Still don't own. Why is there such a problem with my spacers?? I shall use p's instead. Yes, everyone enjoys p's. Commence the brain vomit!
:P
Pepito stared at the fallen man at his feet. Johnny should be grateful to still be at service of The Dark Lord. He sniffed awkwardly before tapping Johnnys shoulder.
"Get up. You will receive no pity from me. There is much work that has fallen behind because of your selfish little vacation." Pepito spoke, his words slick with his anger. Johnnys neck seemed to unhinge as it cracked over to face the Anti-Christ.
"Please leave. Take him with you. I would prefer to be alone now." Nny said quietly.
Pepito huffed slightly before stepping over to Todd. He ran his fingers over the slumberous child, careful to nudge Todd out of DreamLand instead of ripping him out. Pepito always tried to be gentle with him, after his father showed him Todds life path. Pep knew things were bad now and they were only going to get worse.
Todd stirred, giving little kitty yawns before his eyes opened. He looked up at Pepito, groggy and confused.
"Is Nny okay?" He asked, still laced with sleep. Pepito glared at the still kneeling creature then nodded politely back to Todd. "Yeah, he's fine. He needs his space now. Let's go." Peptio offered his hand to Todd, pulling him off the floor. Todd glanced over to Nny. His face fell at Nny's neutral stance.
Why can't he just be normal, Todd thought. He remembered long ago atop Pep's roof when he was lamenting the loss of his protector. Pepito had tried to explain that Johnny was not meant to be normal, that he was part of the natural order of death and malice. Todd didn't understand. He figured he never would.
"Let's go," Pepito whispered, tugging on Todds sleeve. Todd sighed and nodded. He would rather stay. Try and comfort the dejected man. The man he had missed for so long.
The two teens exited the shack, leaving the broken man on the floor alone. Just like he wanted.
"Do you want to go to my house? Mom's making tacos, "Pepito bribed, rocking back and forth on his feet. Todds fathers aura was thick in the air, the anger of it pricking Pepitos skin. Please don't go home, he prayed.
"Sure, why not. " Todd moped. Pepito swung his arm around his pal before leading them home. He cherished every time he held Todd close. His small amigo tried to smile at him but the sadness behind his eyes only allowed a weak grin. His heart is still in the house, Pep moaned. Damn it, just can't win today. Pepito shrugged and lead the way home.
Meanwhile…….
Johnny did not hear them leave. He didn't even know if they was still there. His senses were clogged with visions of blood. Oh the disgusting blood and the violated corpses and the organs! All of them! Angry voices screamed, shrieked, pleaded, threatened…..Get them out.
"I want to get you out! Stop it! Just stop it!" Johnny yelled back to the empty house.
He collapsed on his side, electricity jolting thru his blood, tearing thru him mercilessly. If he could cry, he would in this agony. His memories had all retuned. Every single fucking one of them.
Then, it stopped. Johnny jerked, frightened of the deafening silence now. "Hello?" he called softly. The cold sound of insects welcomed him. He buried his head in his arms, trying to make sense of everything.
This is stupid, he realized. Fuck Diablo and his spawn. I'm gonna go get a cherry free-zee . And with that decided he left the house. I should probably get a new door, he wondered absentmindedly.
The distant stars above him teased their freedom as he wandered down the neighborhood. He watched their careless twinkle, his ears enjoying the sounds of the night. He slipped into the 24/7 past a group of greasy thugs. They sneered menacingly but Johnny did not see this. He had his love captured in a cup. With his free-zee hugged tightly to his chest, he tossed his money at the clerk and left.
"where d'ya think yer going, freek?" One of the thugs jeered. Johnny stepped back, confused. The thick man advanced, moving closer towards Nny. Johnny hugged his free-zee closer to him. "I just want to go home," he said, wanting nothing more than for the man to explode. "Nah, I don't think so…How about yer money?I know you got some, you queer lookin freek," the man mocked. Nny's back pressed against the stores brick wall as the pack surrounded him. The collective bunch had a nauseating aroma of self-importance and malt liquor.
