HATE IS A DRUG
A different kind of Johnny/Devi shipper fic.
A JTHM/IFS fic by Lio Borte
and Erin Mills
Based on characters created by Jhonen Vasquez
Rated NC17: No kids with supervision allowed.
A quick note: This will be
brief, as there will be a co-authors ranting in a separate chapter at the end
of this fic, and if you want any and all twisted insight as to why we started
this, your best bet is to look there.
But a few things should be
pointed out. We don’t own any characters created by Almighty Jhonen, we just abuse the hell out of them. (duh) There no way in hell we’re making money off of this.
Neither of us can write
dialogue like Almighty Jhonen, so we didn’t try. (Although we
started to get a little silly at the end…)
This fic
deals with kidnapping, rape, torture, the bees,
girl on girl, bondage, and a smattering of killing in homage to Almighty
Jhonen.
This fic
IS a Nny/Devi shipper fic. (If you don’t like this kind of stuff, flee in
terror now.)
This fic
in and of itself is a VERY acquired taste. Please use caution.
Submit any
praise, rants, curses, knifes in the back, flames and psychotic screaming as
reviews. It’s a hell of a lot easier.
Get it? Got it? Good.
***
ACT I: VIOLENCE AND SEX
At last count Devi had
said "Uh Huh" on this date a record 215 times. After a while,
counting was the only way she was able to save her sanity. At least the guy
himself was a normal enough bastard. No projectile shit, no dining on the
brains of waiters, just pompous self-centered lameness.
And this was a step up...great.
Why was she on this date
anyway?
Oh, yes, the small
mountain of dead C cell batteries in her room.
And because Tenna had convinced her it was a good idea.
Tenna. Sweet, perky, psychotic Tenna, who had begged Devi into living with her after the
plane crashed into their apartment building. Tenna
who, after they had lost most of their stuff, chipped in and bought Devi art
supplies.
Tenna, who had fixed her up with Brian,
or as he had been calling himself all night, the Lord of the Darkened Horde.
***
"If he’s a shithead, you can tell him he’s a shit head!" she had
told Devi earlier, "But it’ll be good for you to go out on a date! You--er-"
"Need to get out
more?" Devi supplied.
"Right!" Tenna
had said, happy, "Get out! Explore! I don’t care what the psychic fat says, you need to be with people! Not everyone is an
asshole!"
***
"..Don’t you
think?" Brian said, breaking into her thoughts.
"Huh?" Devi
muttered.
"I said, don’t you
think that damn poser was an asshole?" Brian said, pouting.
"…Uh
huh." Devi
said. Number 216. Brian was grinning
They ducked into the alley
leading back to the parking lot, and Brian started to pick up speed, leaving
her to work her way over the slimy floor herself. Devi growled under her
breath, and tried to match him.
They were about half way
through the alley when two things happened.
There was a sudden, loud
squeak of moving rusted metal.
Devi, surprised by the
noise, tripped on a loose bootlace. Making her fall several
steps behind her date, and nearly landing face first into the splinters of a
broken beer bottle.
"No, don’t help me, I only came close to gouging my eyes out. I’m fine. Really." Devi said sarcastically, trying to hide the
fact that she wanted to kick Brian in the nuts for not helping her... maybe
later. Then she realized he was wringing his hands and looking at the alley
around them,
"What is it?"
she asked.
"Did you hear
THAT?" he asked in a dramatic whisper.
"No,
what?"
Devi asked, examining her loosened boot.
"The
squeeeek!" Brian said, in the same tone.
"Probably
a rat."
Devi remarked happily as she retied her boot. "These alleys are full of
them."
Brian screamed like a
girl, and started looking wildly around.
Devi concentrated on tying
her boot. Like a girl. Her only meal ticket for a while screamed more like a
girl than she did. Now she knew she was cursed.
She cinched the laces into
a tight bow, just as Brian screamed again. A louder scream,
more frantic and frightened, dragging off into a wet gurgle.
"Brian, will you
PLEASE st-" Devi started, but when she looked up
from her feet, she saw that he was pinned to the ground and someone in black
was attacking him with a knife.
