A/N: Trigger warning.
There is murder and death in this chapter.
NNY glanced at the house across the street.
The home of their first victim...
She had left a particularly very nasty review of Jenny's art and for that injustice, he would make her pay.
And Jenny too.
NNY still couldn't believe it; he'd finally found a girl who would join him on his killing sprees.
Maybe they could bury the body together in the woods beneath the glare of a beautiful moon...
So romantic.
When she had first suggested that they go out and kill her victims together, he could scarcely believe it.
Jenny was the last person NNY would have suspected to be a serial killer.
But then you can't go by looks alone. Anyone had the potential to be a murderer. Absolutely anyone...
Even your sweet old granny.
He and Jenny were currently hiding behind some bushes across the street from the house they were about to break into, and NNY gritted his teeth when he saw all those floodlights.
The house was something else. It appeared this reviewer lived in a nice part of town.
How lovely.
Too bad NNY and Jenny were about to kill her.
"You ready for this?" he asked, peering through the branches of the bush.
It was 4 am. Dawn was in several hours, so they had to be quick. They only had time to hunt down one reviewer.
NNY even let Jenny decide which one to hunt first.
She had called Jenny wishy-washy...
Jenny sucked in a breath beside him, and he peered to his left where she was huddled close.
Holy shit. They really were doing this...
NNY could barely contain his excitement. He'd already had to swallow back a few psychotic giggles.
It appeared NNY's inner crazy just couldn't help himself.
"Yes. I have to do this. No going back."
NNY narrowed his eyes, focusing on her for the moment. It seemed she really was determined to darken her soul, and he honestly wasn't sure why he wasn't trying to stop her.
He fell for her because she was kind. Not because she was a twisted maniac, like him.
NNY didn't even like himself all that much. So why would he fall for a woman of a similar disposition?
She was not like him at all. He'd said it himself back in her kitchen; she merely killed out of self-defence.
Jenny wasn't the type to purposefully seek out a victim. She only killed in the heat of the moment, when she felt that her life was in danger...
Was she doing it in a bid to impress him? He could tell she revered him. She had confessed she'd been obsessed with him way before they met, like a creepy little stalker.
A pretty stalker, but still...
Jenny wanted his approval.
Hell knows why; NNY had hardly done anything to be proud of.
It reminded him of the time when he told Jimmy "MMY" or Darkness just before he ripped his chest open and fucked him with steel...
NNY was the villain of this story.
He didn't want anyone to follow in his footsteps.
But he didn't want to refuse her either. She just looked so hopeful back in her kitchen, and how could he say no when she gave him those puppy dog eyes?
So for that reason, NNY was prepared to take her on as his apprentice.
"All right. Keep close to me."
Jenny nodded. "Got it."
NNY moved out from the bushes, peering up and down the street. All was clear. It appeared the residents were still sleeping peacefully in their warm beds.
Too bad a murder case was about to occur on their humble street.
He snuck across the street, hiding behind a tree when he got to the other side. He indicated with his hand for Jenny to follow, and then she made her way across the black tarmac road.
Now they were facing right opposite the house.
NNY kept his back to the tree as he peered into the black windows of the house. It appeared Ms. Wishy Washy was asleep...
He took a deep breath, slinking toward the window of the house, Jenny close at his heels.
They stepped over a bed of petunias.
Just as he reached up to peer through the window, Jenny gasped.
His heart pounded. "What is?"
"You're trampling the poor petunias."
He raised a brow. "Huh?"
She looked up, genuinely upset. "You're hurting them..."
The penny finally dropped, and now he moved his foot off the petunias, feeling awful now.
How could he forget? The girl talked to flowers. She believed they were her friends.
Before she met Johnny, they were all the friends she had in the world.
"Oh, s-sorry..." he muttered, apologizing to a bunch of flowers of all things, but they were real to Jenny.
Jenny smiled. "They said, "You're welcome..."
A light switched on in the house. NNY ducked, dragging Jenny down to the ground with him.
She went to yelp, but he placed a hand over her mouth, widening his eyes in warning. She nodded, keeping silent.
Jenny was still a novice, after all, so he had to go easy on her. But if she wanted this to be a success, then she needed to be quiet.
There was movement inside the house, and this was just their luck.
Ms. Wishy Washy was up...
