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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 21

Squee sighed to himself as he made his way through Johnny's yard, careful to avoid walking on the lumps that were really shallow graves from which little, gray clothes moths flitted when he passed by. This had been a very stressful day, and to top it off he was going to end it by visiting Nny, something that never really seemed to relieve his stress. The worst part was that at the moment he was missing something vital to paying the homicidal manic a visit: caution motivated by a will to live. In fact, he was currently feeling pretty reckless. He didn't even know how many people had died today for something that was probably his fault, maybe even his will somewhere deep down and hidden.

He approached the door callously, and knocked three times nervously, but without appropriate apprehension. “Nny? It's me, Squee. I got your message. You home?”

Some scuffling was heard through the rickety, wooden door followed by what sounded to Squee like a muffled “come in”. He slowly pushed the unlocked door open, and walked in, abandoning his normal procedure of quickly stepping to the side of said door right as he would open it...just in case.

“Hello, Todd. I'm glad you could make it.” The anorexic-looking man stood in the center of the sparse living room, leaning against an old, stained couch that appeared to have been stabbed quite a few times.

“You said it was important.” Squee tried to keep any trace of annoyance from his voice. “Something to do with my bear?”

“Oh, yes, that old thing. Johnny took it while you were at work, and burned it. Don't worry. He got every last piece of stuffing, so the bear is completely gone.” The man said in a upbeat tone.

The hairs on the back of Squee's neck stood on end at this. Since when did Johnny talk in third person? Or remember that his name was actually Todd?

“You look distressed, my boy. Surely you're not upset over a childhood toy. The body, I assure you, was quite insignificant in the long run.” His lips formed a smile too big, even for Nny's face, a familiar smile. A smile Squee had seen that very morning on his canvas.

“I no longer need it.” He pushed himself off of the back of the couch to advance in a slow, but determined, motion on Todd.

“Shmee?!” Panic-filled eyes darted from his advancer, to the door, and back, as it swung closed and actually locked this time. He backed up anyway, feeling his hands ball into fists so that he was digging nails into the palms of his hands, hoping to wake up from another nightmare.

“Well done, Todd. You always were bight..for a human. Still think I'm not real?”

Todd felt his back contact the door, and one hand shot back to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. It was as if some invisible pressure was holding it in place. “W-what did you do to Johnny?”

“Ohhh, nothing..much. I'm just borrowing his body for a little while. I've always wondered what the human condition was like, not having a true physical body and all. And then your crazy neighbor was kind enough to destroy my prison.” Shmee paused in his speech as he reached the distraught teen, who tried to bolt from his reach, only to be meet with Johnny's arms crashing down, into the door behind him, on both sides of his frame. “So I figure, the least I can do to repay his noble efforts is to show him some parts of the human condition that, even with a physical body, he seems to neglect.”

The other's last sentence had his eyes widening even further in terror. Todd could deal with Shmee wanting to kill him, but killing was definitely not something that Nny had neglected to do. Behind him, his hand worked desperately at the door knob without him telling it to do so, but still to no avail. “No.”

Surprisingly, the vocalization seemed to come from the boy before him, and from deep within the body he had overshadowed. Johnny C. was fighting harder. Shmee smirked to himself. Apparently, the manic really did have a problem with physical contact. Good. Let this be a lesson to him. Let it be a lesson to them both. He used Nny's hand to twirl a strand of his boy's hair around a finger, taking pleasure in the fear that spiked through Todd's being as he pressed himself hard against the door, as if hoping he would melt through it. The hand then traveled through his shaggy hair in a parody of affection before grabbing a handful, and jerking the teen's head back against the door.

Squee winced as his head hit the wood harder that it had hit the bookcase that morning. There was a painfully hot throbbing, making it impossible to tell if he was bleeding. When he felt the other's mouth crash into his own with violent force, he wished that he had passed out upon impact. Suddenly, having his first kiss with a drunken lesbian didn't seem so bad. He attempted to push Shmee away, but his upper arms were suddenly held in a vice grip against the door. His mouth was clapped shut, but he soon found that the same pressure that was holding the door was blocking his nasal passages. Though he felt his muscles tense up, and his lungs contract with the lack of oxygen, he tried franticly not to give in.