"SHIT!" Devi
whispered, going for her purse, and the oversized can of mace she had been
carrying after she had been attacked by Johnny.
"Diiiiie
you bleeding ass lance! Fook! No longer will you
hoard the fizz, dictator of beverages!" the assailant screamed,
as Brian took his good sweet time to die.
Devi blinked at the assailants voice. It was so… familiar. Where had she… oh. Oh no.
Oh no, it wasn’t him. It
couldn’t be him. Not now. Not TONIGHT. The Asshole! He ruined ANOTHER part of
her life. She would kill him. It looked like she would actually have to kill
him to stop him…
She slowly approached
Brain’s attacker, holding out the can of mace, and maintaining a defensive
distance. "DAMMIT! CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONE NIGHT?!?!??!"
Devi screamed at the top of her lungs.
The assailant stopped in
mid-gouge. He paused for a moment, then sunk the long
blade into the remains of Brian’s head. Another moment passed before he started
to move. He slowly stood up, his black clothes soaked with blood, pressing the
cloth against his impossibly thin frame. When he finally stood, he timidly
looked over his shoulder. When he saw her, illuminated by the bad lighting of
the lampposts on either side of the alleyway, his eyes widened.
"Devi?" whispered Johnny.
Devi couldn’t seem to feel
anything definite in that moment. But she knew that, under all the other
conflicting feelings, one thing was tried and true: she was pissed. Not about
Brian, of course. It wasn’t like she liked him, or could even tolerate him for
long periods of time, but DAMMIT, she had needed that guy! Now she was lonely
and horny and pissed off all over again... Nothing in her
future but more of her income going towards cheap batteries and hoping for
those two seconds of Nice. She had actually gone looking for that tonight, and where had it gotten her? Standing
in an alleyway, with the remains of her date and Johnny. Johnny, the one guy who DID like her, but who had liked her so much
that he had been stalking her for over a year now. Just after he tried
to kill her after taking her on, almost, one of the best dates in her life...
DAMMIT, didn't the psycho ever take a break?
"
Nny looked down at the
mess of former living human tissue, then back up at Devi for a few minutes.
"What do you mean?"
"I just... I just DID
dammit!" she said clutching her head in agony,
"Why were you following me again?! I thought that mace blast to the face
from last time, was warning enough!"
Nny started backing up at
the word ‘Mace’ "I--I wasn't following you. I was following him." He
stopped raised one eyebrow, "And for that matter, what were you doing with
him? He's an asshole!"
Devi was, for the first
time in a long time, stunned. She wondered if she should be hurt, by either
comment, but eventually, just shook her head. "I know... I wasn't going to
put up with him any longer than I needed him. Bastard kept on going on about
how he had been a fan of some comic called "Invader Sotch"
from the beginning and all the
Other fans were posers, to
the point where I wanted to keep choking him until he stopped breathing! But...
ah hell, why am I explaining this to you?" Devi sadly moved a bit of
Brian’s gore with her toe. Damn asshole. Made me sit though dinner then died on
me...
"Why were you
following HIM anyway?" she asked, "I knew he was a waste of air,
but..." She trailed off. Memories of the conversation at dinner came back
to her.
***
"You wouldn't believe
what happened to me earlier today." Brian had been telling her, proudly,
"I was working at the 24-7, and this skinny little freak came in and
started freaking out that we were out of Cherry Fizz Whiz..."
"Mmm..."
she had said, wondering how to get him back to her place fast enough so she
could get this over with and start painting again.
"...told him to chill
out that the delivery guy was late and went off on some tirade about the memory
being broken or some shit like that...then he grabbed his head, screamed and
ran out..." Brian had grinned "I called him a freak when he ran
out."
"Yeah?" Devi had said, twirling the ice
cubes in her glass.
***
"Oh FUCK..."
Devi thought as her internal VCR stopped. Three guesses who the guy who flipped
out in the 24-7 was...
"You were at the 24-7
earlier today, weren't you?" she asked Johnny.
Nny stopped doodling Happy
Noodle Boy in Brian’s blood and looked up at her, "You know what happened,
then?"
