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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 21, 2006 17:34:27 GMT -5
Rachelle looked up at him, eyes glazed. "Are the voices screaming at you too, Nny?" She murmured. "It's annoying." Tears were in her eyes as she watched him, mostly from the pain in her back. "It hurts a lot." She laid her head back down on the concrete. "You should run...I don't want you caged up like an animal." Rachelle whispered then took on a small smile. "I'm insane...I want you to run but I don't want to be left alone."
Blood dribbled in a small, sticky river (XD "You're just a sticky river!) down the side of her back. "I told you this would happen!" The voice in her head screamed. "He would end up killing you!" "I wasn't pierced through the heart, I think I'll be fine..." Rachelle murmured in response.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 21, 2006 21:52:12 GMT -5
"I'm not running." Nny said. "I'll be able to escape later, when you are safe. Just try and ignore your headvoices as much as you can. Bloody Eff is screaming like a banshee." Soon, the paramedics arrived, bearing a stretcher. Nny released the pressure on the wound once they were ready to start fixing her up. He stood back, tears in his eyes, thin arms wrapped around himself, ignoring the fresh blood from his hands mingling with the older stains. They began taking her away. A heavy hand clapped itself down on his shoulder. "Time to go, son." a male police officer said. "NO!" Johnny yelled, flinching away. "I'm going with her!" "You can't. Just come quietly; that'll make everything easier on all of us." A suddenly calm expression appeared on his face. "If you don't let me go with her to be sure she is safe, I'll make it so you'll have to take me to the hospital." Nny rolled up a sleeve and pulled his dagger from his boot top. The guns came out again, clicking as they were readied. Nny sneered and rested it on his wrist. "I'll do it too. No flinching. Try anything funny, and you'll have two bleeding teenagers for your stupidity. I'm not afraid to die, pigs." He pressed the blade into his flesh, cutting the skin. A small amount of blood oozed out. The officer sighed. "Do as he says. He's clearly not stable. A hospital is probably the best place for him." "Good." Nny said, grinning like a grinch. "Disarm me if you like. I have my teeth." Three minutes later, stripped of all the weapons they could find, Johnny was being marched up the stairs, a phalanx of armed cops around him.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 21, 2006 23:48:23 GMT -5
Rachelle watched Johnny fade into the darkness as the medics took her up the stairs and out to the ambulence. It had started to snow again, only lightly though. The flashing lights of the ambulence and the cop cars and a lone firetruck blinded her, making her squeeze her eyes shut tightly to block out the blue and red. As they made sure she was secure, she murmured, "Where's Nny? Did they...did they kill him?" Rachelle lifted her head, glancing at the doors of the ambulence. "Of course not." One of the medics said. "They said he's coming with ya, kid." Rachelle smiled and lied her head back, sighing softly. "WHY ARE YOU WANTING HIM TO COME WITH YOU!?!" "...My back hurts..." She answered. "And I want to be happy...the other one...he said so." "Yes, Rachelle, I said that you'd be happy. I promise, you and Nny will be able to be happy." The voice in Rachelle's mind seemed to take on a thoughtful sound. "You and Johnny, married in a small little chapel somewhere in the middle of nowhere...that will be happiness..." Rachelle chuckled softly. "Nny doesn't seem like the marriage, 'happily ever after' type. He even told me he wasn't very touchy-feely. I respect that..." She murmured. "But I'll give you this, it does sound nice...but what makes you think that we'd want to get married? We're in highschool, not even legal yet. It seems too frosting coated. We run away from the hospital together and go incognito for the next decade. No, that makes no sense at all." She sighed. "Maybe the best we can hope for is going to the same mental hospital..." All her words were slurred as she lost herself in the painfully numb pain in her back. The medics watched her worriedly but said nothing as they did this and that, hooking up IVs and such...
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 22, 2006 17:08:04 GMT -5
Nny stepped was led into the ambulance, one armed cop following him. He had his hands cuffed before him. He sat down. The paramedics looked at him a little nervously. He still wore his manic grin. "Hello Rachelle! I managed to convince them that it would be a better idea to keep us together." She looked horribly weak, but at least now she would be safe. Can't you do anything right, Nny? You were so close to ending your life and you stopped! Look at what you did to her. She's probably going to die now and it will be all your fault. "Be quiet, D-boy. I wasn't really going to. I knew they would do as I said to keep from looking bad. It would be more than a little awkward to explain how they let two teenagers suffer life threatening injuries when they were trying to keep them safe." But what if she dies? "She won't." Nny explained rationally. "I know what has happened to her and she's probably as unlikely to die as I am. I could stab myself and I'm sure something would intervene and I wouldn't expire." The paramedics looked at each other again. These two were clearly unhinged. Nny ignored one of them as he teetered unsteadily around the cramped space in the back, trying to keep from falling as they careened along the snowy streets. "D-boy is trying to make me kill myself again. He's not having much control over me now." Johnny smushed a pile of slush from someone's shoes, watching the brownish stuff ooze out from under his boot. Suddenly, the paramedic plunged a needle into his arm! He yelped and slapped the man. "What the hell was that for?!?" he growled, half standing, hands clenched into claws. He rubbed his sore arm. Holy hell, that hurt! "That was a tranquilizer." came the man's reply. It seemed very slow. Johnny wobbled, shaking his head, feeling very odd suddenly. He slumped over.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 22, 2006 17:40:36 GMT -5
Rachelle screamed again, watching Johnny fall to the floor. "Pick him up!!" She yelled, struggling against the restraints on the gurney. "Why did you do that?! He was just fine! I want him to stay here with me!" She yelled. One of the medics did pick Johnny up off the ground, lying him on the small bench in the ambulance. "Why did you do that?!" "To calm him down." The medic said. "Once we get to the hospital, he'll be arrested." "He didn't do anything! If he's arrested he'll die! Please, I don't want him to leave!" Rachelle cried. "He shot you!" The medic said, readying another tranquilizer... "Like hell he did! One of those pigs shot me! Johnny!!! Please, I'll do anything! Let Johnny stay with me, please!" The medic sighed, shaking his head as he stuck Rachelle with a needle.
