Oh… Hi… Um… This chapter is gonna be more about Nny than anyone else. (Gulps) He, uh… Kinda put me up to it…

FLASHBACK

(Nny is holding a chainsaw at my throat in his house.)

Nny: WRITE ABOUT ME, YOU ROTTEN PILE OF FECID COMPOST!

Me: Okay, okay! I'll do it, just lemme go!

FLASHBACK ENDS

Me: (Shivers) Oookayyy… Phantom?

Phantom: Lord Dread Raven only owns me and the Hunters.

Chapter 16

Who Are You?

Nny sat on the planet/ships surface, pleased to be so far from the social maggots he was so used to. He closed his eyes and wondered, out of pure curiosity how long it would be before he was fully desensitized. Perhaps never fully, but as much as possible.

"…"

Nny sighed. "What is it now Meat? I know you're just dying to say something."

"…You can't do it Nny."

Nny blinked in surprise. "What do you mean? If those 'Irkens' can stop feeling then I can."

"But we can't." Said a cool voice from behind him. Nny turned to see Havel standing a short ways away, staring off into the distance.

"That's only what we say." He said bitterly. "We call ourselves cold, but we only shut out some emotions. And even those are only hidden, not gone."

Nny pondered this for a moment.

"Even so, I still intend to desensitize myself."

Havel was surprised.

"To make yourself cold is a foolish thing." He snorted. "Without feeling, you lose all your will as well. You feel no need to eat, to move even. You become a robot, and a slave to the whims of those who are stronger than you."

The Reverend took a bite of his plastic burger and chewed thoughtfully on it.

"Hmm. That's a new perspective. I guess even without emotion, you still are always a slave to something…"

"Not always." Havel disagreed. "Even with emotion you don't have to obey them. Not strangling someone for calling you a name and pissing you off for example."

Nny growled softly.

"Kinda hard to do when I'm 'sanely challenged'."

Havel nodded. "True."

There was a long silence.

"Shit." Was all Nny could vocalize at this point.

Havel's eye twitched. Suddenly he dove to one side, avoiding a meteorite that jammed viciously into the ground.

"Damn it! What the Hell was that?" He grunted.

Nny stared at the small meteorite in horror. Jammed into the top of it, there was a pair of very familiar looking knives. Knives that had been plunged into a wall… and perhaps some Styrofoam as well…

DUN DUN DUUUUUN! OOO spooky! This sounds bad. I needed a Nny-centric chapter so I figured that this one would do. R&R!