"Horrible"
The Victorian Ball – Johnny must be enjoying it. I never see him smile like that when he left this house of damnation and drove off with excited swerves to pick up his date. Yet, I could hear the Doughboys sniggering and everything because Phoebe went with Johnny. I had a bad feeling about that cat. I hate cats, even back in that pet store. They think they're more superior than any creature, even human beings. It's true, just ask my literature professor. It was a long night. I could imagine everything and the things to come. I think this will straighten Johnny out, save him from his anguish, rest him in peace at last. Dawn is nearing. It's past Johnny's suicide time, and I'm not fading yet. That's a good thing.
"Phoebe's here!" the doughboys shouted when the eyeless cat crashed in through the window. They welcomed her with sinister grins and hypnotic spirals in their eyes. Phoebe slowly moved up her bowed head from the shadows. To our disgust, her empty eye sockets contained a hundred suffering souls. In front of the moaning wall, she released them and the ghouls left blood traces on the wall when they were sucked through it like a sponge. "I could not believe an insecure bitch could be easily led into a killing frenzy," Phoebe proudly laughed, "I let her think that her perfect self is the bitchy goth she pretends to be. Idiot! Now that she wasn't acting like one in that party, I let her think it's her ultimate indignity because she's not perfect.
"How she cried to disappear! That was perfect….for me to do my job. Whispered through her screaming dog-faced monkey I did, telling the witnesses should disappear instead. Capital! She didn't resist and killed them all. Ha!" Then, her laughter faded, "Too bad it's just a one shot. Still, I won the bet, D-boys. Give me the money!" The three actually bet who would kill more, Anne or Johnny. And through that moment, I sadly realized that the Doughboys only let Johnny in that party because they expected him to kill the guests. Yet, if Phoebe won, that means Johnny's indeed cured, right? I only wish. Then again, I think I'm going to be disappointed because Johnny's home, dragging two females victim by their ankles.
One was definitely his date, Anne, and the other had a shaved head and wore a Nefertiti costume. They were gagged and put in a straight jacket. "I told you it was a one shot," Phoebe told the Doughboys as they watched Nny and the girls disappear in the basement. I sighed while the Doughboys laughed at Phoebe who wasn't proud that her apprentice was going to be killed anyway, especially by Nny. Being part of his consciousness, I think I could recall what drove him into homicide. After the ball, Anne and Cleo ordered Nny to start the car and take them to 24 Dingy's, a nasty place of nasty people Johnny would love to meet and kill after. Upon that snooty command, Nny frowned but darkly obeyed.
They soon reached the idiot bar. The goths weren't there, still there were a lot of horrible people. The three sat down. Johnny moved a little far away from the two girls. He was disgusted and only looked at the menu book."Men, I need a smoke. Shit, I forgot them in that bathroom," Anne said, "Nny, do you have cigarettes? Gotta smoke y'know. Look at everyone. I'm going to be left out." Anne tried to keep the menu away from his hands as so he would only look at her and she would not look at him. But Nny's grip resisted though it was shaking. "I need smoke, Nny!" Anne shouted, "Give me cigarettes!" Nny put down the menu and looked at her with a piercing look.
"I don't smoke…."
"Eew," Anne replied while Cleo snatched a pack of cigarettes from a passerby. Upon the taste of it, the two girls coughed at its aroma. "These aren't my brand," Cleo said. Anne shrugged her shoulders, "As long as we're smoking." She offered a cigarette to Nny, "C'mon, Nny, if you're my date, you have to smoke, or everyone would laugh at me for dating a non-smoking poser like you." Deep down, Nny wanted to grab all the lighted cigarettes and insert them upon Anne's eyeballs. Instead, Nny continued reading the menu. "Nny, you're in a bar," Anne nagged, "You don't have to order and eat here." She tried again to grab the menu, but failed. Then, she gasped, "Oh my God, it's my ex! What the hell he's doing here?"
"I guess, he more preferred the motel down the street than the ball to get all over that fat chick," Cleo teased; Anne hissed at her. The guy passed by their table, then Anne quickly grabbed Nny and kissed him in the lips (author's note: go vomit out your shit now. i'll be waiting). The guy said hi, and seeing Anne busy, he walked away ignored and annoyed. Anne and Cleo then laughed out loud while Nny was gasping for air. He wrote his order down on a piece of paper, stick it on a plastic spork, and threw it over the counter and hit a cashier right in the bloody eye.
Anyway, as they were smoking, the two girls began their parade of insults, false judgments, snob talks, valley girl slang and more smoke and flirting cold-hearted eyelashes. In other words, they were bitching about everything they see, unaware of the turmoil building up in Nny's psyche. His order of pie came in. To escape the scene of lameness, Anne and Cleo disappeared into the dance floor. Nny was left on that corner of their table. A group of guys came up to him, but he ignored them and kept on eating his pie. "Hey, bitch!" said the alpha male, "You better be not touching my girl. I'm a member of Dark Goiter, see. I can send people to you, bad people." Then, he was calling Nny with many names with the word fuck inserted, while his entourage laughed.
But Nny kept his head down and ate his pie. "Hey!" the guy shouted again, "Listen to me, you fuckin' ass whore!" He smashed Nny's pie with his fist rapidly. Then, his entourage laughed with him, everybody laughed and pointed, even Anne. In that memory, I saw Phoebe went to Johnny, "You mustn't care, Nny. Don't give a damn. Be numb. Be numb." I know she was trying to let Johnny lose the bet with the Doughboys. But a maelstrom of horrific psychoses merged deep from Nny's veins. He grabbed the pocket knife from Phoebe's tail, the same knife he gave to Anne. "Care?" he said to the cat, "Anne's right. Humans are pitiful because of that mortal imperfectness. Y'know what, I'm also human, so I give a damn!"
He grabbed the bassist's hand and put in his thumb on a mechanical pencil sharpener. I now know why Nny's been carrying that thing around. The guy was screaming. "Oh, c'mon," Nny said, "That's just a tickle compared to the usual things I do." Then, with his own hands, Nny pulled out the guy's Adam's apple, not a plum. Now, with the pocket knife, Nny did his job as the waste lock of the world. Slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, all I could hear in that memory. Red, red, red, blood, blood, blood, all I could see. I could not even imagine it again for you. When everything was clear again on Nny's sight, the only ones left were the dazed Anne and Cleo. "Like I promised, Anne, I behaved in our date," Nny was approaching them, "Tell me I'm a good boy."