Chapter Four

The Man with a Noose

HDM: dun dun dun, what will happen in this fun filled chapter? Find out yourself and stop reading this memo you baboons!! I've decided to keep it all in 1st POV of Pepito or Squee, depending on the chapter...now read!!

I awaken in a living room quite the opposite of mine. There's mold growing on the roof and the couch I'm laying on is all bumpy. The room is dark and dank with a horrible odor. My head feels really compressed and it feels like my brain is pounding against my skull. "Where...am I?" I mutter aloud. I hear footsteps from afar. The floorboards creak under my host's weight as the creaking gets louder and louder. I look for an escape, but I'm strapped to the couch!! I start to panic, a million thoughts rushed through my brain. I'm greeted with a mere voice behind this shroud of darkness, "Well, the Devil's Son pays a lock a inopportune visit..."

Out from the darkness steps forward a lanky, sickly man but doesn't show any signs of ageing. His black and highlighted dark blue hair hides his dark and rimmed eyes. He wears a black trench coat and San Franciscan boots. He walks closer, revealing more of his face. Poised in his thin hand is a sharp cleaver that is rusted with a scarlet color. My eyes widen at the sight, it's the neighbor next to Todd! The one the deities despise for his lack of sanity for being a waste lock! It's.... Johnny C.

"Pepito...you have ten words or less to tell me why you were collapse on my loose lawn..." the madman threaten. I silently laugh in my head, there are reasons why I'm not on his good side (actually no one but Todd is really on Nny's good side). He knew full well I couldn't die because I'm a deity so I used it to my advantage. I did was what typical kids did their crazy neighbors, threw rocks at doors, scream obscenities, toilet paper the house, and egg the car. He would try all of his tactics, come in my room at night, drown me, electrocute me, the occasional throwing crosses at my head in public (that was a funny reaction), everything you could possibly, or not possibly, think of he did.

"Um, drunk?" I said with a cocky smile. That made him even more pissed because his eye twitched a little and stepped closer. "You have no fragrance of alcohol or drugs, try again." I looked around, trying to find an excuse. "Um, bad date?" He maniacally laughed then pointed the cleaver at me. "Since WHEN did you ever date, Pepito? HAHAHA!" he spat. I redden at the comment; it's true I don't have much luck in that field. "One more chance..." he sneered. "Honestly...I don't really give a damn" I spat, "Even if you could kill me, I would beckon the offer." For once, Johnny actually lowered his weapon and just stared at me. His eyes, looking through them you can see how deranged and smart he is.

"Pepito..." he starts to ask, "Did you get into a fight with a bum?" I look at him; in all seriousness he asks me if I rumbled a ragged homeless man!? "NO! I didn't fight a bum!!" I yell and he looked relieved. "Phew! I thought you got rabies from him or something!!" he exclaims; I just shake my head. "It's nothing, Johnny, it's just about a kid I know..." I start for the door. "Does it by any chance be Squee?" I hear behind me. Even his nickname sends shivers down my spine. "How did you know?" I whisper. "Because you're the only thing he talks about." he says matter-of-factly. I whip my head around and stare at the madman. "What?"

Basically, Todd has been going to Johnny's house for the last couple of weeks to escape his parents. I guess the 'scary neighbor man' doesn't affect Todd anymore. Johnny got me a drink from his aging refrigerator. Johnny claims Todd speaks about a lot things but it always accumulates me into the story. A time of when Brie and I coaxed Todd into tarring the seniors' cars and then throwing on chicken feathers. Times Myra busted us out of jail claiming she was our parental guardian...and then whacking us for doing the stupid shyt that we got in trouble for. Times when Todd would sneak and knock on my window for him to come in because his dad locked him out.

"Johnny, am I a monster?" I ask him. "Of course you are..." he says bluntly, "But so am I, so that's that!" I just shake my head. "Look at me, I'm a fucking beast; I have horns to add icing on the cake!" I exclaim. "Look at me, Pepito, Deep down inside I'm so fucking ugly it's disgusting! Although there are others who are monstrosities compared to me, I am still ugly inside and out." he explained. "How can you be so down on yourself without letting it take a toll on you?" I questioned. He pointed to the corner of the room labeled 'Suicide Corner'. It has arsenal to start a small war. He also showed me 'Mr. Happy Pills!' that he keeps in his pocket. That explains a bit...

