A/N: Concentrating on this fic…no distract-OH MY CAT! IT"S A UNICORN! No, wait, just a new Creature Feature song (The House of Myth). Only two or three chapters left. I don't own JtHM only king of awesome Jhonen C. Vasquez does. I also don't own the song in this particular chapter, only the aforementioned band does.
Ch 7: Insanity's Grip Tightens
Devi looked down at the evil doll who was explaining why she was back, more importantly how she was back. Johnny did it, as if she didn't like him before, now she was going to kill him. Sickness continued talking, when something she said caught Devi off guard.
"He didn't want to do it," she said, "He really didn't, but when he heard the consequences of his refusal he gave in."
"What consequences?" she questioned the small doll, picking it up from its ponytail.
The doll glowered up at her wincing slightly from the pain, "Oh, only that I would have come back in anyway, but in another more powerful form. That and you would become even more hopelessly insane then Johnny, also you would have permanently lost your artistic ability, but I'll make a better deal with you. When I win, I'll only take half of your creativity, and make you half as insane as planned-even though you've been a pain in my ass since I was assigned to you…" she trailed off thinking for a moment.
"He didn't want you to become crazy at all, he especially hated that you would have to give up your talents. So you can't blame him for what happened to you, yes, we found you through him, but it is your fault too. For liking him, asking him out, for going to his house, you should keep better tabs on your emotions." She snickered at the last part, "He tried to do that, he failed because he was a waste-lock. You were human, but because you didn't accept this freedom you were targeted by us, now there is no escape. If you were able to handle your emotions better, maybe you wouldn't be here."
Devi put Sickness back on the kitchen counter, wanting desperately in that moment to find the meat mallet and smash the possessed toy to bits. But instead she began to feel light-headed again. She dragged her feet-as if she had just run a marathon-over to the couch and collapsed onto it.
/\^/\
When she awoke she was standing in front the WTFU radio station, she felt like she was being lured into the large brick building. She brushed pass the snoozing security guard, and down to a room with the 'On Air' sign lit up. She stopped not sure of what to do next, when she remembered a strange dream she had while incapacitated.
The phone had ringed, and when she answered it was the DJ for this particular radio station, saying they needed to interview a local 'Mediocre at Best' artist for their 'Dreams That Wont Come True' section. In this section they usually made fun of this person, ridiculing them and saying that they aren't even as good as Justin Beaver, or Rebecca Slacks. (Aren't celebrity spoofs fun?)
She was angry, and subconsciously reached into her pocket to grabs her pepper spray when she found it had been replaced with a thick metal rod, with one small sharp, piece of shrapnel soldered to one end. (This is the description of a weapon I found INSIDE my school…in the gym. Strategetic place for a mass murder, no?)
She gripped the weapon tightly in her right hand, and with a sigh of anticipation she pushed open the door with a fake smile glued to her features. The DJ looked up from the announcements he was reading from the paper in his hands. At the round table he was seated at, there was an ashtray with a freshly lit joint in the grooves. The skunky smell of weed clung to the air like a damp washcloth on a wall. Devi crinkled her nose at the revolting smell.
"And now we have the newest Mediocre at Best artist miss Dev-AAAAAAHHHHHH!" he shrieked as the claw-like instrument struck the back of his head, fracturing his skull and causing major brain hemorrhaging. She glared over her shoulder to the person working the sound booth. With the aim of a master axe-pitcher she swung it at the man, smashing through the weak glass, sending shards and the make-shift murder weapon flying at the mans face. He turned his head ever so slightly in his flight to get away that instead of square between the eyes like Devi had planned, the blunt end caught his eye-socket switching the trajectory to smash the sharp end into the side of his skull.
As they both lay screaming and dieing, Devi retrieved her weapon, and walked back to the microphone, which had recorded everything and was still running. She leaned down and whispered into the device, "Now when you see my newest piece on the news tonight, try to make your weak-minds comprehend the beauty of it all. Oh, and appreciate life a bit more." She walked out the door and by the time she had walked two blocks away from the scene the sirens were starting to appear, quietly. When she was half-way home the sirens had finally reached their destination, discovering the gore coating everything.
Johnny had been listening to the station when it happened. Now he lowered his eyes with some guilt, and some relaxation. Guilt because he had given Devi this irreversible disease, then helped it consume her, and relaxation because he helped to repress a lot of the insanity that would have gotten to her if he had refused, and she would have tried to obliterate it, again. He began to become angry with himself, if it weren't for him she would have gotten a normal life like she had wanted, but it was for the best he supposed.
