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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 12, 2006 10:21:58 GMT -5
Turning back into the room with the Thing behind the wall, he yanked the dagger pinning D-boy to the wall out, not caring that he fell to the floor. Very good, Nny my boy. Now, you won't have to worry about re-painting again for a little while, at least until the wall fully dries. But then you have to do it again, because the wall will get soft and the Master will start pushing out. "Goody." he snapped and stalked out, slamming the door behind him. "Rachelle? Are you OK? Listen, just let me explain about the whole bloody wall thing..." He could hear her muttering to herself, hear her frightened little breaths. Just like the jerks he had tied up in the sub-basements. "Tell me about your own Figment, or Figments. It'll help. Well, not really, it won't make them go away or make you any less insane, but you'll feel better."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 12, 2006 16:25:40 GMT -5
Rachelle watched Johnny then stood up, walking over to him. "She's telling me to get away from you...I mean...it's a woman's voice." She said. "She keep saying over and over that you'll kill me. But you won't...I don't really want to die...not now." "It's like you don't want to die but don't care if he kills you. That makes no sense!! Stop being so stupid and tell him you're leaving." Rachelle stared at Johnny. "Do you want me to leave, Nny?"
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 12, 2006 17:12:24 GMT -5
Nny gave a short, mirthless laugh. "I'm not that insane yet. I still remember who you are. And..." he trailed off, his eyes looking hurt, "...You don't have to leave unless you want to. Or have to. What about your parents? Don't they mind you being alone in a strange boy's house in the middle of the night?" He ran his hand through his spiky blue-black hair, messing it up even more. Now, was her Figment malignant like his sometimes were or was it, for now, good?
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 12, 2006 17:47:19 GMT -5
Rachelle suddenly took Johnny's hands in hers, watching his eyes. "I don't want to leave." She said then shook her head. "My parents are sometimes gone for weeks at a time. They aren't coming back for a while. Frinera might be a little worried when I'm not there but it's not like it's her fault we were stuck in school." Rachelle glanced at the floor. "Finera's sort of a maid slash babysitter. She's taken care of me for a long time. My parents won't worry. They never worry." She looked back at Johnny then tightened the squeeze on his hands gently. "I don't want to leave."
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 13, 2006 11:47:35 GMT -5
He pulled away. "Uh... Not to be rude or anything... But I'm not really the whole relationship, touchy-feely sort of person..." he stuttered, then flushed, his normally sickly yellow skin turning bright red. "But, um, won't she be worried if she's taken care of you for so long? I'm sure the news of my handiwork has been circulating for a couple of hours now. I don't want you to be written off as a casualty. You should at least make some contact with your guardian. You can stay here if you want, until your parents get back from where ever they buggered off to. That would probably be better, because then you could maybe get used to your Figment a little, so that you won't be blurting out to it suddenly and holding conversation aloud with it." Nny said, conveniantely forgetting that he blurted out to his and held audible conversation with his.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 13, 2006 12:00:54 GMT -5
Rachelle nodded then stood back from him. "You're right. I'll call her." She slipped her pink cell phone out that she had shoved into her pocket hours before. She looked back at Johnny. "I'll go upstairs. You don't get any reception in basements. I'm...sorry I came down here...again." She murmured then headed up the stairs. When she got back into the kitchen, she looked at the phone but wasn't getting reception there either. "Crap...Johnny must have a phone somewhere around here." Rachelle murmured. "Yes...call Finera and tell her to come pick you up." "No. I couldn't do that to her anyway, the roads are too dangerous." Rachelle searched through piles of this and piles of that but found no phone. Maybe...it's better no one knows where I am. If Finera knows, she'll tell people and eventually the police. I'll be taken away from Johnny...and Johnny will be hauled off to some mental institution. I can't let that happen. "WHAT??!!" "You heard me." Rachelle snapped.
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 13, 2006 16:11:58 GMT -5
Johnny finally emerged from the basement, pulling the bloody dagger out of his boot and tossing it onto a table absentmindedly. "Is your phone working?" he asked. "I think I have one around here somewhere..." He began digging through the piles of paper and whatnot, eventually finding an old cream-colored rotary dial phone behind a stack of canvases. "What's the matter?" he questioned, seeing the expression on her face. "Oh... The criminally insane maniac thing... You know, you don't have tell them who you are with." This is getting really quite tiresome. D-boy grumbled. Stop lying to yourself. Oh, shut up! growled Eff. Don't make me break my foot off in your ass! Let our boy live! When was the last time he was so happy? "Since before you guys started being such a pain in the ass..." he muttered. "I can't beleive you did that to her." It was not us, my boy. She was ripe for the opportunity and the Master invaded her mind. Her mind was always a little weak, but then your little escapade at the school really did some damage. If not for you, nothing would have happened. Nny was silent, frowning deeply. What if it was true? No... D-boy was just trying to depress him again. But still...
