It made no fucking sense at all, but it happened. Somehow I had allowed this shit to blow up in my face, the entire thing! I guess now I'll have to deal with the consequences alone…

- JOHNNY C, A.K.A. "NNY"


Curiosity Didn't Kill the Cat, I Did (corny, no?)

Nny had woken up as soon as the sun rose, a bitter sleep that he still held some detesting thoughts for. He slept in his own home, being just a volunteer in the crazy house. He spent most of his times either there, or killing assholes. He smiled at the thought of sawing off yet another cheerleader's legs. It was twisted and evil in that dank, dark little house, number 777. He had come back from his failed little 'vacation.' When he knew at last he couldn't quiet become as emotionless as Mr. Samsa, he returned home to find little Squee gone, and the doughboys, as well as that annoying little hamburger man silent. So maybe part of his goal was fulfilled. He didn't seem to be a flusher anymore. He wasn't told to kill, he just did it. It was odd though, he was never caught. Like it was his purpose to kill the people who fucked up by being cruel, detestable, goblins who crushed the dreams of others. "Another boring day." Nny spoke starring at the rising sun. He dragged his body from the beat-up couch, rock hard and lumpy. His arm was sore and he felt like a tired old man. Cracking his fingers and strode across the room in a pair of long, gray pajamas and an old, black t-shirt reading 'Z?'. He changed into a random outfit, though he always wore his long boots, and a trench coat he managed to get like the one he wore while in Hell. His house wasn't the most pleasant place to be. He made his was outside, not bothering to lock his door, and kicked the dirt around his sign, "keep off the loose soil" as he watched some children ride down the road. He pretended not to feel their stares.

Deep in the heart of the city, headphones blocking out the nails-on-blackboard sounds of the people, Nny sat eating his bagel and watching pigeons nearly escape death by car. He was on his way to the asylum like he was most days now. There really was nothing to do, unless someone pissed him off. He could feel the cool metal of the half sheathed knife fashioned to his thigh. The clerk frowned when he come over with Nny's bill. He had bleached hair, muscled, and in a generally bad mood. He slammed it on the table edge and stalked off throwing his apron on the counter. "I'm on break!" He shot into the backroom. He stormed from the area, Nny watching him move across the street, sinking into a bench and lighting up a cigarette. That cool metal was calling again, making cold chills on his flesh. He paid for the bagel and left. Crossed the street. Stood at the light. Waited… waiting was so boring. Waiting was as bad as sleeping. Nothing to progress the idiotic tendencies of human life, just at a standstill. The light flickered but remained red halting his movement as cars sped past, far over the limit, and completely ignored by lazy cops with doughnuts and coffee behind him. Then there was a tap on his shoulder. "Hey man, got a smoke?" Nny heard as he turned slightly to a the red-eyed clerk from the café.

"Sorry, don't smoke." Nny said turned back to watch the unchanging light.

There was a growl, and a low "Yeah, right. Goth chemhead," he mumbled under his breath. Nny's eye twitched and the cool metal felt burning hot. Cool the blade, soak it in cold blood. The clerk had walked into a back alley, dark and quiet. Nny smirked. His opportunity had arrived. He was planning on seeing Squee and eating some of the nut house's lunch.

"I can be late." He cocked his head to one side, fingers tracing the edge of the trench coat, delight of death lacing his crooked smile.


The while walls of the lunch hall were as sterile as his room and the offices. Retards drooling, pills being shoved down random throats by nurses longing to go back to sitting at their desk doing absolutely nothing. A nurse, slightly over weight, graying hair, and a big smile walked over to Squee. A tray of food resembling a school lunch was brought over. "Here you are." She said sitting the unappetizing meal before him. Green Jell-O, a sandwich of most likely bologna, and a cup of water with a pill beside it. She made sure that Squee saw it. Like all other patients, he being one of the few willing, had to take this little white pill. It was like ADHD medication or something. He didn't much care. He flicked the pill down his throat along with the water and sat sadly, numbly starring at the walls. "I guess he's not coming today."
Two men in gray uniforms stood with guns against his back. The knife had been driven through the victims jaw. It was seen through his gaping mouth as it broke the mouth's roof and was forced into the brain. The blade shown with blood in the sunlight through the man's wide open mouth that at one point had been screaming.

He couldn't help but laugh. It stared out slow and low then burst into a rolling on the ground, dieing laughter. He held his sides as the police officers watched with confused faces. Between glances to one another their eyes screamed out, 'He's insane!"

"It's all over. The lucks run dry. It's not my purpose anymore…" He slowed the laugh and watched the blood run over his hands, covered with the filth of human fluids. "Kill on your own will, not others. Don't be a flusher. But isn't it a purpose telling me to kill, am I still slave to this shit?" He tone changed into fury. "AM I?" He spun to the cops, arms in the air, red faced. Glass tears fell to the ground. "I swore I'd never be a flusher again. I swore I'd become like Mr. Samsa too. I swore a lot, I swore that one day my killing spree would stop, that I'd calm down. Maybe start something with Devi." He sunk to his knees and covered his head. "I'm such a fuck up. I'm the biggest fuck up of all. Guess it's time I died too…"


Haha, look I actually found time to work on this. Yes, I'm the laziest girl you'll ever meet ; . But I updated. So please, please review this shit… I know its not the best I probably can do, but I'm working on it between chapters for my creative writing final where I have to write a book. Yeah, like you care about my life. Any way I'll try to get in one more chapter before the end of spring break. Cya!

note btw if your just slow.. the opening in italics is like a foreshadowing quote kinda thing... thx to me reading shatter glass with a quote starting each chapter... yeah its a great book go read it.