Disclaimer: Johnnnny Johnnnny Johnnny, Me no own:( Sadly.

8/26/06: Hey guys, Sorry this one took so long. I wrote the first part like a week ago haha. But then school started, sooo.. here it is!

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"Nny? Nny, what are you doing?"

"Immortalizing the moment."

"Um...Look, I had a really nice time tonight, but I'm sort of sensing a downward shift. So I'll be leaving now."

"No! You don't understand; I'm happy! I cant let you go we've begun something lovely, and, as with all things that start, it, inevitably, ends! The beginning is always so fine! But decay soon follows, a degeneration into the tired old situation, the rot sets in. This way, there is only the beauty of the start!"

"Shit! Stay away! I'm leaving and I don't want you coming near me!"

"I can't let you leave, Devi I want you always in my mind, happiness it such a rare thing."
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"Mmmm... Devi, don't leave...please...Devi don't go... I luh..."
A slight stirring in the room caused Johnny's eyes to shoot open. His gaze soon met another,

"Geez Squee, you scared me there."

"S-sorry Johnny," Nny shot a glare at the young boy, "I mean- Nny."

"It's alright," A smile plastered on his face.

God, Maybe that's why I hate sleep.

"Nny?"

"Yes, Squee?"

"Who...Who's Devi?"
Johnny looked at the young boy through watery eyes.

"Why do you ask?"

"You were calling out her name while you slept.. She-She m-m-must have meant something to you." Squee mumbled.

"I guess you're right... She was...pretty much... the 'one that got away', Aw, forget what I just said, I don't mean to dump my problems on you."

"Its OK Nny, I want to know."
Johnny looked at Squee in shock.

"R-Really?"

"Yeah, after all... that's what friends do, they listen to each other. Well that's what me and Shmee do."

"For such a young boy you speak such wisdom, you should really be- Wait... Did you say friends?"

"Yeah."

"You, consider us, f-friends?"

"I-I guess, I mean, you always look out for me, kind of like the big brother I always w-wanted. Minus the killing of course."

"Friends? You consider us friends?"

"Unless you don't want me too, Please don't kill me!"
Squee's eyes begged with mercy.

"I'm not going to kill you Squee, I guess, I too think of you as the little brother I kind of.. sort of.. always wanted."
Squee gave out a sigh of relief.

"So?... What happened?"

"Well... I... I really liked her, so... I tried to kill her," Squee's eyes widened as Johnny spoke the words, "In the nicest possible sense of the word."

"Do you still like her?"

"Tremendously." Nny hung his head.

"Then you should go talk to her,"

"She probably wont... even talk to me."

"Then you do all the talking, let her hear you out."

"Hm, Yeah Squee, I think you're right. By the way, How do you contain so much wisdom in that tiny body of yours?"

"I have a heart as big as my head."

"Hm... that big huh?" Johnny joked, "Yeah, I think I'll go there now. Do you mind staying by yourself here?
Squee thought about the body in the next room and quickly shook his head.

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Devi laid in bed, her body covered with a thin layer of cold sweat. She never had a full nights sleep ever, since... the incident. She shot up in bed, as all of the blood rushed to her head. She closed her eyes, as she winced in pain.

Shit, I shouldn't have done that.

Her whole world was a little dizzy, as she rubbed her temples, trying to bring herself back down to earth. She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts, as she flung her legs over the side of the bed. Her elbows were placed against them, as she hid her face in her hands. A slight rustling at her window caused her to shoot her direction toward it. Having the blood rush back. She walked towards the window wobbly, as she peeked through the blinds.

Shit! SHIT! Please don't tell me its him! Anyone but him!

All Devi saw was a loose branch of the tree scraping against the window, and the wind running through the bushes planted outside of her house. After the incident, her friend decided to call a therapist for her. She thought it would help Devi with her problems. But how could they help her? They were never in a situation where they were almost killed by the one they loved.

Loved? Devi gave out a deep sigh, I can't lie to myself and say I didn't.

Planting flowers and such outside of her house was one of the things her therapist recommended. Though Devi wouldn't dare step outside, they had men in all white watching her the whole time.

Flashback

Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, as the men in white brought her closer to the door. She struggled and squirmed and put up as much of a fight as she could. But the two men were stronger than her, a lot stronger. She was inches away from the door, or so she thought, as she looked through watery eyes. One man reached for the doorknob, still grasping tightly onto her arm with one hand. Devi shot up, and kicked her feet up against the door, the two men's grips supporting her. They slowly backed away and tried opening the door again.

