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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 7, 2006 23:11:36 GMT -5
(mkay, night!)
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 9, 2006 23:31:37 GMT -5
Nny's hands trembled. What if she found all the... stuff he had in his basement? What would she think of him? Would she leave? He craved friendship; he despretely wanted someone to confide in, to tell his innermost secrets to. He didn't want her to go. But he also didn't know what to do now; Rachelle had disobeyed his command. He had told her not to go into the basement and she did... But why had she? Were the Figments or their master somehow influencing her to enter his domain of pain and terror? His labyrinth of torture? The skinny boy darted and glance back at the room where Eff and D-boy were. He suddenly felt a strange thrum of fear and didn't know how to explain it. "Rachelle... What are you doing down here?" His nervousness made his voice quaver like he was angry. What was she doing? Could she even be trying to contact Eff and D-boy? As far as he knew, they couldn't talk to anyone but him, but they could probably move by themselves, unless he was very forgetful. "I don't want you down here. It's not safe for you... for anyone... Only me. Get out." Johnny winced as someone gave a very loud groan, coming from behind a closed door. He glanced at it, clenching his hands and swearing silently to himself.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 9, 2006 23:45:34 GMT -5
Rachelle nodded. "I'm sorry, Johnny. I was just worried you weren't going to come back...or that you were going to get in trouble or something...I don't know. I'm sorry." She stepped back towards the front door she had locked and leaned against it. She did her best to stare straight at him, not wanting to see the bit of fear in her eyes. She had thought her wrongdoing would have gotten her punished by Johnny and she figured every punishment JOhnny had was death. She glanced at the doorknob for a moment then looked back at Johnny. If she left, they'd come and take him away. If she left, he'd hate her for leaving him alone. If she left, she'd be alone. She was suddenly startled as a loud whistling grew from the kitchen. It was the kettle, shouting at them that their water was boiled. Rachelle didn't move, just trembled against the door, staring at the kitchen doorway, waiting to see if Johnny would go get the kettle. she swallowed silently and gripped her shirtsleeves. If Johnny wanted to try and hurt her for disobeying him then so be it. He had told Rachelle not to go into the basement and she did anyway. It was what she deserved.
I deserve...I deserve to be punished...for all the rotten things I've done. What I've done to Johnny...I'm not worth saving.
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 10, 2006 0:09:26 GMT -5
As he poured the water into the chipped and mismatched mugs, he gnawed on his lip, staring mostly into space. Finally, after the long, long silence, he replied, "The only person that could get in trouble in here is you." He paused for a moment, mulling over how he should tell the girl this. "Just... This house is strange. There are the Figments, but then there is more. The room where I put them has something behind the wall." Saying it sounded stupid, ridiculous; how could anyone have something behind the wall? Yep. You got that right, Nny my boy. And you have to do something for us. "Do what?" he said suddenly. "It's a wall. Does this have something to do with Rachelle?" Looking her in the eye as he wrapped his cold hands around the mug, warming them, he whispered, "Have you been hearing anything? An inner voice? Maybe what you think is your consience speaking to you?" Eff chuckled happily, Yes and no, Nny. I need you to feed the wall. You could use her or you could use one of the other victims. She's such a nuisance; always trying to get you to stop. Presumptious bloodsack; thinking she can help you.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 10, 2006 0:18:59 GMT -5
Rachelle watched him then gave a small shrug then heard him talking to himself. She didn't say anything again for a moment before stepping toward Johnny. "I'm thinking weird, maybe. I don't know. I bet it's just the cold outside though. That's all." She said then smiled a little, trying to reassure him. "Nothing's going to go wrong. I'm going to make sure no one gets you in trouble. I don't want you sent away." She sipped at her cocoa then added, "Anything behind the wall shouldn't frighten you. I think your figments are just your mind playing tricks on you. Like you think something's here and it's not. You're smart, Johnny. You can fight whatever's talking to you. I'm sure of it."
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 10, 2006 10:31:26 GMT -5
Johnny shook his head slightly. "It's not my imagination. I thought it used to be and maybe it was, but they are real now. The longer this goes on, the more alive they get. You see, they protect me. I told you before; I can't get caught! The police have come, but they can't find me or hold me! No one gives them my information! I've tried to get captured before! I'm losing myself, I don't remember enough of my early life to fight them! I hardly know what I was like before Eff and D-boy!" He breathed hard, jaw clenched. Then he said quietly, "I thought it was me thinking weird. I blamed it on other things. But by the time I knew better, it was too late. Your own Figments have you." Johnny set down his cup, not really wanting it anymore. Was everyone around him going to go insane or leave? It seemed that way. And now there was the Thing behind the wall. Rachelle didn't beleive him, but, maybe if he showed her, she would beleive him! Beleive that there were some strange and dangerous things out there!
