Here is the long awaited Chapter Four! I'm sorry yet again that I couldn't make it in time for Easter, but I had a little bit of trouble writing the scene with Johnny and Squee's dad. Luckily, turtlex has a little messed up mind and created a rough draft of it for me; thank you, turtlex!
And in this chapter is the moment you've all been waiting for... A TORTURE SCENE! Enjoy!
Squee was used to all kinds of crazy things concerning the Scary Neighbour Man. He had seen him jab Shmee with a knife on their first meeting, kill a paedophile behind a mall, had been asked for spaghettios in a surprisingly civil conversation, and had witnessed his father being knocked out cold by the Neighbour Man pelting a piece of his robot toy into the back of his head.
He had then realised, with a sharp pang of panic, that the Scary Neighbour Man might have been chopping up his father into little pieces, like Shmee kept saying would happen to him.
'I told you so,' Shmee's irritable voice rang inside Squee's head.
"Don't be silly, Shmee," Squee said, trying his best to keep his voice from cracking with anxiety, "The Scary Neighbour Man said that he and daddy were going to have a grown up talk; that's all!"
'And you believe him?' Squee asked sceptically.
"Well..." Squee said, "He's never really lied to me before, has he?"
'Just keep telling yourself that,' Shmee said darkly.
...
Squee's father looked at Johnny behind his round glasses, his expression hidden. It was obvious he was scared out of his pants, though.
Meanwhile, Johnny was getting more and more impatient for his answer. He was holding knives over this guy's head, for God's sake. He would have thought anyone would've cracked by now and start pleading for their lives and all that crap.
The man drew in a breath, signalling he was about to say something.
"If you're so damn concerned about Todd..." he gasped, pain in his every syllable, "Why don't you Goddamn keep him?"
Johnny just stared at the man. He didn't lose the tension on his knives, nor did he step back. He blinked.
"You..." Johnny said, frightful venom sounding out from him, "You would leave your own son; the person you are supposed to care for, and... love," – he said the word like it tasted bad to pronounce – "... with a man, who just stabbed you in the fucking leg?!"
Squee's father's face turned to that of pure terror.
Johnny leaned forward, putting his face right up to the horrible little goblin's.
"I literally have a knife in your leg and you try to gamble your own son for your life," he snarled, "I'll show you what I think of that."
Quick as a whip, Johnny planted both the knives into his victim's shoulder blades, getting a satisfying screech of pain. He started to grin, slowly twisting the knives around, causing blood to gush out of the wounds. Squee's father was starting to scream in agony so profusely tears were beginning to trickle down from his glasses.
Johnny was really starting to have some fun. But he needed something else; something he hadn't used before...
Johnny glanced around at the office desk next to him, and spotted something glinting. He reached over, and grinned wider. It was a stapler.
Johnny held it to the man's forehead, giggling.
"This, you little thorn," Johnny said, as if he was talking to a six year old class, "Is where acting like a careless asshole gets you."
Johnny was about to press the stapler down, when realisation dawned on him. If he killed Squee's father... then who would take care of him? He could never trust that stupid 'mother' of his; he'd probably kill her within a week. But he couldn't stand the thought of Squee being left to someone like his 'father' now that he knew how much he didn't care about him. And also, he had probably lost the use of his arms by now.
Johnny felt himself growing more and more uneasy. The more he thought about this situation, the more the horrible solution became clear...
Johnny growled in irritation.
"And this is why I should have stayed at home tonight..." he mumbled, then pressed the stapler to Squee's father's head.
A staple jammed into the man's head, causing an extra amount of pain. He yelped out in building hysteria, his face beginning to go pale in the dim light. Blood began to trickle from the wound in his head.
One, two, three more staples where jammed into the father's unfortunate forehead. More blood, more screaming, and Johnny's adrenaline was pumping through his veins at such a rate that he couldn't keep his insane grin off his face in sheer glee.
"That was fun," Johnny giggled to himself, quite aware that the man on the floor in front of him could hear.
"But..."
Johnny looked back into his jacket and pulled out a pair of wicked looking hooks.
"Let's see if we can turn that frown upside down," he said, not caring how horribly cliché that sounded.
He lashed out at Squee's father, and before the man knew it he had both the hooks on the sides of his mouth, forcing them into a painful smile.
"Now, sir," Johnny began with maniacal calmness, "I'm going to leave you with this; take it as a warning. If I ever see you within this entire city ever again, I will bring you down into my house and let flesh eating rats have their way with you, after nailing you to a wall for three days where you can hear the screams of other countless unfortunate souls. Okie dokie?"
"Y-yes, yes!" Squee's father stuttered, finding it hard to speak with metal hooks keeping his mouth open.
"Good boy," Johnny said. "Now..."
In a flash, Johnny ripped out the knives in Squee's fathers shoulder blades, and Persuasion, swiftly placed the hooks back inside his jacket, and headed towards the door.
"I'll give you a week," he said, "Those wounds should heal up enough for you to move around freely by then. Don't worry; you probably still have the ability to move you arms... probably. Good bye."
And with that, Johnny swept from the office and towards the bedroom of Todd/Squee Casil.
Aaahhh, good ol' torture scene to pump adrenaline through those veins...
Now we're finally starting to get to the focus of the story! It takes me too dang LONG to get to a point in these things! XP
JTHM, SQUEE, HIS FATHER, ALL MENTIONED CHARACTERS AND SETTING DON'T BELONG TO ME. J.V. OWNS THEM.
Persuasion, however, belongs to turtlex, and most of the story ideas, too.
The story ITSELF belongs to BOTH of us!
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