Okay I'm not sure why my dividers aren't working so I'm going to have to use obnixous spacing to separate my notes from the dribble I like to call a story. On with the really drawn out plot!
Nny shrank away from Diablos touch, his flesh crawling with disgust. The Senor did not seem to take notice as his grin widened, delight dancing in his hollow sockets. Pepito unlocked his eyes from Nny and turned to Todd instead. He hadn't meant to scare him. He sighed at his lack of control around his constantly nervous amigo. He tried to smile an apology as he neared Todd to show him he was no longer a danger. As he knelt down to be face-to-face with him, his heart sank as the boy merely huddled protectively behind his arms.
"What do you want? I'm not your meat puppet anymore, Mr. Devil," Johnny spat, staggering backwards from the deity. This can't be happening, his molecules screamed in anguish as he tried to put more distance between him and Diablo. "No! No No NO!" he began to scream childishly, his fist clenching the only bits of hair that still grew.
Diablos glided towards the unstable creation gracefully, his ethereal black robes blanketing the room in darkness. "Be still, Johnny," he stated sternly, getting fed up with Nnys noise.
"No! I thought I was done with you! With your stupid world and all! Can't I just be, you know, normal for a fucking change?" Nny started to pout, his angst lowering to a light sadness. He inwardly retched at his rage, angst, everything he had just displayed that he thought he had destroyed. He moped past the crouched Pepito and sat with his back against the wall next to Todd. He felt the teen quivering and sniffed. Damnit.
"No, Johnny C. . Lets get this thru your broken skull first. You are never 'done' and you were never 'normal' to begin with. Now, what I'm dying to know is how you avoided us for so long. Tell me mad man, how did you escape the devil himself?"
Diablos words only met silence as Johnny, his head tucked on his knees, ignored him. The devil was nearing his patience but his sons' was already well spent. Grabbing Nny's collar Pepito jerked the thin man off the floor and slammed him up against the wall with a sick thud. Pepito ground his arm against the man's throat, pressing him harder and harder into the wall. Johnny tried to wriggle underneath the boy but Pepito only tightened his grip on the man.
"How did you escape? " Pepito forced out, his eyes darting between his prey and his friend. Todd watched in unmasked horror as his friends struggled against each other. He wanted to run somewhere safe, somewhere peaceful. But there never was such an existence. Diablo patted Pepitos shoulder and the demonic duo exchanged an understanding. Pepito released Nny; Diablo catching the winded man as he tried to fall onto the floor again.
Pepito tiptoed towards Todd, the choked gasps getting louder in his guilt-ridden ears. He tried to lower himself into a squat beside his friend only to be greeted with a small squee. Instead he hovered above his dear amigo, trailing his fingers thru the boys' short hair. Pepito closed his eyes and channeled a small amount of manipulative energy into the other. Todd's eyes began to glaze, foggy ghosts peeking behind his brown irises. His mouth slackened into a numb grin as his slumped over into sleep.
With Todd sheltered in dreamland, he would be able to punish #47 better. After laying Todd into a more comfortable position, he spun back towards his father and Johnny.
Johnnys eyes were glassy. He appeared defeated but Pepito kept his shields up regardless. The man was dangerous, even for his father's terms. Number #47, a.k.a Johnny C. was one of the waste locks with the highest amount of kills and the lowest amount of suspiciousness. With every crime, he had escaped leaving behind no evidence or living witnesses, aside from that one incident that created that pitiful Jimmy.
"I just want to be normal. I don't even know what you mean by 'escaped'. I had cocooned myself in their blood and it was never enough. Will it ever be enough for you Mr. Satan? Is that my entire existence?! To kill and to never enjoy this twisted soul that was installed in me? Well, fuck you Mr. Satan. I don't want to answer your questions that even I don't know the answer to. I just want to be empty."
Johnny was monotone; his vacant expression meant nothing to Diablo. "You may say that Johnny, but your former roommates say otherwise." Diablo snapped his boney fingers and in a cloud of sulfur two small demons sprouted from the floor boards.
The mini-demons were squat and chubby, with peg-like limbs. Spirals rimmed one's eyes while the others had arrows lining around his. Atop their small noggins were tattered chef hats. Nny shrank against the wall, the recognition of his former tormentors thudding in his veins.
"You put up a good fight Nny. You managed to destroy our earthly bodies before you fled but even after us and your descent to Hell, you continued on without us. You cannot blame your madness on us or Reverend Meat. Face it Johnny, you loved what you did. Every scream, every plea, you relished in the pain you caused them. And you've come back for more I see." The demon with spiral eyes spoke eloquently, lacking his former brutality.
"No,no ,no," Nny muttered again, his mantra trying to block out the words he could no longer hear. He didn't want to go back, he had come so far. His brain rippled forward memories, his blackboard brain filling with scribbles that had been erased. Involuntary tears leaked from his eyes as he witnessed bodiless limbs, the damned gore-covered paintbrushes, organs littering his catacombs.
Diablo and son took his shaking hands and lifted him up off the floor. They guided him past the sleeping child, the two small demons trailing behind them. They stopped at a heavily chained door and turned to each other.
"This has been your destiny Johnny C. Please do not fight it or-" Diablo snapped his fingers again. Immediately the room was filled with cheerleaders, their morbidly skinny bodies pivoting and jumping bumping into the now terrified man. Thousands of blue eyes smiled back at him. Johnny screamed and screamed but was drowned out by their chants of "Go team! We're numbah one! YAY!"
Diablo snapped his fingers and the cheerleaders dissipated into poufs of smoke.
"You sir, are truly evil." Johnny sniveled, his body still shaking from the obscenities. Diablo merely smiled and retorted "Yes, I truly am the best for this job, If I may say so myself."
"However Johnny. Granted you are a Waste Lock of the highest degree, you are not to harm Todd. Is that understood?" Pepito demanded, pulling Johnny closer to him by the front of his shirt. Johnny was taken aback the request. "I have never harmed him, nor ever intended to. Squee-gee is an innocent, a rarity in this vile world you have helped create."
Diablo trailed his fingers down the chains, the locks popping and falling to the floor. As the chains fell, Diablo spoke. "You are here to protect him. Yes, even our most evil of creatures have at least one endearing quality. This helps us balance out your sins to your inner human soul. Keep him safe, Johnny." The last chain unraveled and fell, leaving the door exposed. Diablo twisted the knob and pushed to door open. The pungent scent of thousands of rotting corpses wafted out with strength most vengeful, bringing Johnny to his knees.
"Welcome home." Diablo smiled as he melted into the floorboards.
Yep. I hadn't really anticipated going in this direction but meh. My brain creates this, not i. does Johnny really want to kill? Will his human-based will power ride this out? How does Squee fit into all this? When I find out, you will too! :D