It's probably gonna show that I am pretty cranky. I am very tired as well….
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"So that's that then?" Pepito questioned solemnly.
"Yeah." Whispered the shadow man stooped before him. The fires from hell danced in the window, casting an eerie glow in the gloomy abode. Pepito sighed and began to curve his arms around the energy mass he had created. He shot it into the ceiling. The mass spread across the ceiling, its power spider- webbing the eaves. The house once again shook and began to rocket to the Earths crust.
"So that's it then…." Pepito muttered to nothing in particular.
Fast Forward 30 minutes…..
Todds eyes fluttered, the stubby lashes crusted in sleep. Pepito stared down at him, a very discerning look indented in his face. "Wake up." He ordered softly. Todd stretched, raising his electric buzzing arms above him. White fuzz slipped between his synapses as he smacked his lips groggily. He felt like he'd slept forever as he attempted to bend the muscles in his numb legs.
"What happened? Why do I keep falling asleep Pepito? What with the secrets and the kisses and the lies-" Todd sputtered, pushing himself off the hard couch.
"I've never lied to you. " Pepito cut him off. The ticking in his head had dulled but remained strong.
"But you're keeping something from me." Todd pouted. His lower lip jutted out childishly. It took all of Pepito's self control not to capture it with his own.
"It doesn't matter anymore. Look, I'll talk to you later, okay amigo?" Pepito told the dusty floor before he poofed away in his usual smoke.
Todd filled with anger. Endless questions raced thru his childish noggin as his stomach bubbled in a quick building rage. He had always felt nothing but quiet admiration and endearment from his friend but no longer knew what their relationship was. His tiny hands curled into little fists and trembled at his sides.
"Hey, Squee gee? How about you stay with me a couple of nights?" Johnny grumbled unhappily from the other room.
Todd cocked his head, confused at the words he thought he heard. Nny was asking him to stay?
"Do what now?" Todd questioned as he stumbled into the main room.
"Stay with me, Squee." Johnny repeated, the words dripping from him laced with conflicting malice.
Question marks danced around Todds head as he stared at the crooked man leaned against the wall. He didn't want to ask any more questions. He was tired of asking and receiving nothing in return.
"Sure. Why not…." Todd said emptily. He had grown immune to the killings, the endless amounts of blood and bodies from his younger years. In a startling realization of morbidity, Todd had missed it over the years. It had told him his protector was there. Sick, but there. He was unwanted at home, and even tho the man was slipping back to his ill ways, Todd would always find comfort in his formally 'scary neighbor man'.
Johnny shook slightly before his legs broke into a run for the bathroom. Todd melted into stoicism as he listened to Nny vomiting violently. He didn't feel like himself since he had woken. He didn't feel scared or concerned. He felt very empty and sad.
Johnny's stomach had emptied every sugar bit and now retched pure acid. His unusual rebellious mantra of No's skirted in between heaves. He laid his head against the porcelain bowl, it's cold exterior calming his sweat coated forehead.
"I'm gonna need some clothes, I guess…." Todd said loudly to the sick man on the other side of several walls. Unsteady movements rattled against the walls as Johnny attempted to stand on his twitching stick legs. He flushed sub consciously, turning to the busted vanity.
"I'll go with you," he grunted back as he twisted the corroded faucet knobs. Splashed cold water against his face, inhaled shallowly to settle his aggressive stomach.
Nny slung open the door and stomped over to Todd. "Lets' go then." He glared moodily at Todd.
"Not now. My dad's still home. I was just sayin' for later." Todd shrank back, looping his arms in front of his chest defensively. His heart thudded in sheer terror of the thought of his dad. A tiny laugh glinted in the darkest regions of his head. You can be around a murderer but not your own father? That's pretty fucked up, kid.
"No it's not." Todd answered, startled. "What?" Johnny asked, his brow furrowing confused. Todd scanned the dark room, his eyes narrow as he searched for what he did not know. "Nothing. Lets go." He muttered as he gave up. Nothing said anything; it was the delirium that flooded off the walls..
The grumpy duo slipped out the house silently, neither wanting to say anything. Chills crawled across Todd as he crossed across the asphalt to his soon to be ex-home. The car was there, damnit, he cursed as he tried to tip toe up the porch. He entered slowly, the solemn shadow trailing behind him closely.
The ink-like man snaked before him, from where he had come from neither knew. "Skipping again, you ungrateful little fucker? And you've brought a faggot with you, I see…." The 'dad' milked pseudo-sweetly.
"I…..I'm…L-leaving…" Todd sputtered, his heart beating a dangerous steady beat. Sadness had wiped him free of care; his new found stoicism wished him death. He was still afraid somehow. This man had beaten him for years; hatred ebbed into his paper-like skin in crimson scars to serve as reminders of his crime of being birthed.
"Leaving? Good. Go be a scab somewhere else." The 'dad' spun around and oozed into another room silently.
The callousness of it stung Todd. Worse than the beatings, worse than the physical pain, the pangs of being unwanted flitted across him. Tears built into his eyes as he found his voice buried in hurt. "Why was I born, Dad? If you hate me so bad, why was I born?" He struggled out.
The man stopped and turned towards the quivering boy. He lunged, yanking Todd by his collar so that they were nose to nose. He sighed, disgusted at the child gripped in his paw. "You are no son of mine. You are the son of that coked up whore and some stranger she fucked. You are nothing but bastard scum I've had the displeasure of putting up with to keep her here." He growled.
Something in Todd broke free, sending waves of anguish thru his small body. It accelerated in its mysterious ferocity, ripping into his stoicism and shredding his sadness. He saw shades of grey and red, flashes of spots and watery tears.
Todd exhaled before he knew what was happening. Strength Todd had held hidden tore loose. His thin fingers gripped something narrow and fleshy, and squeezed. Every sob that racked his body only tightened his grip on whatever he was holding. His heart broke, his brain blurry. You are no one, the voice from before taunted. "I am somebody. I am Todd." Todd sobbed as the skin he gripped went limp and mushy beneath him.
"I am somebody," he weakened as he fell to the floor, dropping the mass. Something pokey jabbed him in his shoulder. Wiping away his tears, he turned around slowly. "I got your clothes. Let's go." Johnny said, clutching Todds torn school bag. His dark eyes were focused elsewhere, somewhat horrified. Bewildered, Squee turn his head around cautiously, frightened of what may lay before him.
His 'father' lay sprawled across the floor before him, his neck twisted so badly he faced away from his body. Darkness washed over Todd as he quietly vomited in revulsion.
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Ah, lazy updates…I'm thinking the next chapter will be the last. I'm getting bored with my own story, isn't that just awful?