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 10, 2006 16:21:35 GMT -5
Rachelle watched him then set down her cup as well, leaning against the counter and peering up at Johnny. "Nny, I want to know everything there is to know about you. I bet if you have someone real to talk to, you can remember what you used to be like." She said suddenly and bluntly. "I bet I can guess what your favorite color is, and I know it's not black." Rachelle smiled at him again. "It's blue." Of course this was just to sort of move Johnny out of his concrete look. Looking at Johnny everyone probably thought, "God, he must like black..." But maybe that's just what looked good on him. Rachelle's smile fell for a moment. "You can't change him. You can't do anything. He's going to KILL YOU. What you need to do is get the heck away from him!" Rachelle put her hand to her mouth with wide eyes. "Oh my god..." She murmured.
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 11, 2006 12:51:46 GMT -5
"I don't remember my favourite color anymore. Like I said, I don't remember a whole lot before I moved to this house. I know that my old life wasn't very pleasant, I liked to paint, I used to have a best friend and I didn't kill people all the time, but I don't know any of the details. Strange, isn't it? You don't realize how important your memories are for defining who you are until you don't remember them anymore, Rachelle." he said, gesturing at the air with his long, spidery fingers. "Rachelle?" he added, noticing the horrified expression on her face. "What's the matter?" Nny looked at her curiously, but when she didn't answer right away, he pried her hands away from her mouth. "What. Is. The. Matter?" he said slowly, staring her in the eyes.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 11, 2006 17:33:15 GMT -5
"Uh...I..." Rachelle stammered, staring into Johnny's hollow eyes.
I just heard a voice...tampering into Johnny's business and his figments has made me tap into my own...Just like Johnny said. "You need to get out!" Rachelle paused in her thinking once more as she watched Johnny stare at her. His hands were grasped around her wrists tightly, making them cramp up a bit. I'll do what I want...I don't have to listen to something my mind is making up...
"I..." Rachelle murmured then relaxed her shoulders. "I had a weird thought. Sorry...it just made me think a little. I'm okay, Johnny. Really..."
"Do you think he actually cares?" I don't know...he acts like he cares... "Remember when he used to act shy and sane? Johnny's not a very good actor..."
Rachelle's insides squirmed as this voice spoke to her. She tried to look reassuring to Johnny adding another "I'm fine." so he'd let go of her.
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 11, 2006 19:47:46 GMT -5
Nny gave Rachelle a suspicious look, but let go of her, backing off a few steps. She was not acting normal. Of course, ever since he started his little killing spree in the school, she hadn't been acting normal. He heard Eff chuckle to himself and scowled. Picking up his cooling mug of cocoa, he swigged from it and stalked into the kitchen. Nny. I need you to do something for me. Feed the wall. Now. "How am I supposed to do that?" he snapped. With blood, of course. This new bit of information startled him a little bit. "Do I get a bowl of it and start feeding it like a baby?" No, no. Don't be silly. Just paint it. One human should be sufficient for a single coat. "Why should I do that? It just sounds like one of your sick ideas." Because if you don't, an unspeakable horror will burst out and destroy anything in reach. Mine and D-boy's Master. I don't think you want that too happen, hmmm? Johnny sighed, "No..." Then I suggest you find someone. Quickly. Nny was still reluctant and Mr. Eff knew it. Why do you think D-boy has been getting you to try and kill yourself? He wants the Master to escape and to re-integrate with him. However, I don't really want to do that. I like being able to speak and have a body of my own, as flimsy as it is... Oh well, I like being able to damage the ozone layer but, I digress. Feed it. Sighing deeply again, Nny picked up his favourite dagger and dumped his mug on top of the growing pile of dishes. Time to go get one of the jerks he had in his basement. He started out of the dingy kitchen and into the living room again.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 11, 2006 20:54:55 GMT -5
(You Canadians and the weird way you spell favorite...X3)
Rachelle sat on the sagging couch, staring into space.
"You need to get out...I care about you, Rachelle...if you died at his hands, I wouldn't have a host anymore. It's for both our benifits." I bet that's what Eff says to Johnny a lot... "He'll kill you Rachelle! Aren't you afraid of him?" ...A little. "I don't want you to die, Rachelle...I've always been here when you were in trouble...like a guardian angel or something." Maybe I don't want a guardian angel. Ever think of that. "It doesn't matter what you want. Get out of this house, call the police. Johnny needs to be contained." No!!
