10/14/06: Hello guys! I hope I'm not taking to long to update this. I worked on this instead of my essay :). That choice will probably bite me in the ass tomorrow. Anywho. Here it goes! Please review! You guys motivate me:)
Those bastards are going to pay. All of them. I'm going to wipe that smug look off their face. They'll see. They'll pay for messing with Johnny C.
My eyes are heavy. I can barely open them. I try to move my fingers. Nothing. I try once more. My fingers twitched, along with my hand. I work up enough strength to move my hand to my chest.
"I think he's waking up." I hear someone whisper. I don't know why they whisper. From the sound of breathing, there's only one other person in the room. I feel a hand touch my own. I flinch at the contact. I try my best not to spring up and skin them right on the spot. Their skin felt like a burning sensation against my own. I hate being touched. But somehow this time is different. I finally open my eyes. My vision is blurry. All I can make out is light. A figure comes before me. Now all I see is shadow. I try to rub my eyes. But it seems my arms gave out. I blink once or twice. It seems to help. I open my eyes again. Her green eyes meet mine. We stare at each other in silence. Our breathing making up for conversation.
"Are you ok?"
Her soothing voice frightens me. My immediate response would be to squirm away. But her eyes keep me in place. Her hot breath tickles my cheek, and sends chills down my spine. My mouth is dry. Words usually come so easy for me. They're now incredibly hard to get out. I shake my head. Reassuring her that I'm not retarded. My head is pounding. I place my hand on it. It's sensitive to my touch. I must have a bruise. I look back up at her. Her green eyes haven't left me, they're filled with worry. How can she show so much compassion? I haven't even met her before. Are all strangers like this? No. They can't be. All those people I killed weren't a tiny bit like her. She walks away. I want to tell her not to go. She fumbles with a cabinet. She's mumbling to herself. I stare at her back as she turns back around. She hands me a bag. Its cold. I'm not sure what to do with it. She squats down next to me and places her hand under mine, she lifts the bag towards my head. I look over at her. It all comes rushing back to me. The fight, the arrogant cop, and my rescuer. I ask her questions nonverbally. Do I know you? Why did you help me? Did I end up killing those guys? Who are you?
"I'm Devi."
She's read my mind.
"Do you have a name?"
She raises her eyebrows and lets out a little smile.
"Johnny." I reply. I can't even recognize my own voice. It cracks slightly.
"Johnny, huh? Can I call you Nny for short?"
I nod my head in agreement, "If you want to."
"Well then, Nny. What brings you to my bookstore?" She says it as a joke.
Bookstore? I looked around for the first time since I've regained consciousness. Shelves and shelves of books surround me.
"You own this place?"
"No… But I like to think of it as my home away from home. I lived here for a few months when I moved out of my parents to live with my boyfriend…."
Boyfriend. The word cuts me for some reason.
"… Or should I say ex-boyfriend. He kicked me out, I needed money, so I got a job at this wonderful place! It doesn't pay much. But.. It sheltered me. I have a small place of my own now."
I stare at her some more. I'm surprised I haven't lost interest yet.
"But enough about me.. What about you Nny?"
"Huh?"
"What do you like doing?"
I don't answer. But she looks like she wants to listen.
"There's not much to say about me….. I stay home 99 percent of the time…... For the other 1 percent I'm usually out… picking people who bug the shit out of me, taking them home and killing them."
Her eyes widen.
"Oh, and paint my wall with their blood, because if I don't an angry monster will come out of it and swallow me." I add hoping it would make her feel better.
She looks frightened.
"Hahaha," She replies bitterly, "If you're such a 'homicidal maniac' why didn't you beat the crap out of those bastards? I wish someone would. They come in here all the time. The big stupid one always tries to fondle me. Its quite disturbing."
My teeth clinch together, my hands form into fists. I look down at them, and slowly release my grip. Why was I so angry? I barely even know this girl. I can't care about her.
There's a small sound. Almost like a bell ringing. Then a door shutting. We both direct our attention towards it. She lets out a little grumble from her throat.
"Duty calls. Be right back."
I shake my head once more and watch her leave. Now what to do with those bastards? Hmmmm… I could slit their throats with some pages from these books. Or maybe… I can push them into the lake. With concrete shoes chained to their ankles. Or maybe I can……. Something catches my ear. I look towards the ceiling. Drip. Drip. Drip. Its raining. Thunder starts. I hear inaudible words through the door. Then a shriek.
"AHHH GET OFF ME!"
My head snaps to the door. I rush over. My hand grips the cold knob, as I pull it towards me. The rain is sliding down the glass windows. Thunder flashes onto the dark street. I see two figures. One is struggling to get away. The other holds tightly to their victims neck. Their hand roaming the others body freely. Another flash of lightening and faces match the body. She squirms frantically. Scratching any piece of skin she can reach with her cat like nails. She stomps her foot against his own. It doesn't seem to harm him. She's turning red. Her knee hits his groin. He stumbles back. The big bastard he is, his reflexes are slow, but he's strong. God damn he's strong. He begins running towards her. Her eyes are wide with terror. The pain that ached my muscles are no longer there. I charge at him with full force. He topples over a tiny bit. Soon enough we're outside on the wet concrete. I'm not sure how. The street is dark and deserted. The only noise is the sound of his panting, and his continuous begs for mercy. My knuckles are bloody now. His face is too. I look over to her through the glass window. She's still shaken. My hairs dripping wet, and clings to my face. I'm going to make sure this bastard gets what he deserves. Not for making a fool of me. But harming the only person I may ever care for. I care for her? I drag him away from the view of the window. Into an alley, it's twice as dark. They might not see me kill him, but they'll sure as hell hear him. I struggle with his weight. I stand behind him, I stick the four fingers of my hands into his mouth. My thumbs are pressed against his cheek. My fingertips are moist from his cheek tissue. I pull my hands away from each other. His screams are high pitched. They almost make my ears bleed. Soon enough I hear him scream one last time. I feel a crack, and liquid slide down my hand. My first thoughts is that its just rain. I look down as thunder strikes again. The liquid is red. My work here is done. I let his limp body fall from my grip. I round the corner to the book store. I stare at my hands. I can't let her see them. She's already frightened. I wipe them on my wet coat. Damn, I just washed this.
I pause and look through the glass window. She's sitting on the floor. Her knees pulled up to her chest, she leans her back against the registers wooden counter. Her face is flushed red, her hand grips…her stomach? Or maybe something lower. The tip of my hair drips water into my eyes. I place a hand on the glass. I see something. Perhaps it was just the rain sliding down the window. No. I see it again.
She is crying.
Thanks for reading!
Tamagoakura: Thanks! It's quite difficult not to make it out of character. Johnny never really lets anyone in. So.. hopefully I'm going a good job :)
InsomniAsylum: Hopefully this chapter changed your mind? Yes? No? Ok :( haha.
Invader Johnny:... I'm not sure if that is a good thing or bad thing?
PhantomVarg: Me too! I just needed a way for them to meet.
sunglassesANDunicorns: Hopefully this was fast enough? Haha
tolazytologin: Yay for detail:)
Sacred Suicide: Sorry. Hopefully this cleared something up?
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