Devi sighed, rubbing her
forehead. She could feel another headache coming on... "I can guess... I'm
not saying I disagree with you, but your timing was horrible."
"How
so?"
Johnny asked, confused, "Seems to me that if he
was boring the shit out of you, I did you a favor."
Devi sighed. Johnny was
insane, true, but he was also smart. And for someone so smart he could be
INFURIATINGLY stupid sometimes.
"Yes... and no."
Devi looked away from Nny and down at the steaming pile of gore. Stupid life. The more you try to reason, or work with it,
the more it bites back, and tortures you and laughs at the way you try to cave
out a little bit for yourself… The longer she looked she felt her fists
clenching into tight balls, and suddenly, she started kicking the violated
corpse over and over again. "FUCKING DAMMIT!
DAMMIT!!!"
"Um," Nny said,
quietly reaching into his trench coat and pulling out a fresh blade, "You
want to borrow a knife?"
Devi looked up at him.
"No, I do NOT want to borrow the god damn knife, Nny..." But she
trailed off, looking at the glowing edge of the blade, gleaming in the bad
light of the alley. Devi thought for a minute, then snatched the knife out of
Nny's hand and began carving extremely degrading remarks about Brian into his
torn up clay.
Nny found himself blushing
at stuff he had never thought Devi would think, let alone write, but he was
rater impressed by the way she handled the knife. Nice fluid strokes, wonderful
craftsmanship. "Here." he said, bending down next to Devi, "Let
me show you something."
Devi looked at him for a
moment, her surprise turning to consideration. Then turning into a look Nny
couldn't quite place. For a response, she smiled, reached down, picked up a
large piece of brick and slammed it into the back of Nny's head.
Nny looked shocked for a
moment, then his eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he fell forward,
landing soundly on his face.
"Sick fuck..."
Devi said getting up. Maybe that would teach him to leave her alone for a
while. She turned her head around to try to remember which way she was going in
order to get to the car, if the keys were in Brian's pants, or the remains of
which, when she looked down at the passed out homicidal maniac. Odd... he
almost looked... peaceful when he was unconscious and unarmed and... He was
unarmed, wasn't he? She kicked the knife she had been using on Brain down to
the other end of the alley way, and began patting him down.
Fifteen minutes later,
Devi took a break and marveled at the small pile of offensive weaponry Johnny
had on his person. It was amazing what you could hide in a black trench coat
these days, especially if you were as thin as Johnny was. Most of the honed
metal implements of death were bloodstained and dulled. It must have been a
busy night. But aside from the variety of blades, there were also several kinds
of hand tazers, and what looked to be an oversized
hand grenade. Devi slipped one of the tazers into her
jacket pocket. She doubted he would miss it, and she would get more use out of
it...
"..with
the cheese..." Nny muttered.
Devi jumped slightly,
worried that Nny had woken up. But no, the loon was still out like a light.
Devi carefully leaned over Nny and carefully emptied his pants pockets. Two
pair of handcuffs, Beethoven and Baushaus tapes, a sketchbook full of sketches Devi didn't linger to far
over.
"...taco..." Nny
muttered.
And...oddly enough...several packets of taco
sauce. She sat back on her heels and squished the liquid in the hot sauce
packets back and forth a couple times before she realized something. She really
needed to leave. Common sense dictated that she should just get out of the damn
alley and call the cops, or at the very least stop hanging suspiciously around
a graphic crime scene... but strangely enough, she didn't feel any pressing
NEED to. What she did feel she needed to do was to hang around Nny’s currently
unconscious body.
But what the fuck do I do
with him? she thought. Play dress up and invite the
neighborhood kids?
Johnny softly moaned once,
his hands moving protectively in the general direction of the huge bruise on
his head. Devi quietly moved over to him, brick in hand, incase he tried to
move again. She realized how stupid it looked, and sheepishly checked both ends
of the alley to make sure she wasn’t being watched. The situation itself was
bad enough without her looking like a geek...
But something was off. No
matter which way she looked down the alley, she couldn’t see any forms of life.
No pedestrians, no domestic animals, not even cars. And the coffee shop was
closing right about now. There should be small swarms of people in this alley
way right now...
