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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 16, 2006 7:52:53 GMT -5
Rachelle watched Johnny then looked at the carpet again. "...No one is superior." She murmured. "No one...we're all the same. People may think they're better but in thinking that they're brought down to the level they think they aren't.
'Blessed are the persecuted, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven...'" Rachelle glanced at Johnny and caught the perculiar look then turned a little red. "...Uhm...Catholic." She murmured. "When we're persecuted for something we believe in, it does nothing if we cancel it out with hating the people who persecute us which all makes us the same. Someone may have higher standards than someone else which in society makes them look like they are better than other people. But we're all the same."
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 17, 2006 23:53:04 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. "So what you are saying is that because I hate that people are cruel, small-minded things, I am no better than they are?" Nny shook his head. "I can't believe that. I can't sit on a high chair and smile and wave and simper and give my thanks to the people that spit on me and refuse to understand who I am. I'm not that kind of person. I'm not the same as the others. All they want is to satisfy the carnal hungers of the flesh and they don't care who they step on in that process. I don't avoid them or let them crush me; I push back and I push harder. If they leave me alone, I don't give a rat's what they do. But when they mess with me, they designate themselves to be removed from this plane of existance." Nny tilted his head to the side, listening to something and falling silent. After a moment it became apparent what he was listening to; sirens. His eye twitched. "I suppose you have call display at your house?" Muttering and cursing to himself, Johnny frantically gathered up several daggers, stuffing his favourite ones in his boots and tucking the rest into his backpack. "I don't think you house-keeper lady quite beleived you were safe." he said. "She must have looked up my name and called the cops to get you. There aren't very many Johnny C's here." Sighing and pausing in his mad scrambling, he ran his hand through his hair. "I don't know if they'll search the house, but I want to be ready. If you can, get them out of the house quickly. I'll hide in the basement." Listening again, he added sourly, "By the sound of the sirens, it sounds like there are lots of them, so that might not be very easy at all. If things get bad, get away as fast as you can. I don't know what will happen." He started to head down the stairs, hating the way the noise of the police sirens invaded his head and blocked out all coherant thought. Much like the Doughboys. ((It's funny how in the JTHM series, you only know the last name of one character. The rest are all initials.))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 18, 2006 17:00:30 GMT -5
Rachelle listened to him, darkness seeming to drop on her shoulders. When Johnny finally left, she was still on the couch, staring at nothing. "...Finera...did she?" She murmured then the sirens felt louder and she couldn't hear herself think anymore. She got up and searched around the house for a moment and looked for a back door and strangely, Johnny didn't have one that she could see... She made sure the front dor was still locked and pressed her back against it, sitting on the floor. She stared at the basement door before looking at the floor. "These people came to take you home and arrest that lunatic! Isn't that great, Rachelle?!" "It's not great! It's horrible! You did this! You knew Finera would call and you didn't tell me!" "It's called common sense, dear. You should have remembered the caller ID and Finera being worried..." "She didn't even answer the phone! I got the machine!" Rachelle argued but was only rewarded with silence. She could feel the rumble of trucks and cars coming towards the house on the newly cleared roads. It was a little while before she felt someone push against the door and try to open it. "Open up!!" Someone yelled on the other side. Rachelle pressed harder against the door. She reminded herself that she told Johnny she wouldn't let him get hurt. She heared glass shatter above her and sprinkle down on to her head and arms, cutting her in different places and she screamed. "Open the door!" "Go away!!" Rachelle pushed herself away from the door as someone started to chop through the door. She went into the kitchen sitting down by the stove, watching the hall as she heard the CHOP CHOP CHOP of the ax going through the front door.
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 18, 2006 18:16:28 GMT -5
Nny clenched his fists, shaking with rage. They were trying to get into his HOUSE now! And he, like an idiot, left Rachelle alone up there on the false hope that she would be able to make them go away! Look at this. You've succeeded only in making her life miserable now. "D-BOY! SHUT THE HELL UP! I can't think with you and all the damn sirens!" he screamed hoarsely. What should he do? If they came down here now, he'd be as good as trapped if there were enough police officers. His basement was ridiculously huge and complicated, but with enough people and the help from some of the jerks he had imprisoned down here, they could find him. Stupid house-keeper!
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 18, 2006 18:26:23 GMT -5
Rachelle heard the door bust open, the snow and large draft of wind running through the house. They started searching and Rachelle scrambled to her feet and met a policeman in the hallway. "Don't go in the basement!!" She yelled. "You'll die down there!!" She felt herself being pushed towards the door. "Where is he?" Rachelle stared at the policeman she had met in the hallway. She watched him for a moment then murmured, "Who?" "The killer!!" "...what killer?"