Eventually they got to the hospital and the medics decided to put them both in the hospital. Johnny seemed to belong there anyway, they concluded. Rachelle was quickly and easily taken care of, bullet out of her back and stitches, the blood she had lost replenished. The night was a long one but when morning came Rachelle opened her eyes to blinding light from the sun and snow mixed together. "Nny!!" She screamed.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 22, 2006 22:24:12 GMT -5
Johnny awoke in a small white room. He blinked, feeling odd still. His tongue seemed to be overlarge and made of leather. Nny lay there a few mintues more, before deciding he was uncomfortable lying like that. He tried to push himself up... And failed. His head was still fuzzy from the drug, so he tried again. His arms wouldn't move. How strange. They should move; they had never failed to move before. Then everything fell into place. He was in a hospital and he was wearing a straightjacket. He sat bolt upright, struggling furiously. He couldn't shift his arms so much as an inch. Now, if he could find something sharp, then he might be able to saw through enough fabric to break free. He slid out of bed, noticing with distaste that he was no longer wearing his boots or long shirt. They touched him... He snarled a curse and paced around the room, but he couldn't find anything. "Let me out of here, you mindless little insects!" he yelled. "I want to see Rachelle!" Then he stomped over to the bed and hooked the cord attached to the nurse-call button. It clattered to the floor and he stepped on it. Why they would put one of these things here when the patients here had no use of their arms was beyond him.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 22, 2006 22:42:50 GMT -5
Rachelle saw herself in the mirror across the room. Instead of the bright blue eyes she had been born with, the ones that made the guys get her anything, they were dark, black hollows. Her blonde hair fell over the hollowed eyes in wavy wisps. She was wearing an ugly hospital gown. She hissed through her teeth in pain as her back throbbed. "Johnny!" She yelled again, pushing her legs over the bed and standing, supporting herself with the tall IV stand and the bed. She glared at the IV and pulled it straight out, a bit of blood escaping. Supporting herself with various walls and tables and stands, Rachelle made her way into the hallway. Immediately a nurse rushed over to her. "Where's Johnny!?" She said as she clung to the nurse for support. Tears again stung her eyes. "His name is Johnny C, he's really tall and skinny and has spikey black hair and dark eyes! He-he was wearing...he was wearing black when he came in! Boots with metal toes! Where is he? Did they take him?! Please tell me they didn't take him!!" "Hush, now, he's here! He's a few doors down but the police said not to open the door." The nurse said, pointing down the hall. Sure enough, there was a couple of sleepy looking cops at the door. "Please, I want to see him!" Rachelle yelled, pulling at the nurse's shirt. The nurse shushed her again taking her back into her room and carefully checking the bandage on her back. "They put stitches in you, hun. You shouldn't flail like that so much." After letting her, reluctantly, put the IV back in, giving her pain killers, and sitting her in a wheelchair with the promise of being able to see Johnny, the nurse wheeled her towards the police. Rachelle was practically begging on her knees before they sighed in exhasperation, shaking their heads and starting to unlock the door. "He touches you, you go out." The police officer said as they opened the door enough to get Rachelle's wheelchair in. "You make it sound like he was trying to kill me..." Rachelle muttered then smiled brightly, seeing that Johnny was in fact, all right and not in jail. Just in a straightjacket.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 27, 2006 21:26:52 GMT -5
Nny whirled as the door opened, fixing it with a murderous, insane glare. Then his expression softened when he realized who it was. "Rachelle! Are you all right?" He sat down on the bed and struggled with the jacket again, then sighed. He eyed the open door and then leaned close. "Do you think you can get me out of this? I can fight our way out if I can get my hands on a stethoscope or a pen or something..." Then he trailed off, realizing Rachelle was in no state to go gallavanting off into hiding. "If you can bide your time, then I can. Just until you're healed enough." One of the policemen leaned into the doorway, not liking the whispering. Johnny stopped, straightening up and trying to look innocent. It didn't work very well, but the cop grunted and pulled out of sight after muttering, "Don't try anything stupid, you friggin' psycho." He clearly didn't want to be there and didn't care what kind of trouble that sort of language could get him into.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 28, 2006 0:16:24 GMT -5
Rachelle shot a dirty look at the policeman then looked at the nurse who was now looking a bit flushed. "Uhm, I can talk to him alone. I mean...can I? Please?" She asked. The nurse looked to the doorway and nodded. "Five minutes." One of the policemen muttered. Rachelle nodded back to them and as soon as the door closed she looked at Johnny. "Don't worry, we'll get out. If they take you before I'm healed, we're screwed." She said quickly, glancing back at the door. Seeing it was strangely windowless, she started looking for the places the straps were on the straightjacket. She found them at the sides and on the neck and started undoing them. "We'll be ok." She murmured. "My parents will probably be here any time now. I might be able to see to it that they make you stay longer, for 'mental' reasons." She glanced at him as she was undoing another strap. "What's Eff saying?"
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