Hi again! Guys, we're SO sorry for the ridiculously long wait! I've been a little caught up lately with all these year ten assignments, and I've been a little on edge... Ehuh. ^^"
BUT, lateness aside, here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy~
Johnny took a quick step towards Squee's father, and the next motions were a blur of a silver flash, a squirt of dark red and a cry of agony. Johnny had buried 'Persuasion' deep into Squee's father's leg.
"What the fuck was that?!" Squee's father wailed, tears of pain threatening to overflow his eyes.
"You getting lucky," Johnny growled, "If you weren't Squee's father, you'd have a lot more to think about than a sharp object in your leg."
Johnny turned on his heel and strode towards the door. He stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at Squee's father, much like he did with Squee not too long ago.
"I'll let you have a talk with Persuasion," he said, eyes and grin darkening once more, "I'm going to have a look around the house."
With that, Johnny left the man to his punctured leg, and headed down the hallway, boots clicking on the tiles all the while.
"Now," he said to himself, "Where to start?"
Well, first the closest was the kitchen, he remembered. Might as well check that place out first. He took a right from the hallway, and headed down a flight of stairs. He found himself in what indeed looked like a kitchen, with tiles on the walls and several appliances here and there.
His first destination was the refrigerator. He opened the lid of said appliance, and stared at what was inside with disgust. Half of the food that was inside was still mouldy, and the only things that were good were labelled;
Mommy and Daddy use ONLY.
The pantry was the same.
Boiling rage was building up at an alarming rate in Johnny's stomach, making him grip his knives inside his jacket for mild comfort. Ooohhh these goblins were walking his razor's edge. Literally.
But he wouldn't jump to any conclusions just yet. He would need to check out what exactly they were bringing along with them while they were moving. He assumed they were hiring someone to move all their furniture, seeing as it was all still in the house.
He made his way to the front door of the house, which he opened and walked out into the cold night. The first thing he saw was a car parked in front of the house, several boxes inside and rope on the roof. Probably for strapping down Squee, Johnny stirred.
He peeked through the car windows, spotting several suitcases labelled 'Mommy and Daddy' in the back of the car. He opened the door and flicked open the suitcases, curious as to see what their contents were. After quick inspection, he found they were full of nothing but random clothes and zip lock bags containing pills.
"I've seen enough," Johnny growled.
The madman stalked back into the house, head ducked and eyebrows furrowed in newfound fury. It wasn't healthy for him to hold in his anger; he had to let it out before he completely lost control. Preferably before he put Squee in danger.
As he walked passed a room while heading back to the study, he noticed that a door was open just a crack. Raising an eyebrow, Johnny sauntered over and looked inside: it was a bedroom. Said room was very dark; so dark all he could see was the double bed itself. That, however, wasn't what had caught his attention. It was who was on the bed.
It was a woman. She was wavy blond hair, but he was unable to see her face, for she was sprawled out on her stomach. He would have dismissed it as a simple slumber, despite how she looked so deep into her sleep that she wouldn't have noticed if a plane crashed into the house, but the flash of a plastic container in the woman's left hand caught his eye. He stepped forward to get a better look, and realized the container was full of drugs.
Johnny back stepped in a sudden burst of revolt. Squee's mother was a junkie! A fucking junkie!
That was the last straw.
Johnny stormed out of the dark bedroom, too infuriated to stay and kill the so called 'mother'. He stomped down the hall and whipped around to corner to face the still bent over man that was Squee's father.
Teeth clenched together so hard they weren't far from cracking on impact, Johnny stood over the weakened man, towering over him in clear dominance of the current situation. Squee's father took a few more seconds to gather enough strength to move part of his body, and looked up at Johnny with wide eyes (or, at least, that was what Johnny assumed his eyes looked like behind his glasses).
"Listen you vile excuse for a sack of vomit," Johnny snarled, "I may not be an 'expert' in a healthy home environment, but even a fucked up psychopath like me can see that it's unfit for a young boy like Squee to be living here. Now, either you clean up your shit, or I'll do it for you!" To emphasize his point, Johnny brandished his double blades out from his jacket, and held them in a threatening position over Squee's father's head.
"Well?"
Yeah, Squee's dad, well?
Again, sorry for the huge wait!
Mwahaha.. aren't I the queen of cliffhangers? XD
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE JOHNEN VASQUEZ UNIVERSE. SAID AMAZING GENIUS DOES.