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 20, 2006 11:41:50 GMT -5
They were at the top of the stairs now. He could hear them, but he coudn't see them. Nny had retreated into one of the rooms. The one witht he thing behind the wall, to be exact. Oh Rachelle, he thought, don't make them angry.D-boy chortled happily in his head, sounding very different from his usual melencholy self.They're coming to get you, Nny my boy! After they see what you have done here and at the school, I will be surprised if they don't try to shoot you on sight! Nny swore angrily at the styrofoam figurine that was staring at him blankly. You can get out of this, Nny. They don't know this house. Just slip through the doors and head to one of the lower levels. In fact, there is a passageway that leads into one of the neighbors- "No Eff. I can't leave Rachelle alone. I hate hiding down here, but at least I know most of what is happening and I can help her if they start getting rough. I won't just run cowardly away, leaving my home alone." Oh crap. They were coming down the stairs now.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 20, 2006 17:35:05 GMT -5
The policeman kept throwing questions at Rachell, mostly, "Where is the killer from your school?!" To which, she'd reply, "What killer?" or "There's a killer at our school?" He sighed, running his hand over his face. "Stupid girl...why'd you tell 'em not to go in the basement?" Rachelle watched him. "It's too dark. You'll break your neck halfway down the stairs." The officer looked scared for a moment then suspicious before another two men came, escorting Rachelle out the door though she kicked at them and tried to get back into the house. She was taken into a small ambulence where they tried to treat her scrapes and the gash on her forehead better and calm her down. It was dark out now. Rachelle hadn't really noticed before. They had to have left the school hours ago...but it didn't feel like hours. "I need to go back in there..." She murmured but was stopped. "You need to stay in here. You've been a bit hurt." "I NEED to go back in there!!!"
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 25, 2006 21:12:35 GMT -5
"Oh, screw it..." Nny muttered to himself. He threw open the door and began pounding upstairs. The cops had moved away from the door, so he'd probably be able to get by them now. Aren't you forgetting something, Nny? Eff asked. "Oh, right." He looked down at the daggers in his hands and stopped, sliding them into his boot tops. However, he still forgot that his white-striped shirt sleeves were spattered with dried blood. "Rachelle!" he screamed, coming up to the top. "Don't go with them!" He didn't know if she was even in the house still. Panting, he cleared the last step and paused, surveying the much brighter room while his eyes ached fiercely as they adjusted. "Dammit." he muttered, seeing over half a dozen police. "Where's Rachelle?" he asked, trying to look more innocent.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 25, 2006 22:01:46 GMT -5
One of the officers grabebd Johnny by the shoulder, pulling him into the crowd. "Are you him?!" They all asked at once, grabbing some form of protection or restraint for Johnny. "Are you the highschool killer?!"
"Nny!" Rachelle screamed, struggling against officers and paramedics. "Let go of me! They've got the wrong person!" She finally managed to break through all the hands grabbing at her, busting back into the house. "Johnny!"
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 28, 2006 22:49:09 GMT -5
Nny did not react well to being grabbed so suddenly. "LET ME GO!" he screamed, struggling and kicking. He broke free and darted a short distance away. "Come with us, kid. We won't hurt you." an older officer said, slowly approaching. Nny glared madly at them. To a paramedic and several other cops he muttered, "That kid's got a lot of blood on him. Doesn't look like there is an injury though... He might be the one." "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME! Get away, pig! RACHELLE! RACHELLE!" He wanted his knives. He wanted to give the paramedics a real reason to be here. From his gaping door, he could see, beyond the ambulances and police cars, several media vans arriving. They skidded dangerously, one crashing through a neighbor's mailbox, a couple others halting on front lawns. His eyes darted towards the basement door. "Follow me!" he yelled, diving through the door so fast, he virtually fell down the stairs.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 28, 2006 23:39:43 GMT -5
They did as he said, following him quickly, guns and flashlights drawn. Rachelle was left at the back, but coming down too...She wasn't even sure if Johnny wanted her or the police to follow him down... "Johnny!" "Rachelle Cross!" One of the paramedics grabbed her arms, Rachelle left kicking in the air. "Let go! I have to go down there, he needs me!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face. The paramedic sighed. "There's nothing you can do for him." Rachelle stared up at him then relaxed, walking up the stairs again. They took her to the abulence again, now feeling tired. No wonder...it was pretty late. "I want...I want to help him. I can't just give up." She murmured. Then why are you giving up, Rachelle? "Because..." She said. "...there's nothing I can do for him." You...could pray. You remember...pray for him. It's the best you can do at the moment. Rachelle cried out in the sudden pain that throbbed in her forehead, from the medic taking out the make-shift stitches the nurse had put in. She closed her eyes again. "Okay...I'll...I'll pray for Nny. Then, I'll fight for him."
