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Post by raptor-chick on Feb 18, 2006 2:01:40 GMT -5
Johnny screamed hoarsely again, staggering down the hall, clutching his head as the two voices argued. "EFF! D-BOY! SHUT UP!" He collapsed, knees striking the hard floor, bruising them. "Please... Just... stop." Why should I? D-boy sneered. Will you listen to me? "No! Whenever I do, you always try to get me to kill myself! Why is that your answer all the time? Does it solve anything?" Nny, my boy, it's always my answer because that is the only thing you should do. he said, not unkindly, in the sort of tone you would talk to a slow child in. Look at the things you do. Is that something a normal human being would do? No. It's disgusting, covering yourself in their refuse. "I... I don't know why I do them... Eff tells me to do it... And, and I like it... Punishing them for what they do to me, cleaning the world one ass at a time. I didn't used to be like this... But..." Nny squeezed his eyes shut until rainbow sparks danced under his closed lids. "...I can't remember it. I can't remember things I did as a kid, what my old friends looked like, my old house... Nothing! Everyday, I lose more. Everyday I lose my creativity. All I'm painting now is tentacled monsters and I don't know why! Even they are getting harder to place on the canvas and I don't know what it means! I paint less and you guys get stronger and because you get stronger I paint less! I'm losing who I am-was. Why? D-boy, why are you here? Why is Eff here? Why did you start talking to me and not someone else?!?" Johnny opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ugly linoleum floor. Just do it, Nny. End your life and the pain will go away. You can't die, my boy! Eff chimed in. You are a thing of life, not death. You are a pure thing compared to the other humans. When you kill, you feel better, don't you? "...Yes." When you think about dying, you feel worse, right? "Yes." he replied, slightly louder. Then kill! Do what feels good! Succumb to the joys of the flesh! "Eff, you know how I feel about that sort of thing. Touching others disgusts me." Alright, then succumb to other pleasures of the flesh! Psycho Doughboy, just stop. It will not hurt our Master to wait a little while longer. ...Alright. he said sulkily. "Wait! What master?" Nny asked, but they were gone. They always left when he wanted answers. Sighing, he got up, hardly feeling better about himself, but not nearly as suicidal.
Dee smothered a hysterical shriek as the shadowy stick-figure got up again, after arguing passionately with himself. "Amanda, go! Run! He's coming!" she whispered loudly, waving off the other girl. "Wh-what?" "He's right around the corner! Run, you stupid cow! Oh, crap..." Dee finished, face falling into a horrified gape, like a fish. "Hello, Deirdre." Nny said, smiling like a Grinch and bringing something silvery sharp up. "Did you like what you heard?" "OH SH-" she started to yell before it terminated into a long scream, ending rather wetly and suddenly.
(Heh. I didn't like her much.)
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Post by Ravenmaster on Feb 18, 2006 10:02:56 GMT -5
(claps)
More screaming, crying, just plain trying to kill herself is what she did.
People just wouldn't let her do what she wanted.
Unfortunately, Rachelle just threw herself into a daze, not unconsciousness, which is what she wanted. Of just death. She wanted to forget so badly, it hurt to look at anyone, thinking that they might be dead next. She held her head in her hands, staring at the floor. Her fingers ran over the jagged black stitches that the nurse had tried to sew.
"For the love of God, Rachelle, stop being such a baby!"
Mak sat next to her watching her, rubbing her small back. Of course he was worried about her. His best friend for most of his life. Just sitting there suffering. "I'm going to ask one more time, Rach..." He murmured. "Who did it?" "Did what?" "The killings!" "..." "Tell me, Rachelle!" "I...can't. He'll kill himself. He'll kill everyone." "Do you you want to be known for just holding back answers? Watching everyone die until you go mad?!" Mak yelled. Rachell looked at him. "...Johnny." "Who-" "Johnny! Its Nny! Didn't you see him?!" "I tried not to." Rachelle stood only to walked to the wall and slump against him. "I have to find him and speak to him..." "That's suicide!" "I was trying to anyway." Rachelle murmured then turned the doorknob. "No...Rachelle, you're being dumb!" Mak said as she went through the door. She didn't answer him. Mak followed her silently. Rachelle might not even care if she was being followed or not. She passed the bloodsoaked hallway by the teacher's lounge and looked for where Johnny had slipped into. The shadows....she slipped away into them to.
