A/N: *Holding head* mm…THE WORLD SHALL END ON-*ka-boom! Brain explodes* I guess I wasn't meant to know that…even though the answer was never…interesting…ON WITH THE STORY! Hey…remember from a few chapters back when I asked if you could guess the name or band name of the song Devi was humming to? Well it was A Gorey Demise by Creature Feature…I recommend looking them up, they are awesome!
Ch 6: WHEN WILL IT END?
Johnny held the yellow paper book in his hand, quickly scrolling through the D's until he found Devi's name, and new address. He stood from his ratty old couch and walked closer to the TV where Sickness was watching the news, and sucking blood out of an old Brain-Freezie cup she had found. He tapped her on the head, and she looked behind her, up at Johnny, and smiled. He picked her up and set her on his shoulder. Stepping through the door way, he left the house, and walked into the damp warm night air in the direction of Devi's house.
Once he arrived he knocked on the door, it opened up to the horrified face of Devi, who upon realizing who was in front of her tried to slam the door closed. Johnny stopped the door with his boot; it had made a large dent in the wood.
"Umm…I'll pay for that…" he said motioning to the gouge. Devi was hyperventilating, she started to see little black spots take her vision; she was beginning to feel heavy and off balance. Just as she was about to compose herself she saw Sickness with that evil smirk perched on his shoulder. She blacked out, smacking her head on the coffee table when she fell.
Johnny casually stepped over her and walked towards what looked like her bedroom, he saw the purple backpack lying on the bed. He set Sickness down on the dresser, picking through the bag until he found the bolts. Holding them in one hand, he walked back to the evil little doll and pushed the screws back into her skull, one by one. When they were in place they started to tighten into their sockets.
Devi began to stir from the other room, and Johnny jumped out of the window.
Sickness waited in the shadows of the room until Devi came in holding her head, groaning. She reached up and switched on the light, turning her head she saw Sickness waiting so patiently for her.
"Hello, Devi," she spoke in a dark and chilling tone. "I'm back."
A/N: Uhh yeah the failfulness! But I don't Like to skip from place to place when I write my stories...and my grandma died...so thats given me an ass-load of writers block...I miss you Grandma Sandy...