"No, NO! STOP IT! HE'S OUT THERE! I KNOW IT! I CAN FEEL HIM WATCHING ME!"

"Who's out there ma'am?"

"HIM."
The men paid no attention to her and opened the door. The bright sun crashing onto her face and warming her. She squinted her eyes, she hadn't been outside in ages. The men's grips finally loosened, as they blocked the door, forcing her to go outside. She looked back at them, biting her bottom lip, as they just nodded their head forward, as if to say "It's OK, we're here." She shook her head weakly, as she took her first step outside. The wind brushing against her bare skin gave her goosebumps. She trudged through the remains of her greenish-brown grass, where her therapist was standing. With a small hand shovel in hand, she gently gave it to Devi. Her hands trembled as she held the cold metal. Her therapist knelt down, as Devi followed her. Her pale knees touching the dirt. Her doctor showed her what to do, and as the time passed Devi began to enjoy it. Until... she could of sworn she saw him.

In the corner of her eye, she saw a thin shadowy figure. Much like the one that used to stand in the window of the bookstore, when she still worked there.
She quickly turned around to face him. He stood there, not moving, a small smile beginning to form. Devi got up off her knees, entranced in his presence. She took a step forward, and then another step, and another. She reached the sidewalk as a car passed in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Devi looked around frantically,

"Where is he? WHERE IS HE?" She shouted.

"Honey, Its OK, come with me, you're probably just seeing things." Her doctor cooed.

"NO! HE WAS HERE! I SAW HIM! WITH MY OWN EYES!"

"Ben, Bruce." The doctor nodded her head towards Devi, pulling out a needle. The two men just nodded as they walked towards her, their grips tight.

"No, NO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" Devi struggled to get free,"DON'T TOUCH M-"
Her doctor shoved the needle into her back, as she let the medicine flow in. Devi's body was limp in the men's grips, they carried her inside.

From a distance, he was watching. Watching every since detail, whispering to himself, "Oh Devi, what have they done to you?...What have I done to you?"
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Devi shook her head, she knew what she had saw that day. She saw it many times before, but why wasn't she frighten like she always was? She looked around her living room, a large piano sat in the middle. Another thing her doctor recommend was to take up an instrument. They didn't want her playing any small instruments in case she tried to "harm" herself. So they gave her a piano, Devi seemed to enjoy it. The notes were so beautiful, the songs just seemed to send her somewhere else. Over time she began to get better and better at it.

She strode over to the piano and took a seat. She placed her fingers against the cold keys, she took a deep breath as she pushed down. The simple chord tickled her insides, the chord subsided. She pressed down on the keys again, the chord subsided once more, as she finally picked up pace. The notes came easy to her as a song began to form, it whisked her away. Her thoughts and doubts were now gone.

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The night sky was dark as Nny and Squee walked down the sidewalk. They finally reached a house, it was small and broken down. They trudged through the dying grass and stopped at the window.

"Squee stay here-..." Johnny caught the faint sound of a piano, he pressed his ear against the window, It was louder inside.

Johnny herded Squee under the shade of the tree. The leaves shadows covering up all traces of the boy. Nny placed a finger to his lips as Squee shook his head. He made his way back to the window, he tugged lightly, it was locked. But that hadn't stopped him before. He placed the blade of a pocketknife at the bottom of the window, as he wiggled it open. The music was now louder than ever. Nny stayed perched on the windowsill. His knees at his shoulders, and his hands by his feet. The music soothed him, as he lightly rocked back and forth. The faint clicking of the keys came to a hault. As Devi's fingers no longer moved, the song may have ended, but she did not show any action to move.

"That was beautiful, Devi."
His voice sent chills down her spine.

I knew he'd come eventually.
She slowly turned around to face him.

"Nny."
She exhaled sharply, as their eyes finally met.

"Devi."
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And that's the end :) Hehehe Please review! Tell me what you think!

KuroiTama: Me too! I think Nny's cute I wouldn't mind living with him!... Then again that would be very dangerous haha

Moonliterider: Thannnnk youuu!

Sy: Hahaha I tried.

onlytomriddle: Haha I'll try to add more gruesome, promise! haha

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SqueekyPhr33k: It wouldnt be called Johnny the Homicidal Maniac if he was nice! It would be called... like.. Johnny the...nice person er something hahaha

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