She found a lot more blood.
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Post by lavana on Feb 20, 2006 12:57:14 GMT -5
Rae could hardly stand the screams; all of it was torture to her ears. She easily pressed her knees towards her chest, as she lay there almost paralyzed. Yet there she was listening the yells as each note tore into her heart. She did not know the people who were being killed, but in some way she had compassion and love for them because she deeply cherished life.
Head racked from side to side as she hummed a little tune to calm herself, but it was all she could do. Thoughts wondered if she would make it and part of her believed that she would. There was no reason why anyone would kill her, plus she was frequently ignored and most likely the killer would pass her without notice, for she was used to it, of coarse.
Yet she had no one to blame it was her fault no one talked to her. You see she has this way of ignoring everyone she meets in other words she didn’t talk much at all. This drew people away and that was why she was here and all alone.
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Post by raptor-chick on Feb 22, 2006 13:28:23 GMT -5
Johnny was standing over Dee, blood covered dagger in one hand. She was trying to crawl away, despite the fact that blood was spurting out of her neck at an alarming rate. Because of the terrible gash, she was rendered mute and could only make gasping and coughing noises as her life bubbled away. "Not so stuck up now, huh?" he said quietly. Dee collapsed, staring at the wall, her breath coming out in one long, shuddering sigh. Nny curled his lip and wiped his dagger off on her shirt, sticking it back in his boot. Turning to go, he heard footsteps. It was Rachelle again. She always seemed to turn up just when he killed. Bizarre. He absent-mindedly kicked the corpse closer to the wall. What are you waiting for? Kill her! "Nope." he murmured. Why not? Eff asked, perplexed. "Because she isn't like the others." So she said sorry. So what? They all do. "She meant it. I... I don't think I can kill her. It won't do anything for me. And besides, I don't have to worry about her telling because I've never been caught. It's weird that way. You guys probably have something to do with it." Eff didn't reply. That was as good as a 'yes'.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Feb 22, 2006 18:12:05 GMT -5
Rachelle watched Johnny talk to himself. She seemed probably less attractive now to anyone, a huge gash on her forehead, blood on her clothes, and her feet were bare from hating looking down and seeing red blood on her shoes. "Nny?" She murmured, folding her arms over her chest. "...who's telling you to do all this?" It was a strange question indeed, even to her. She bit her lip, hoping Johnny would let her speak. "I guess this school could make someone get angry after a while." Rachelle continued. Using the word 'insane' was TOTALLY off the list. "I'm really sorry. For what everyone did. Everyone's scared, Johnny." She looked down. "And now you've killed Dee too." She looked back at Johnny. "Just...I won't tell anyone. If you stop. If you don't stop, I'll get angry and probably try to kill someone too. Or myself. Probably the latter. And I'll tell everyone it was you. I don't want to make you feel threatened but lets face it, Nny...you've threatened all our lives. Phones are cut. None of our cells get reception in this weather. Once it died down you could get out and no one would know who did it. No one pays attention to you. I might be the only one with a burden to bear. People might have seen you but they didn't see you. They saw what you did. Not you. People do that a lot lately." Now she was just blabbering to make time. "I know I never really saw you much. I said bad things about everyone here." She shuddered. "I'm never going to again. It's probably a really sad attempt to save my life and everyone else's but it's true, Nny. Where did you go? That person who's drawings were always in art shows, always up in the hall? No one really took notice. Even when they droned your name for winning first in the talent show. No one noticed. How do I know this? I have to. I'm pretty much the center of the school. Things get around, no matter how much no one cares. You used to be the butt of a lot of jokes. You won't. Not anymore." Rachelle ran out of things to say. "....Why are you doing this?"
