Mickey belongs to the movie Natural Born Killers
Maeve and her former family belongs to Hell's Tinkerbell
Nny belongs to Mr. Jhonen Vasquez
Warning: this content involves a dead fetus, for those who are offended by this topic or heavily anti-abortion, please do not read this chapter. This does not reflect the views of the author. To read this will be at your own discretion and risk. Thank you and please enjoy.
It seemed to have been high noon when Johnny decided to don his backpack and walkman in his bedroom in order to set out for his "righteous mission". He entered the living room to find Maeve coughing harshly while in midst of watching the movie Natural Born Killers on the television while laying upon the couch. "You're watching this?" he asked with mild surprise. "Yes, it is stress relieving." she replied before taking a bite of a gingersnap. He stared at the scene where the ficticous couple commenced their massacre in the diner for a few moments and muttered, "Fucking amateurs…They have so much to learn from me if they were to be real." "Mickey would not last long since he did rape." she commented. He laughed while nodding and said, "Correct, I'll have you burn his balls off since ladies go first." "Sounds like a deal!" she said and joined his laughter. She extended her hand to him and they performed a comical handshake.
"I am off to do a little "shopping" so stay on the couch until I get back." he said firmly. "Don't worry, with the way I'm feeling, I can barely breath!" she exclaimed. "Hmm…" he looked to her in a near sinister manner while contorting his face as he contemplated. "I have just the thing that will help out with that breathing problem." he said while walking to the bathroom. Moments later, he had returned with a clear cup full of fizzing liquid and offered it to her, "Drink this and it will go away." "Oh, thank you." she nods while accepting the cup from him and looked to the liquid in a questioning manner. "Come on, drink it." he urged. She sniffed it twice and said, "Alright, I'll gulp it." A thumb and forefinger pinched her nose as she used the other hand to tilt the glass to her mouth and ingest it. "Funny, it nearly… tastes… like… soda…" she said. With each word that drifted in her sentence, the eye lids blinked slowly several times. At the spoken word soda, she entered into an involuntary slumber as the arms lay haphazardly about her body and having the cup fall to the floor and rolling towards a wall.
He smiled as the drug he bestowed had induced the results he had desired. It is not my style to drug people, but it is to make sure she is immobile while I am gone. he thought. Johnny decided to grant her the courtesy of allowing her to sleep in a dignified position by having the hands rest upon her stomach and the head facing the ceiling. "Much better." he said to himself while plucking a piece of paper from his backpack and a mechanical pencil. A wooden crate was used as a hard surface as the utensil scratched upon the paper. Once he had finished with his note, he folded the paper into a neat square, approached the couch, lifted one of her hands and had it rest upon the note.
Several hours had passed since the mysterious sleep had occurred and Maeve lifted her hands to rub out the debris from her eyes while groaning. To an unexpected surprise, she discovered the folded paper in her right hand. A brow had been lifted while uttering the phrase "Huh?" in dismay. Her hands unfolded the paper to reveal this message:
Dearest M,
When you awake, you shall find me with you, but as you sleep I shall be off, taking care of what is necessary. From the very start those who have shunned you, those who have abandoned you, are those who should love you the most. The people, if they can be called that, who have betrayed you must see the error in their ways. They must see that a child is a life long commitment. Unlike a crap shoot, and if the dice come up wrong you walk away. No, it is forever and those who deny the responsibility are those who are the most despicable of all. Now it is time for them to know the consequences of what awaits them...They shall soon see that the term "no child left behind" indeed applies more to them more than they know. And now their daughter has grown, and even evolved! Alas, they shall never know such joy as I to get to know you, the real you...no, they shall never know at all after today...Not only will I bestow the consequences, but keep what is truly precious to them, their dangerous seed! I leave you now to give you a gift that I should have given you from the moment you have told me your tale of woe. So please do not display your admirable modesty and be grateful for what you are about to receive. I can never grant you heaven on earth, but this gift is the best I can give for now.
Nny
The door opened as though it had flawless timing right after finished reading the message. She faced the doorway to see Johnny enter the room with three medium sized cardboard boxes in his arms. "Consider this your late birthday present. It is amazing what the Yellow Pages can provide." he said proudly with a wicked grin upon his face. "Oh?" she said while looking to him in a puzzled way while sitting up.
He approached the couch and had set the boxes before her feet. Maeve looked to the boxes questionably as they had flies hover over them, the sound of their buzzing wings had brought another wave of nausea to her mouth as well as the repugnant odor that invaded her nostrils. "You will never know what is inside until you open them." he urged.
She nodded while performing a swallowing reflex as the hands slowly lifted the flaps away from the opening. Maeve's eyes widened in unbridled horror as she looked upon the severed head of her father. She breathed heavily with her jaw agape, speechless with the gruesome site. The matching auburn tresses drenched in blood as well as the immortalized agony engraved into his face.
Johnny frowned to see her sit back against the cushioned support of the couch with her own face petrified, not uttering another word in her reaction. "Maeve…Maeve…Didn't you like your present? " he asked with slight disappointment in his tone. She did not answer his question as her catatonic state continued. "Maeve, can you hear me?" he asked while lowering himself to his level in a squatting position so his face was level with hers. Silence was her only reply to the second question .
Five minutes of silence have passed since the catatonic event occurred. Johnny frowned to see tears roll down Maeve's face, which indicated that she has departed from the stupor. "What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted?" he asked. "No…" she said softly between quiet sobs. Her hands slowly enveloped in flames as the flow of tears increased. "But this is what he deserved!" he exclaimed, "You mother had what was coming to her, too." He opened the second box to reveal her mother's head , "As well as that thing!" The third box was opened to reveal a fetus covered in blood and birth fluid.
"But it was an unborn child that had nothing to do with this!" she shouted, the blaze upon her digits increased with their golden radiance. "Oh, but its representation had everything to do with this!" he objected. Johnny pointed to the fetus and added, "It is what parents do to replace what they think is the black sheep of the family, the shameful child, or a mistake with what they think is their perfect child. That is why it was denied birth. To have this thing replace you is unforgivable." "Get away from me…" she said quietly as the fire traveled up her arms. "What did you just say?!" he exclaimed with both hurt and anger in his tone. "I said GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" she screamed "Do I need to kill you, too?" he asked casually while withdrawing one his beloved blades.
Fire manifested upon the striped sleeves of Johnny's shirt as he moved toward her. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" he shouted in anguish as he tried to smother the flames of his shirt. "I am leaving you, Nny. Don't ever come near me again or I will turn you to ashes!" she threatened. "No one threatens me and gets away with it!" he screamed. "There is a first time for everything!" she retorted with pure venom in her tone.
He attempted to lunge upon her again, but had been stopped by a wall of fire that blocked his path. "Put that down right now so I can kill you!" he demanded. The wall seemed to have obeyed him by dissipating to gray smoke, the disappearance of Maeve had enhanced his rage while cursing at the top of his lungs. He had never saw the red-headed pyrokenetic girl again
THE END