by StarWolf
6/15/2005
Title: Volition
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Rating: R
Genre: Horror.
Pairing: None, really. Maybe ScriabinxEdgar in a REALLY fucked up way.
Warnings: MINDFUCK.
Disclaimer: Jhonen's and Zarla's.
Distribution: Zarla may do whatever she likes with it. The rest of you can't. :B
Summary: Christ knows how we get to be here.
Author's Notes: For Zarla. A remix of her diaryfic, "Violation."
FFN's formatting sucks; read it here instead -- www . contrains . net /
starwolf / volition.rtf
Summary from "Wife By Two Thousand" by Sneaker Pimps. Spot the other song references!
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( when edgar dreams he flips the switch but the light stays off )
"I am not doing this because I want to. He told me to do it."
and it burns at four hundred and fifty one degrees fahrenheit doesnt it edgar DOESNT IT EDGAR IT DOES WHY DONT YOU TRY IT
oh wait you already have
"Friday, January thirteenth."
it could be 1984
( the walls look like rolls of extra-thick paper towels when the room is spinning )
i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish
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( edgar reaches down to pet the cat and stroke his soft fur and scratch his ears and then the cat unravels )
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would you let me out edgar if it wrote it backwards on the inside of a glass frozen-aisle door would you edgar would you listen no you wouldnt you fucking bastard
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oh stop it using ellipses too much doesnt make you sound sophisticated
( i wanna be free like the bluebird butterflies )
"I don't need any help."
thats what you i we think
edgar edgar stop it the oven the cookies you didnt put them in at the right temperatereusr teh ouhsoe ti s burniginingggg what htefujc are ryou doing edagera egaesfar yuo ntede to stop tsptosptopsot pSOTPSOTPSOTPSTOPST
( there is a spoon but there is no eyeball anymore )
"They had it coming."
yes its so easy to say that isnt it
( "so much blood for such a tiny little hole" )
"I thought I had his number taped to the fridge."
his subconscious wants no part in his nightmares but he it has no choice it's needed by default
STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME LIKE THAT EDGAR I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T STOP IT I'LL--
' --call the cops, we need to start an investigation right awa-- '
dear die-ary paper,
today i learned that i cant trust myself
love, me
"I seem to have lost my mind."
the lord giveth and the lord taketh away edgar
( when he's so hungover that his glasses can't help him see, he'll stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the plaster )
when the butterflies ignite, their colours burn away and all thats left are the empty frames of former-wings
you really are a sick, fucking bastard, edgar
and i dont know what that makes me
"I know you know--"
shut up edgar