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 13, 2006 17:06:00 GMT -5
"You're right. I'll just say I'm at a friend's house." Rachelle smiled at him again. "Not like that's a lie or anything." She picked up the reciever and dialed a city number and waited. Somehow, she got the machine and left a message saying she was at a friends house and would be back soon. Rachelle wasn't really sure when "soon" was but she hoped it wouldn't be too short of a time. She didn't want to leave Johnny yet... "Finera will get the message." Rachelle said. "You're so dense, you know that? Why do you think he wants you around?" Because...I don't know. But he hasn't pushed me out the door yet. What if I leave and he gets hurt or becomes really sad? "Do you think you're some sort of sugar pill to keep him calm?" No...I...I just want to help him. "Do you think he wants help?" YES! I DO, ACTUALLY!!
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 14, 2006 17:42:11 GMT -5
Nny smiled a little, but Psycho Doughboy's statement still bothered him. "Just as long as she doesn't call the police on you. I know that some people know it was me and I don't want them to come poking around at my house. I don't know if my stupid little invulnerability counts towards my home too. It would be pretty damn hard to explain all of my... work and... tools. And anyways, I should probably explain about the wall incident." He sat down on the arm of the couch, perching there. "Are you ready to hear about it?"
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 14, 2006 18:06:06 GMT -5
Rachelle nodded then sat on the couch next to him, looking up at him with a small smile. "Shoot." "...That's kind of a weird statement to say to a serial killer..." Johnny's more of a dagger sort of person...
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 15, 2006 1:24:41 GMT -5
"Um... You see, Eff told me that his master lives behind that wall. I don't know if it is actually living there, or if it is some hole to an alternate dimension that contains unspeakable horrors. All I know is what he told me. He said that I have to paint it with blood, to keep it wet. I have to feed the Thing. If I don't... Then the wall gets soft. D-boy doesn't want me to do it; he wants it to get out. I have to keep killing now. I know that I don't want it to get out." He gave an insane grin. "At least I have a reason to rid the world of filth now."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 15, 2006 8:27:52 GMT -5
Rachelle watched him then put her head on her knees. "I guess so...but still, you know it's wrong, right? Killing people won't wolve your problems, except with the wall. It's more of a stress thing right? Like today...those jerkwads in the weight room hurt you after me and Dee were making fun of you in the art room. Then you locked yourself in the janitor's closet and...from what I heard, I guess Eff was trying to push it. And they did." She glanced at the ground. "My first reaction when you started to barge through the door was send Dee down the hall to get away. Why? I don't really know...I was really scared, Nny. The worst part was, when you left after almost killing me...people who I had treated like trash over the years were trying to comfort me. And because of that....because I remembered what I did, because I was afraid of you doing this, I tried to kill myself in the locker room. I was...pretty unsuccessful." Rachelle looked at Johnny again then tapped the bandage on her forehead. "Basically, it was just a bruise. What I mean is that...Nny, everyone has their limits. You can't go on doing this forever, not even to feed some wall...It'll catch up to you."
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 15, 2006 21:12:24 GMT -5
He shrugged. "I'll do it as long as I can. The way I see it, I'm making the world better. I'm getting rid of all the dense little insects in this world. The ones who torment those they hardly know just for being different. The ones who have no remorse for what they do. The ones who commit crimes just for the fun of it. Like the filth who take advantage of women or little children. Fook! I hate that! I may be criminally insane, but I have never done anything like that! I would never, ever want to! I have never stolen anything or killed someone who didn't deserve it! I improve the world by removing those that sully it with their filth!" shouted Johnny, gesturing wildly for emphasis. "People almost never really regret what they do! If they really cared about their own lives, they would have chosen their actions more carefully. When I have them down here, I see that, no matter what they say, they don't regret anything. The only thing they regret is doing it to your face." He was silent a moment, thinking. "I'm at least under the delusion of doing something productive." he muttered.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 15, 2006 21:46:55 GMT -5
Rachelle stared at her arms, holding back tears once again. He had defined her very existance at school. "The ones who torment those they hardly know just for being different. The ones who have no remorse for what they do."
"I was...so late." She murmured. "Who made up this sort of thing? An 'In-crowd', I mean. We're all 'in' the same school together...we're all human. We all have our faults...what makes people single out one group of people and just decide to pick on them...and even though they are a group of people that are in the same situation, they all feel so alone individually......I was so late...I was so late when I was saying sorry...."
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 15, 2006 22:50:28 GMT -5
"I hate how those that do not conform must be tortured. So I do it right back to them. Literally." He didn't notice Rachelle struggling to keep from crying. Nny was too caught up in his speech. "You at least apologized. They did not, at least from their hearts. It was just noise pouring out of their mouths. That was why I couldn't kill you. Had you not meant it, you would by lying in a morgue right now. You are the only one who truly repented your past mistakes." Nny hopped off the couch arm and began pacing, his boots thudding the wood floor heavily. Turning, he finally noticed that Rachelle was near tears. "They are so flawed! You don't have to feel bad about knowing you above them! Revel in the fact that you are truly superior! You are no longer like them! We are all different."
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