"Pepito, you may not realize it, but Todd regards you like fucking Jesus." Nny states, "I don't see it but he admires you and he believes you'll protect him from harm." I shuffle my feet in place. "He sees me as a monster..." I mumble. "Oh, the act you pulled with those kids? Nice job, by the way." Nny smiled a psychotic grin that would make normal men shriek. "He was frightened of your power but I don't think he'll think of you as a monster." I look at him, for a homicidal maniac he does have sound advise...aside for complimenting me on the gore fest.

"I'm, just afraid that he won't accept me..." I say to the dark man. "Are you? Are you afraid of his acceptance or are you really afraid of accepting yourself?" he asks me. I look at him, completely speechless. Am I afraid of what I am, or my destiny? Am I afraid to hold my throne as Son of Damnation, my father's wrath, or do I view myself as the monster and not Todd? Nny put away the cleaver and just looks at the clock. "Maybe, you should meet Todd at your door." he hinted at me. I thank him and run out the door.

I run around to the back door to get in my house but I stopped dead in my tracks. Collapsed on the ground lay Todd, whimpering in the harsh night's cold. I see a scarlet liquid drizzle down from his mouth. Black and Blue bruises appear on his arms and face. I kneel down on the ground and I gasp for air. Tears run down my eyes as I hold his frail body against my own. "Oh muh-my God Todd! Wha-what ha-happened to-to you!" I gasp. He cracks his eyes and gives out a whimper. "I...was late..." I bury my face into his chest and cry for him. I can feel tears glistening down his face. "Pepito, I'm sorry..." he gasps, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Oh Christ he's worried about mine when his fucking father beat him stupid!! I held him close in my arms and kept repeating the words "It's okay" in his ear.

I cradled him into my room; careful not to disturb anyone who was still asleep. I carefully placed him on my bed and ran into the bathroom to get the medical kit. He sat himself up when I came back into the room. "I'll need you to take off your shirt so I can clean your wombs." I said, blushing slightly. Luckily he didn't notice and so he obliged. I helped him unbutton and take off his shirt. I would love to unbutton the shirt with my teeth I thought darkly but I can't let my horny devil side get to me now. God he's so beautiful, aside from the bruises he could portray a Greek god. I'm too low to even witness his perpetual beauty.

I cleaned up his wombs as carefully as I could, trying not to hurt him. I wrapped clean bandages around his arms and chest. "Pepito..." he asks, "Thank you for doing this, you didn't have to you know..." I look at him and just shake my head. "Of course I do, you're my friend..." I say, with a tint of despair in my voice. He also looks a bit sad but he quickly smiles. I dig under my bed to find the remote and I turn on my T.V. Up comes Dogma, one of my favorite movies. The thought of killer angels and horny prophets puts a warm feeling in my heart. Todd seems to be enjoying it as well. "Pepito, do you think there is a God like that?" he asks. "I guess so, it depends on your religion I guess..." I replied. "What if...you don't have a religion? Do you just die and that's it?" he asks. "I think there's a place for everyone..." I say to him, hoping to satisfy his questioning.

I'm so close to him; he smells so good from here. A million devilish thoughts run across my brain. I can feel my cheeks getting redder. He turns to me and just looks at me. I look at him as well, he's so...perfect. He's so helpless and so...unloved. Am I the one that will give him the love he needs? I'm a being of pure hatred...can I even love? Do I want to love? I long for someone for so long, is he the one that will rid me of this longing? "Why...why did you cry?" he asks me. He touches my running makeup on my cheek. I blush when he touched me. "I...was worried..." I lied...actually it's the half-truth.

I touch his hand, timid though of what he may think. He grips my hand, like a child does with his mother. My yellowish hand with black nail polish against his peach pigmented hand. I can feel an urge to lock lips with his. I want to stick my tongue down his throat and another dirty things. A feeling of lust and love sweeps across my body. His soft brown eyes melt into my red eyes. We come closer and closer to each other. "Is it okay?" he whispered, "to do this?" I look at him. "We're already damned, so why not?" I reply with a grin and he laughs. We are so close, so close to taste his lips. I'm so...tempted...

End of Chapter Four

HDM: yess, a cliffy!!!!!!! ::gets pegged in the head by a shoe:: .;;;; I thought it fell in pretty well!! Tomorrow or Wed. I will post pics of Pepito and Squee on my homepage; just click on my name and you'll see a link. Well, see ya in the next chapter!

Advise: If you go into a strange and crazy man's house, don't ask, "What's that smell?"