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Post by InsanexBandit on Feb 22, 2006 23:16:55 GMT -5
Justin was in the boy's restroom right now, the teachers left him so they could mourn the slain teacher and discuss what would happen next. He grabbed tons of paper towels and soaked them in water. He attempted to clean his shoes, trying to ignore the fact that this wasn't even his blood. "I am really happy cuz' there's only one of me..." He muttered trying to calm himself down while wiping his shoes. "Look at my smile I'm so damn happy that people are jealous of me." Justin was trying to calm down by singing this song, but it wasn't helping much. Happy was actually the opposite of what he was right now. Confused, scared, angry, and sadness were more along the lines of what he felt. He started walking towards the gym, he thought due to the size, someone must have been there that he could stay with. Some comfort and hopefully Johnny wasn't in there. As he stepped into the gym, he found out he was wrong. Deadwrong.
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Post by raptor-chick on Feb 23, 2006 22:30:43 GMT -5
((Bahahahaa... It frightens us, your witty-ness. ;D))
He blinked and tilted his head to the side. "Do the voices talk to you too?" he asked curiously. Despite what he said, the way he said it made him sound almost totally sane. "They talk to me. Two of them, sometimes more. But mostly the two. It's been about three and half years. Right, you guys?" he added. Despite his calm exterior, frantic thoughts were flashing around in his head like sheet lightening. Could he have found someone who was like him? Someone who dealt with it better than he did? It was really too much to hope for. But still... Someone who could understand what was wrong with him; his insomnia and bad wiring and the Figments. "I'm not worried about being caught. I've done some horrific things, but I've never been discovered. Never. Even if was in public. Sure, the police make a big fuss and search for the killer, but never me! I think Eff and D-boy have something to do with it..." Nny slouched down against the wall, sitting comfortably. As he spoke, he gestured expressively with his spidery hands. "You see, I do these sorts of things because I like too. Yeah, Eff also tells me to, but I enjoy it. I don't know... I just take a sick pleasure in it, knowing that I'm removing bad people from the gene pool." He watched Rachelle carefully, his dark eyes looking for any hint of betrayal.
((Fun fact: Nny actually got that way because he was chosen as a 'waste lock', a place for all the negativity and bad feelings to drain. Whoever was in charge chose badly and all the negativity drove him insane. It's really complicated, but if you want I can explain it in a personal message thinger.))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Feb 23, 2006 23:55:42 GMT -5
Rachelle watched him as well. She pushed her hair behind her ear and bit the inside of her lip. "I think all of us hear voices sometimes. Most of the time I think its just conscience but I guess it could be God...or Satan if anyone else preferrs." She murmured then sat down in front of Nny. She swallowed hard then looked at him again. "I don't think anyone would be able to understand what goes on in your mind. But people might try. People might try to help you. I can try. I just...stop doing this. You might enjoy it but it's WRONG." Her voice took on a stern quality. "JOhnny, its wrong, you can't do it anymore. I...I'm not going to let you do it. You...you've killed all these people already." Rachelle felt like she was going to cry now, the lump in her throat rising. It hurt to speak while holding back tears. "If you don't stop...just...stop, Johnny." She wiped her tears from the corners of her eyes with her pink shirt sleeve. "I...I..." She didn't finish. She just sat there staring at Johnny, frowning as she tried to keep back tears.