But they just weren’t
there.
Devi felt a little off
kilter and tried to figure out what the hell was going on, while keeping one
eye on Nny. Then she remembered something that had occurred to her in the days
of her self imposed exile after her last live encounter with Johnny.
And she realized what was
going on.
They really WEREN’T there.
She knew Johnny was how
whatever Sickness was had found her. She had figured out that much in the Nerve
office during her former boss’s lecture about monkeys. She knew there was more
going on in Nny’s head than just the atypical speed bumps. But it was slowly
dawning on her now, the magnitude these… things had on reality.
Despite the public venues
and the highly...imaginative ways Johnny’s victims had met their end, no one
seemed to take any real interest. Ever. Devi had
chalked it up to sheer police incompetence in the beginning, but the fact that
she was sitting here with an unconscious homicidal maniac and a man who's spine
had just been removed with, among other things, what looked like a spork only 50 yards from a busy restaurant and no one had
passed in front of the alley yet led her to wonder if maybe there was something
else going on...
And it wasn’t just
happening now. She got that Johnny was the killer who had been roaming around
the mostly blank minded dickheads of the public. But Johnny had never gotten
caught, wasn't even suspected. It was if, no matter what he did, he just…
disappeared from the world’s radar. Like he just wasn’t
there.
What had Sickness's twisted offer to her been? Not just the part
about mentioning the killing, or the many uses of the
word "okay." The ‘perks’ as she put it… "You can do whatever you
want. Anything, even kill."
Johnny had taken that
bargain. So whatever it was that these...THINGS were doing,
seemed to have isolated this alley from the rest of the world, at least in the
time that Johnny would be here. They both just… weren’t there.
So did that mean...she
could do anything and get away with it?
She looked back down at
Johnny, and rolled him over onto his back. She watched his thin chest rise and
fall. She let one hand rest on the scant flesh covering his heart, and let it
slowly travel it’s way down Nny’s chest.
"You can do
ANYTHING...even kill..." Devi felt a smirk quirk her lips as an evil
little thought came into her head. Kill?
She had something MUCH
more fun in mind.
After all, Johnny had
eliminated her date and as a result her plans for the evening… it was only
polite that Johnny himself take the guy's place...
When Johnny came to again,
his head was pounding worse than the last time he had gotten the back of his
head blown off. "Iiig." he muttered. Why
could he kill with no problems, but in a fight always get his ass kicked? And
why did Devi... Devi? Where was she?
Johnny tried to sit up,
and immediately realized he couldn't move his arms. A few more tugs, and he
realized he was chained to a large pipe with his own handcuffs.
"What the demon
footwear of the 6th ring is this?" he asked.
"A polite
reimbursement." said Devi's voice, somewhere in the deeper shadows or the
alley.
"What?" Johnny
asked, even more confused. Then, he saw his pile of weapons off to the side and
swallowed hard. "You're going to cut me open like a toasty maple pop tart
aren't you?" he asked as he tugged at the pipe where his hands had been
cuffed.
"Not
exactly."
Devi said. She paused. "So, what do you call yours?"
Johnny blinked.
"Mine? What mine?"
Devi walked into the light
rummaging in her backpack. "The things that talk to you.
The voices in your head that you think are figments of your own insanity but
aren't.
"Uhhh...I
don't know what you're talking about?" Johnny said.
Devi frowned and kicked
him hard in the ribs. "Don't you DARE fuck with me, Nny."
She crouched down next to him. "I KNOW you know what I'm talking about.
They came for me, too. Mine came out of a painting I couldn't finish during a
particularly shitty period of my life. So what are yours?"
"I...I don't have
them anymore." Nny said quietly, "There used to be the Doughboys but
they're gone now."
"Well, isn't that
just so nice for you. They left on their own, huh?"
Johnny shrugged,. "Sort of."
Devi found what she was
looking for in her purse. "I wasn't so lucky, Nny. I had to get rid of
mine the hard way...of course, she isn't really gone either." She opened
her hand. On her palm was a pair of bloodstained screws.
"Screws?"