Rachelle bit her lip then took a last drink of her cocoa. "No." She said to herself and looked at Johnny as he walked into the room. She watched him head for the basement...with a dagger in his hand. "Johnny!" She stood up and walked over to him. "...What...what are you doing?"
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 11, 2006 22:21:45 GMT -5
((You Americans and the weird way you spell 'Colour'. 'Course, I spell it both ways too... Lol.)) He looked at her, a little annoyed and replied, "Just taking care of some fairly urgent business. Why?" He brushed by her and stepped into the dark doorway that led to the deep basement. He ran down the dozens upon dozens of stairs with the ease of long practice, intent on leaving Rachelle behind while he did his grisly deed. Kicking open a splintery door, he surveyed his victims. There were four people in this particular room, all bound tightly up with various chains, hooks, straightjackets and rope. He rubbed his chin, deciding who to choose. They looked at him with their frightened rabbit's eyes, silently begging him to spare their lives... Or insulting him, cursing his existance. They could not speak; he'd either gagged them or performed acts upon them that made it impossible to speak. He didn't like the noise they made. That was all it was; noise. All their crying, weeping, begging, screaming, swearing... Finally choosing his victim, a teenager with a bad haircut, the type who wore spikes and patches and leather and hated everyone because they 'just didn't get them'. He was here because him and his friends had insulted him outside the 24-7 when he was getting a Cherry Brain-Freezy. Unhooking him, Nny dragged the boy over a crate, holding him by his hair so his head was over a bucket. Then he drew his dagger across the boy's throat, releasing the crimson torrent. Then he saw Rachelle. "Oh, damn." he groaned. ((Ack. This post was so grim. I surprise myself sometimes ))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 11, 2006 22:39:07 GMT -5
(24-7?? Don't you mean the 7-11? *is confused* yeah, you're scary, RC.)
Rachelle had followed him fully this time, a bit slower and quieter but was still there when Johnny threw his knife across the boy's throat. She stood at the doorway and, bit her lip, fighting down her last meal. "I told you not to go down here!!! Now he's going to do the same thing to you! Run!!" "J-Johnny...you..." Rachelle spun around facing the darkness as tears of frustration, sorrow, and fear swelled in her eyes. "See? He just killed someone for kicks. He didn't want to listen to you. Sure, he might have grown attatched to you but he'll still kill you..."
"He won't!" Rachelle yelled suddenly. "He won't do anything like that! Shut up!" She gasped slightly, both her hands over her mouth again as she glanced back at the doorway then watched the ground again. "He won't...he won't..."
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 11, 2006 23:36:50 GMT -5
((In the JTHM universe, it's 24-7 instead of 7-11. What makes me laugh is that there is a 24-7 in Edmonton. I like being scary. I'm going to make a t-shirt that says 'Fricken' Evil' I love it... It reminds me of Dr. Evil.)) Nny gaped, oblivious to the boy's shudders and twitches as he bled out into the bucket. "You... They... The Figments..." he stuttered. Throwing the corpse to the side, he roared, "EFF! D-BOY! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!?" He stormed out and into the room with the Doughboys and then snatched up Psycho Doughboy, shaking the styrofoam figurine, then drove his bloody dagger through it, pinning it to the wall. "Tell your Master to let her go!" Oh, look what you've done to my paint job... D-boy muttered angrily. We can't do that... It's too late. She didn't beleive... She tried to fight it... Just like you did. But it's too late for that now. Go paint the wall. Ignoring D-boy's yells and curses, Nny stormed out of the room and grabbed the brimming bucket, taking it to the room that was empty save for a crate and the Doughboys. Pressing a hand to the wall, it trembled again and felt soft. That was new! Taking a paintbrush, he began splashing blood over the wall, starting from the centre and working outwards. "Rachelle?" he asked, poking his head out when he was done.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 12, 2006 7:20:11 GMT -5
Rachelle was turned against the wall, outside the room where Johnny had killed the boy. She had her chin on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. She looked truly pathetic and traumatized, just staring into the darkness of some corridor. She glanced back at Johnny then sat back on her hands, watching him. "He's sick...he's going to kill you now." Rachelle stared at Johnny. "That's a blunt way to put it..." "Do you realize what he did?! He just killed someone to paint a WALL. That's disgusting!" "No...he..." "Get up off your butt and run! Run out of this wretched house!" Rachelle still stared... "I can't. He'll get hurt..."
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