Jenny mumbled something behind his hand. He eased his grip a little, whispering, "What?"
"When do we go in?" she whispered back.
NNY thought through their options. While it would be much easier to kill her in her sleep, they could still try while she was awake.
But she would only cause a commotion, though.
Maybe she would go back to bed. They could always wait.
However, dawn was fast approaching, so they were running out of time.
To NNY's relief, the lights went out again, and she must have gone back to bed.
He tried his luck with the window again. The only thing he could see was his ghoulish reflection.
"Has she gone?" Jenny whispered from the ground.
"Yes. Now, watch me work my magic..."
Jenny's eyes widened. Then she rose up beside him, peering into the window. Her own reflection reflected beside NNY's.
"Ooh, are you going to cut a circle into the window like in the movies? I always wanted to do that. Or are you going to pick the lock?"
NNY snorted. "No. Watch and learn, Jenny. This is the true way of breaking and entering into a property..."
He grabbed a garden gnome, using it to smash through the window. It shattered, and Jenny jumped.
"What about noise?"
NNY held back another snort. "It's never been a problem for me before... Just ask my neighbour Squee! Now come on. We finally have a way in."
He climbed into the window, gazing back at Jenny when he stepped into the house. He held out his hand.
She hesitated at first, gazing up and down the street. Then she grabbed his hand, letting him haul her up.
Jenny was a tad too short to climb up into the window on her own. So NNY had to help her up.
"Watch out for jagged edges..."
"O-okay."
He helped her through the window, and when she got a good foothold, he scooped her up, placing her down on her feet again.
"You got a little bit of glass in your hair..." he said, removing the offending piece from her pink locks.
She blushed, and his heart pounded. How someone could be so sweet and twisted at the same time, he would never know...
NNY was just plain old twisted. And don't forget about spooky too.
"Thank you," she replied.
NNY felt like the luckiest man alive. This was a story they could tell their grandkids one day by the flames of a warm hearth.
They turned toward the interior of the house. There was enough light bleeding in through the window to see where they were going.
NNY made out the silhouette of a grandfather clock, a grand piano, and an expensive urn.
A low whistle escaped him. "Wow. Talk about money..."
Jenny approached a painting. "That's a Vincent van Gough painting."
NNY clenched his teeth. "I bet it is... let's go. We have an art snob to murder."
He snuck through the house, tiptoeing up the plush stairs. There were more paintings along the walls, and NNY couldn't wait to kill this pretentious bitch.
They reached the second floor, cutting across the landing. There were more expensive centerpieces on tables, and this woman loved her expensive shit.
NNY stopped outside the master bedroom, pressing his ear close to the door. A loud snoring came from inside.
A sneer curled his lips. "She's sleeping..."
Jenny drew a breath.
He looked across at her. Her face was hard to see in the dark, but there was no missing the shine in her eyes.
"This is it, Jenny. Our first victim..."
She giggled nervously. "The first of many..."
His sneer widened, and he didn't think he could be any more in love with her.
"Time to get revenge."
Slowly, he turned the handle, opening the door with a creak. He slipped into the room, heading straight toward the bed.
Their victim lay on her back, her eyes covered with a mask. She wouldn't even be able to see the moment she was murdered...
Jenny snuck him behind him, gazing down at the slumbering woman.
This woman was a bitch. She didn't deserve to live. Her life's purpose was to make other people miserable.
Jenny had cried for a whole fourteen hours after she had read her nasty review. She not only insulted her art but Jenny's appearance.
NNY's fists clenched. She said her art was as wishy-washy as her style was... she even said Jenny was uninteresting to look at and fuck her...
They were only doing the world a favour by wiping her off the face of the earth.
Now no more aspiring artists would have to cry alone in the dirt from one of her nasty reviews...
Maim, kill, slaughter
Main, kill, slaughter...
That was NNY's way...
A true villain.
But it appeared he had finally found his villainess
The Bonnie to his Clyde...
NNY pulled out his knife. "Ready, Jenny?"
Jenny couldn't take her eyes off the sleeping woman. "She... looks so peaceful..."
NNY gave her a cursory glance. "She does..."
Jenny bit her lip, and he watched her surprised. "Wait... you're not having second thoughts are you?"