/\^/\The Next Day/\^/\
Johnny turned on the radio; WTFU was still down so he went to the closest station, which was country music. Gagging he turned the dial to a lower station, which happened to be a Justin Beaver Fan Station. Actually vomiting this time, he switched it even lower he settled on 93.7 or '93X Rocks' as it was referred to by the DJ, (I love this station) he also announced that 'some crazy girl had just mailed them a CD of her favorite band and asked them to play number two on the disk.
"Okay, according to this disc, the band is, um Creature Feature? Never heard of them…" (A/N: Of course they hadn't heard of them! This station is in the twin cities! Now when I write down the lyrics it may force you to listen to this song! Also, Devi will be on a killing spree, doesn't that sound fun?) "But the song name is Aim for the Head, cool name…"
The spring-sounding music started up, an announcer slowly becoming apparent in the background
…Reports which have been verified
As completely as is possible in this kind of situation
It is happening, medical authorities in Cumberland*
Have concluded that in all cases
The killers are eating the flesh of the people they murder…
The instrumental began again. As it did, a young woman walked in to the local CD Cesspool to purchase a copy of this particular CD while it was quietly playing over the store speakers. She walked up to the overly-depressed, teal Mohawk adorned teen girl behind the counter, cutting her self with a sharpened disk. Devi stood there and waited, for what seemed like forever.
Can I pose a question?
How do you kill what is dead?
I just shoot from the hip
And I Aim for the Head
He used to be your friend
That was another life
With this single bullet
We're gonna blow his mind
Finally losing patience with the cutter behind the counter she pulled out some small throwing knives aimed and entered her skull right between the eyes (A/N: This is how Anne Gwish died ). She heard a gasp of shock and turned to see the five people who happened to be in the store.
With a loaded gun (run)
And a steady hand (run)
We just might live through this!
Aim for the Head
If you kill the brain (run)
Then you kill the ghoul (run)
And its motor functions!
Aim for the Head!
The instrumental flooded the store blocking out the panicked screams of the people Devi was catching in her line of fire, always in the head…maybe it was the mentality of the song? She had thought to herself while mowing down the civilians.
Nail up all the windows
They've come to settle a score
Make sure no chamber is bare
They're right outside the door
This is a test of your strength
And your will to survive
If you give up now
They're gonna eat you alive!
The last person left alive in the store jumped Devi from behind, she was out of knives. He struggled to get a good hold on her, but failed. She knocked him to the floor, and stood over him with a smile that made him piss his pants. She slowly, deliberately lifted up her .9 millimeter to press right against his sweaty forehead. She clicked the hammer, and with one last laugh she pulled the trigger.
With a loaded gun (run)
And a steady hand (run)
We just might live through this!
Aim for the Head
If you kill the brain (run)
Then you kill the ghoul (run)
And its motor functions!
Aim for the-
She smiled with satisfaction, found the disk, paid and left. On her way out popping the disk into her portable player, skipping to the last part she had heard in the store.
Head, officials are quoted as saying
That since the brain of a ghoul has
Been activated by the radiation
The plan is kill the brain *gunshot*
And you kill the ghoul *groan*… (More instrumental)
She closed her eyes, not afraid to bump into anyone on the empty sidewalk, when she was pulled into an alley. A man held a knife to her throat, and over the instrumental she heard him say something like, 'You'll be coming with me beautiful.'
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me
Save yourself,
There is no more, there is no more, there is no more
Room in hell,
I will help you, I will help you, I will help you
Understand,
Come with me now, come with me now, come with me now
Take my hand
We can make it, we can make it, we can make it
Through this!
She took the gun out of her pocket and removed the safety, both actions going unnoticed by the man. With one swift movement she jerked free of the man's grip, swirled around, took aim and fired, striking him in the right eye.
With a loaded gun (run)
And a steady hand (run)
We just might live through this!
Aim for the Head
If you kill the brain (run)
Then you kill the ghoul (run)
And its motor functions!
Aim for the Head!
The man fell back against the wall, slumped. She tucked the gun back to her jacket pocket and continued on her walk home. Exiting the alley she took notice of the police officials already pulling up on her newest killing grounds. She inconspicuously walked down the street and out of sight.
Is this the end of the world,
Or just the start of the fight?
You better head my warning
And watch out for their bite
They have a taste for your flesh
And for your blood they will crave
They're coming for us now
From beyond the grave!
Devi entered her apartment as the final instrumental played, and the song ended with two exhausted voices crying out 'Brains, brains!' the CD began to switch to the next song when she turned off the player, and began to watch a strange cartoon. The main characters seemed to be a green alien invader, a large headed boy, and an insane robot. The most mentally intact character seemed to be the purple haired girl-gamer. After the show finished she turned the television off, and fell to sleep.
A/N: Wow! I made up for the EPIC FAIL of a last chapter! YAY!
*It scares me that they said Cumberland in this song, because I live near a Cumberland, creepy, no?