Shmee's insane smile returned against the other's mouth. Todd had always been strong willed. It was difficult fighting both him and Johnny at the same time, but this delicious fear was so very worth it. He quickly lowered one arm from the boy's to land a hard blow to his chest, making him release what little air was in his lungs and open his mouth to involuntarily take in a breath. In this instant, he slipped the homicidal maniac's tongue into Todd's mouth, once again cutting off his air supply. The fear seemed to crest as he pressed hard against the other, filling himself with pleasure and energy.

As his neglected lungs heaved without recourse, Todd's mind seemed to be running too fast to make out any individual thoughts, only feelings. The fear and violation seemed all consuming, like when his room and being had been devoured by the monstrous blood. In the moment he realized this, an invisible hand seemed to squeeze his heart.

Darkness crept over his vision, followed by brief flashes of red light. He could feel his mind slipping. He was going to lose consciousness soon, but something pointy was rubbing against his hip..something too sharp to be what he had at first feared. His free hand reached out to wrap weak fingers around the cold metal hilt of one of Nny's knives. Without enough thought to allow for hesitation, Squee pulled the knife from its holster on his neighbor's belt, angled it upwards and drove it forward with all his remaining strength, into the other's chest, where he gave it a sharp twist.

Pain and shock coursed through his borrowed body as Shmee finally pulled it away from Todd, allowing him to breath, to observe the damage. The body was leaking. And it hurt! And inside, Johnny was laughing! This was not at all how he had planed his foray into the human condition to go. He felt the body start to weaken from blood loss as he looked back up at Todd with what he imagined was a hurt expression. The grip Johnny's hand had on the other's arm loosened as he took several steps back from the boy, taking the knife, which was still embedded in his chest, with him.

“Why? Did you really think I would kill you, Todd? I may not need the bear, but I do need you. We have a bond...a bond that will remain until you die.” That said, Johnny's body went lip, falling to the dusty floor of the living room on its back.

Todd could feel himself start to shake all over. Hot tears sprung from his eyes as he looked upon the body of the killer that had saved him from horrible fates on so many occasions. Johnny's eyes seemed to turn a lighter shade, from a dull black back to the usual brown, as the thing that had once possessed the body of a stuffed bear left unharmed. What had he done? Trembling hands rose in front of his view of Johnny. They were covered in blood. His legs seemed turn to jello, and he collapsed to his knees beside the maniac.

“Nny. I'm...so sorry.” His shuddering hand once again grasped the hilt of the blade, this time to pull it out. As he removed the knife, he was shocked to feel another hand on his own.

Wide eyes meet Johnny's as the man spoke in a weak voice. “Squeegee...I'm proud of you...but don't let this become a habit. Heh. Your pupils look like flying saucers. Is it Tuesday?” He gave a weak amused smile, and his eyes twinkled with psychotic humor before taking on the dullness of death.

“Nny?” The other demanded in a torrent of sorrow. “Please. I'm sorry.”

Sobs racked his body as he looked from the bloody knife to Johnny's lifeless body. Using his legs to shimmy backwards, he leaned against a boarded up window beside the door, still clutching the knife. It was never going to stop. The horrors were never going to leave him alone. The people around him were never going to be safe, and Shmee wasn't going to let him be until he died. He attempted to calm his breathing as he looked resolutely at the knife.

Dying didn't seem like such a terrible idea right about now. He couldn't live like that. Taking several deep breaths, Squee tightened his grip on the knife, bringing the blade to his left wrist. He placed it against his artery, using the pulse as a guide because the tears were blurring his vision, before pressing down firmly. He had to fight the urge to pull back when he felt a searing pain as the blood started to flow. Instead, he changed angles, digging in deeper and pulling the knife down his arm a few more inches before finally dropping the blade when bright red fluid spurted out, covering his clothes. Incarnation: a type of bloody light.

As he sat there, watching the blood poring from his own body, mixing with the puddle leaking from Johnny's, he felt his limbs begin to grow cold and numb. He could feel the pulsation of his heart beat throughout his entire body, and more blood was gushing out with every pulse. His mind had never had time to completely clear from the previous near-suffocation, and now his eyelids seemed like they were made of lead.

“WHAT did you DO?!” Shmee's once again disembodied voice demanded, for once free of its all-knowing condescension.

“I'm turning out the light. Goodnight, Shmee.” As the boy's head fell back against the boards, he thought he saw a flash of red luminance just before his eyes closed, and his mind was enveloped in darkness.

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Notes:

-“Incarnation: a type of bloody light.” is either a quote or paraphrase from an Anne Rice book, I think The Vampire Armand...I've read so many that they run together a bit.

-Do not despair, his is not the end!
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