She met his eyes. "N-no... I... I told you. I have to do this..."
NNY held the knife out above the woman. He could tell Jenny was afraid. There was no mistaking the rapid intake of her breaths.
"You do the honours, Jenny. You want to aim about... here..."
He positioned the knife just above the woman's diaphragm. Jenny's arm shook when she took the knife.
"G-got it..."
NNY watched her carefully. "Then you plunge."
"Y-yes... p-plunge..."
Several seconds passed. Jenny had still made no move for the woman's diaphragm.
NNY finally broke the silence. "You can't kill her... can you?"
Startled, she met his eyes again. "Of... of course I can..."
He cocked a brow. "Then what are you waiting for? She's ripe for the killing..."
Jenny's breath rate increased. Then she closed her eyes, counting down to ten. That knife still made no contact with the woman's diaphragm once she reached zero.
NNY sighed. "Jenny... it's fine..."
"No... I can do this..."
"But you don't have to. You have nothing to prove. At least of all to me..."
Tears leaked from her eyes. "I... I just need time..."
"We haven't got time, unfortunately. She has to die, now. Sunrise will arrive in just one hour..."
Jenny gasped. He hated putting pressure on her, but time was ticking.
She still made no move. Her hand was frozen.
NNY reached out his hand. "Jenny, give me the knife..."
"No... I... I..."
"Jenny!" he growled through gritted teeth. "Hand. It. Over. Now."
Now it sounded like he was threatening her, but he didn't come here to fool around.
No matter what happened tonight, this woman would end up dead.
NNY never backed away from a kill...
Jenny whimpered, and this was a huge mistake. He never should have brought her here.
It appeared he'd been right. Jenny didn't have what it took after all...
"That's it. You leave me no choice—"
Without warning, she plunged the knife down, aiming for the woman's diaphragm.
NNY's eyes bugged. This was it...
The moment he had been waiting for.
However, his anticipation was cut short when the knife stopped just above her diaphragm.
He looked at Jenny horrified. "What... are you fucking kidding me?"
All that build-up for nothing. How disappointing.
Jenny's shoulder's trembled as she shook with sobs, and his disappointment soon turned to guilt.
He shouldn't be so hard on her. She didn't do this a lot after all.
"I'm... so sorry, NNY. I... can't do it."
NNY watched her for some time, and the heavy sensation wouldn't leave his chest.
She was crying because she thought she disappointed him.
She hadn't.
He exhaled, handing out his palm to her. "Give me the knife... It's okay, Jenny... you... you don't..."
Jenny covered her mouth, squeezing her eyes. Tears slipped down her cheeks.
Finally, she handed him the knife. NNY caught her hand on the way, forcing her to look at him.
He tried to give her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "Jenny... I don't care whether you can kill or not. I know you're a good person deep down. You're not a murderer..."
She shivered, and he wished he could go around the bed and comfort her, but they had a woman to murder.
NNY meant what he said; he would not go home empty-handed.
"Then... then if that's the case... I would like to go home. I... changed my mind..."
NNY had to fight his every instinct. Even though he had sworn he would be going home with a dead body tonight, he had to honour Jenny's wish...
His love for her was stronger than his desire to kill, and that was saying something...
"Fiiiine... if that's what you wish..."
Jenny smiled, mouthing thank you.
Well, that settled it.
They weren't going to murder the pretentious bitch after all.
She would get to live another day.
A gasp alerted their attention to the bed. Jenny's skin blanched as she stepped back.
The woman was staring right up at them; she had even lifted her eye mask to gaze at them.
Her eyes landed on the knife in NNY's hand. Just before the scream exploded from her lips, NNY covered her mouth, muffling the sound.
Then he plunged the knife into her diaphragm, twisting it around.
NNY spied the moment the life left her eyes, and just like that, she was dead.
He let go of her mouth, stepping back to gaze at the horror on the bed. Her blood dripped from his knife, staining her carpet.
NNY looked up at Jenny. Her hands covered her mouth as her eyes never left the dead woman.
Tears dripped down her cheeks, and who was he kidding?
Who were they both kidding?
There was no way Jenny would have ever been able to do what he'd just done.
NNY killed without a second thought, and he truly was a villain.
Jenny had just witnessed him killing for the first time...
Fuck.
Would she ever look at him the same again?