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Post by raptor-chick on May 10, 2006 11:40:41 GMT -5
Nny pelted through the dim halls of his labyrinthine basement. Behind him, he could hear the many police officer's shoes striking the hard concrete floor. Their flashlights danced over the walls crazily. Nny knew that Rachelle had not followed him, as he had wanted. She would have been safer down here, away from the noisy people. Then, a sudden thought struck him. Maybe she was immune to being hurt and caught like he was. The police should have used their guns, or at least a taser by now, but they hadn't. Foolish, foolish humans... He ducked into a room. Turning, he surveyed the walls. They were hung with a disturbing amount of weaponry. Much of it looked like some of the strange things that they came up with in medieval times. Nny pulled a scythe off the wall. Finally giving into your animalistic side, eh, Nny? Good for you. "Shut up, Eff." Mocking laughter echoed in his head as he strode out of the room. "Come on kid! Just give yourself up! I don't want to hurt you!" a single officer yelled. They had split up to search the basement. That was the second most foolish thing they had done. The first was coming down here. He stalked up behind the young man, drawing the sharp implement back. Then he swung it with deadly force, slicing through skin and meat and bone with a spurt of blood. "One down, more to go." he smirked.
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 10, 2006 16:34:55 GMT -5
"Your guardian told us that the caller ID was no one that had called you before and was suspicious." THe officer said. He could tell Rachelle wasn't listening. "One of your friends said that you were almost killed yourself by him. Did he take you captive?" Rachelle glanced up at him and shook her head. "No. He and I left together." She murmured and scratched at the bandage on her head. She glared at the officer. "I want to go inside." She added and stood. "You can't do that." The officer said, putting a hand on Rachelle's shoulder that she swatted away. "I don't want to be touched!" She screamed. "And it wasn't a request, it was a statement!" Great, Rachelle! Fight him! Nny needs you!" "Are you crazy?!!" Rachelle looked at the cold wall of the ambulance. She was wrapped in someone's hand-me-down jacket but she was still cold. "That's offensive." She muttered. The police officer tilted his head. "Excuse me?" "I'm going in." She said, pushing him away from her abruptly. THe police officer grabbed her arm. "You can't go anywhere, Miss Cross." But Rachelle pulled back her free and and punched the officer in the nose, breaking his glasses in the process. She whirled around, jumping out of the ambulance and dashing through the snow, joke intended, towards Nny's door. Her hand had broken glass stuck into it and was bleeding. She saw an officer at the door and ran past him before he could say anything. She hurried down the stairs, tripping over them at times and found the bottom when she tripped the last time, landing on her hands and knees. She looked around. "Nny?" All she could see were rushing officers...but it smelled like death in there...Johnny must have been pulling an Eff again. "Johnny?" She stood, her knees in a numbing pain, obviously bleeding. She had a horrible feeling in her stomach, like she was going to throw up any minute. "You mustn't push yourself so hard...find Nny and you'll be happy..." "Happy...yeah. I will." Rachelle murmured and clutched her stomach, looking around for Johnny.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 20, 2006 15:35:38 GMT -5
(again, I'm gonna be totally mean and try to push this along..eehhh!!! *closes eyes*)
Rachelle continued to look for Johnny untill a shot whizzed by her ear. She cried out in fright, dropping to the floor with her hands over her head. She heard careful footsteps behind her and glanced backwards, seeing an inexperienced looking policeman, gun shaking as it was pointed at her. Rachelle's eyes widened, staring at him. Get up!! RUN! Rachelle stood quickly scrambling to the darkness when pain shot through her lower back, seeming to go straight through her with a wet ripping sound of something small. She fell, almost in slow motion as she tried to figure out what had happened to her. ...They shot me? Rachelle thought as her head hit the ground a loud crack being heard. She could hear herself screaming uncontrollably and many hands on her and feet tromping around her. "Johnny!!!" She screamed. "Johnny!"
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 21, 2006 10:12:52 GMT -5
"Hang on!" he screamed back, the single shot echoing in his head like a crack of thunder. The cops were yelling and cursing and so many were now gathering around... It would be easy to slip through the secret passage and leave until this calmed down. But he couldn't do that. Rachelle hadn't left him in the school when he was even deeper in his insanity than usual. She was his lone friend. He swore and went after her. He stood before the frantic cops. One was pressing a piece of cloth to an ugly wound on her back. It looked as if they had taken it from one of the rooms. It wouldn't be very clean since it had probably been used as a gag before. At least she wouldn't bleed out. "If you let me see her, I'll go with you for whatever you want." He dropped the scythe with a noisy clatter.Uh, Nny? What are doing, my boy?!? They'll capture you! "Yeah. I know. But she'd probably do the same thing in my place." A dozen guns were pointed at him, dark barrels looking like portals to another dimension. How he hated guns. So loud and irritating. If people only used guns on themselves, the world would be a much nicer place. "Let me go to her." Johnny said, thin hands raised. His eye twitched. Too many people... Nevertheless, they let him crouch beside her. The officer who was keeping her from bleeding while they fetched a paramedic irritated him. Nny slapped his hands away, balling up the cloth more tightly. "I know more about the wounded human than any of these idiots. I'll keep you alive." he said to Rachelle, voice wavering.
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