny, the wall and Devi.
He sighed at the thought of Devi. She was probably one of the VERY limited things he cared about, the other one being the paranoid kid that lived next door. But he fucked that relationship up, didn't he? He felt more control over himself than ever, but there was still something holding him back. Something that he couldn't explain.
He wanted to advance in life: To become emotionless. Especially after the "Devi" incident, he didn't want to feel or get attached to anyone or anything. It had been two days since he came back from the "vacation" he had, if a vacation is what you want to call it. Yes, he still killed many, many people on his leave to the North, but he was still killing.
Steam from the water had started fogging up his mirror, and he sighed as he withdrew his hands from the burning water. Face and hands clean, he walked to the living room and threw himself of the couch. He stared at the cracked ceiling, tracing the aged lines until Rev. Meat coughed.
"Johnny? Did you kill that filthy man?" Nny glanced at the talking Bub's Burger Boy with one of those 'leave-me-alone' expressions. "Why would you want to know?" Reverend Meat chuckled as he held the fat burger high in the air. "Because, I want to know if you enjoyed it. I've never met anyone so starved as you! You know how hard it is to find something you like?"
Not knowing to take it as a complement or insult, Nny sat up and stared at the fat lil meaty guy and sighed. "And that's how I want to keep it, I don't care for anything or desire to." Meat was not happy with Nny's statement. "NO! You need to FEEL your victims deaths! Get attached, and find a gratifying FEELING as you massacre them!"
Nny jumped up and balled his hands into fists. "Listen Mr. Meat man! I JUST got done getting tossed around by Mr. Fuck and Psycho-Doughboy, so FUCK off!" Storming out the front door, Reverend Meat still called to him. "DON'T FORGET TO ENJOY YOURSELF!" Nny stomped down the dark early morning street even more pissed off at the last smart-ass comment the fat- burger boy had just made. "Asshole......" he thought, walking towards the closest 24/7 to him. ------------------------------
A/N: Hmm....I dunno, should I continue this fic or not? Does it suck so far? I tried to keep Nny as close to character as possible, but it's also 3:20am so my judgement is probably impared. X_X Anywhoo....please review and I'm going to bed now. Later.
~*~Bonez~*~