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 1, 2006 13:05:03 GMT -5
"No no no... Not voices like that... Ones you can hold a conversation with, ones that are always there." Perhaps not like him... "No one would want to help me. They would just toss me into an asylum and leave me there to rot, screwed up on absurd amounts of medication. That is, if it would work on me. Nothing really works, no one can catch me, as I've said before. Eff and D-boy don't allow it. They want me for something else, but they won't tell me. This is all leading up to something." SILENCE! SHUT UP! the two figments yelled. Johnny noted that they seemed worried and was pleased. "What do you mean, you're 'not going to let me do it'? You know that if you try, as much as I don't want to, I'll kill you, right? You should really try what I do sometime. It's really quite liberating to have such power over them." he said, his emphasis on the word 'them' like you would say 'insect' or the like. Then he sighed, watching her fight back tears. Oh, fook. "Look, I'm not going to stop, but I won't kill you or that friend of yours unless you get in the way, alright? This is an opportunity that I can't pass up. I can't keep stalking those who have wronged me one at a time and dispatching them on the spot or taking them back to my house. That will take far too long." His eye twitched, but otherwise he sat motionless, bony hands clenched until the knuckles stood out white and strained against his unhealthy yellowish skin, his mouth a thin, hard line.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 1, 2006 17:14:51 GMT -5
"So its a genocide? Right?" Rachelle said. "And I don't need to do what you do. I already control the majority of the school. As you have probably seen, helpless freshmen cling onto my every word like they need it to live. If I say Brittney Spears is a pregnant dog, they all agree, even the ones that I know perfectly well copy her dance moves or try to sing like her. If I say something is cool, apparentally it is. Even if its just a rumour of something I said, people still feed off of it like ants on mound of wet sugar. I don't need to kill to get what I want." She watched Johnny then looked at his hands then put her hands over his. "Stop doing that." She said, opening his fingers. Mostly it was just a habit of Rachelle's. Weird habit, but a habit none the less that she hated to clench her fists so tight. His hands... She thought. They're so cold... She watched his hands again then pulled hers away. "...Sorry."
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Post by InsanexBandit on Mar 1, 2006 18:43:52 GMT -5
What is she doing?! Justin thought as Rachelle continued to talk to Johnny. He shifted uneasily as he wondered what he would do. Not sure if he could trust Johnny that he wouldn't kill Rachelle or 'that friend of yours'. Who was that? Justin or Mac?The question rolled around in his mind as he stood there in the doorway staring at a murderer.
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Post by lavana on Mar 3, 2006 20:41:33 GMT -5
Rae listened helplessly from the bench as her knees pressed tighter against her chest. She could hear voices somewhere near. The killer was obviously talking to someone, but whom? Well she couldn't tell because she couldn't see and for that she was grateful. Then came the girl who sounded rather wimpy, no offence, but she was trying to stop a mad killer. Who was at the moment talking about the voices inside his head? Then he spoke about not stopping, which still put her in danger, but most likely he would go after people who get in his way. All of it was just rather strange maybe even just a bit too much for her.
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 7, 2006 10:25:03 GMT -5
"It's not a genocide." Nny said, pulling away. "And please do not touch me. I don't like human contact." He drew away slightly further, sliding a few inches along the wall. "A genocide is when one particular group of people is singled out and systematically destroyed. I hardly call ass holes a distinct group." He smirked. His ears caught a faint sound, the rustle of cloth or something similar. He tensed and glanced wildly about, his eyes finally resting on a girl sitting on a bench a short ways down the hall. The smile faded, to be replaced with his insane look again. "YOU!" he spat, not because he recognized her, but simply because she was there and had intruded on his privacy. Johnny jumped to his feet, reaching for his dagger.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 7, 2006 18:02:11 GMT -5
"Stop it!" Rachelle said, standing up and grabbing his scrawny shoulder, unheeding of his want to be untouched. "She's just sitting there, its not like she's doing anything to you!" She kept her trebling hand on his shoulder. "Just let her go, Johnny...or I'll tell everyone."
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Post by lavana on Mar 11, 2006 20:33:35 GMT -5
Due to my lax in grades my parents will only allow me to get on the internet on Saturdays. Please excuse my lack of activness.
Once attention was drawn to her Rae wasted no time getting up and running. You must remember that when a person runs for their life, they run really, really fast, but most likely not fast enough. In Rae case she hoped that she could make it somewhere safe in time, anywhere. Silently she slowed and was aware that the girl had put her life on the line for her. The coward in her wasted no time in telling her that she might make it if she kept running. Yet part of her was prideful and could not let that girl die. Quietly she shook her head not believing that she was actually going to go back. Curse the mother who had taught her so well.
But first she looked in her backpack for some supplies, nothing but a pen. So she loaded that into her pocket and looked around for something else. Luckily she came up with a pair of succors and a large jacket from some locker nearby. She put on the jacket zipping it up hoping that it would provide some protection no matter how foolish that sounded. Then she was off after placing the scissors in her coat pocket. She wondered if she would make it in time and she raced down the hallway.
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