"I just want to go home!" Johnny screamed, his face green with sickness. "It's not that easy fag." One on his right cursed. Then Johnnys vision faded to black.
Meanwhile…..
"Todd, it's your turn!" Pepito whined. They had drug out an old board game and it was now Todd's turn to guess the monkey. Todd's attention kept lapsing in and out and it was driving Pepito crazy. Nothing he could do today could drag Todd out of his stupor. He had barely eaten any dinner, worrying everyone else at the table. Todd kept protesting he was fine, his stomach was just feeling funny. Pepito knew it was a lie but swallowed it for Todd's sake.
"You can stay over you know. Mom won't mind." Pepito quipped, placing a kind hand on Todds. He was shocked when Todd flinched and could not hide his surprise. "Todd, please. What's wrong? C'mon we've been buds forever. You should be able to tell me anything by now." Pepito tried to coax. He scooted closer to Todd. The boy was filled with a terrible melancholy Pepito knew he could not erase.
"I'm sorry," Todd apologized. His head hung lower as he heaved a huge sigh. "I might as well just go home. I just don't feel well. Tomorrow maybe?" He offered. Pepito beamed."I'll tell mom to put up an extra setting." Todd stood to leave but Pepito grabbed his shirt. "Want me to walk you home?"
Todd nodded, still not wanting to be alone. But he didn't want to be with Pepito right now. He wanted to be with Johnny……
The two grabbed their coats and strolled thru the cool night air. Soon enough, the two were in front of Todds home. Shadows made by the porch light danced across Pepitos chiseled features. Todd cocked his head in scattered thought, his whole body fearful to go in. He didn't even see Pepito leaning in until he felt soft lips on his cheek.
"Sweet dreams, "Pepito smirked before dissipating into a poof of fire and smoke. Todd stood frozen, his hand on the door knob. Pepito had kissed him? Todd shook his head vigorously. No, he must've imagined it. He shrugged and tip-toed his way into the house. His ears perked up for any noise, tho he knew his father would snake out of the darkness at any time. His tiny heart thudded in agonizing suspense as he climbed the stairs. Almost there, he delighted. He reached his room and exhaled a sigh of relief. Opening the door slowly to prevent any noise, he grinned in small satisfaction that he had hid from his father.
His smile vanished immediately as he saw the tall thin figure sitting on his bed. "I'm sorry…." He said automatically, never sure why he was sorry. Sometimes he was sorry for being returned, sometimes it was the guilt he held for his mother. Most of the time he was sorry for his existence. The figure stood and advanced at an alarming rate.
"Skool said you skipped again. You stupid fucking-" His father raised to strike. Todds arms flew around his head to protect him, sobs caught in his throat. The fists landed, toppling over the small boy. Todd landed with a hard thud. "I'm sorry….I'm Sorry!" he screamed. "Why don't you die?! Why didn't you die?!" his father shrieked as he continued his unadulterated assault on his son. Todd gave up his struggle and welcomed every punch his father had for him.
If it will make you happy, please kill me, Todd thought. Blood and bile filled his mouth and he flinched as each blow landed. Streaks of pain ran along his limbs but he blocked them out. Please just end this. He closed his eyes as black engulfed him.
Meanwhile…….
Pepito shook with rage as he watched the bone-rimmed screen. He was in his father's office with the Mirror of Souls before him. The violent scene that played sickened Pepito. He pushed down his anger as he twisted up energy and transferred it to the child. He watched as the body went limp and the father slowed in his anger.
"It's only going to get worse for him, son. Between the two of you, it will not make any difference." Senor Diablo placed a sympathetic hand on his sons quivering shoulder.
"I know, father. I know…"
Hi! I'm really thankful for your reviews. Sorry if my A/n's ever sound cranky, I'm really not. I'm kindof getting in the groove. So, now I'm curious too. Is nny really gonna kill those fuckers? How can squees life get any worse?? Stay tuned!
Oh, before I forget…I've put this on a schedule. Hopefully, every Thursday I'll update. If not, then you can flog me with noodles.