"In
a sense. They
were her fucking eyes. I ripped them out of her head. No she's stuck here with
me, in my hellhole of a life."
Johnny said nothing.
"What? Nothing to say? Lord Byron of the 90's has a still tongue? About fucking time." Devi put the screws back in her
purse. "You know what was really odd, Nny? The day before I ripped the
doll's eyes out, she made me an offer, and when I was hesitant, she said that
my friend had already succumbed to them. I thought about that for a while, but
nothing ever came to me. After all I hadn't been out in public voluntarily for
eight months, and my downstairs neighbor Tenna was
the only friend I had."
Devi shook her head.
"As flaky as Tenna is, I couldn't picture her
working for demons...or living insanity beings, or whatever the hell Sickness
was." She put her purse down. "But, you, Nny...well, THAT'S an
entirely different story."
"Um..." Johnny
said. "What do you intend to do?"
Devi got down on her knees
and ruffled what was left of Johnny's hair. "Do you remember your last
phone call to me? You didn't even have the balls to talk to me in person so you
recorded some long rambling tirade about how you wanted to stop feeling."
Johnny squirmed as much as
he could under Devi's hand. "Uh...I seem to remember that..."
Devi grinned malevolently
and stretched out next to him. "What scares you, Johnny C.? Deep in your
slimy little soul, what scares you more than anything?"
Johnny swallowed. Devi was
twisting the strands of hair tightly around her fingers. It was starting to
hurt.
"Could it
be...feeling?" Suddenly, Devi grabbed his head and kissed him, hard. Her
tongue slipped passed Johnny's slack lips and began worming it's
way through the recesses of his mouth.
Johnny's eyes bulged and
he struggled. "MMMPHPHPHHMMPHHM!" he protested.
Abruptly, Devi detached
herself and bounced Johnny's head off the pavement. "Shut the fuck
up."
She reached down and
pulled her blouse off her head, leaving her in jeans and a purple bra the same
shade as her hair.
"You made my worse
nightmare come true, Nny..." she said, smirking just at the corner of her
mouth, "Time for me to return the favor."
Nny starred at Devi for a
full five seconds in wondrous horror before he began to claw franticly at the
handcuffs. All the cuffs unlocked with the right twist, it was just easier than
keeping keys, which was the pattern for this one? Not that one... no, no... must hurry, must hurry-.
Devi pushed him back down
onto the floor of the alley and began slapping him and punching him across the
face. "Dammit... why... won't...you ... stay... still?!" she asked
with every strike.
Nny curled up into a ball
and hoped she would stop soon. After a few minutes she did, as her hands
slipped around to start to undo his fly. Johnny jumped back screeching
"No! don't touch my groin!"
"It's a little late
to ask for THAT," Devi said, trying to separate clothing from flesh. Nny, squirmed and kept trying to pull away. So, Devi knelt
on his chest, and began beating the crap out of his face alone. Over and over
again she slapped him hard across his face. Again, and again
and again... His head was rocked to one side of his body then to
another.
"You don't get it,
Nny. This is the one time you PAY for what you did."
"Stop!" Nny finally got out, "Stop
hitting me! It's starting to really hurt!"
Devi slapped him with the
front of her hand. "Why should I?" the back of her hand followed.
"I thought you said
you weren't going to hurt me!" Nny protested.
"I said I was going
to make you feel. You aren't feeling this?" Devi asked, slapping him
again, "Should I go harder, then?"
"NO!" Nny
screamed "STOP! JUST STOP!"
Devi stopped in midbackhand, and brought her hand down. She spread her legs
so that she slid from pushing her knees into Johnny's chest to straddling it.
She undid her jeans and slid them half way off her hips. "So... what
should I do instead?"
Nny looked her up and
down, slowly and began taking in air in huge gulps. "I... I was wrong.." he said when he finally remembered how to speak,
"Go back to... to beating me up..."
Devi smiled cruelly.
"No."
"What?" Nny
asked weakly. He forced himself to blink and he shook his head, "Look, you
were right, I need to be punished... just... just go back to hitting me...
Devi, please..."
She slid further up his
chest. Johnny found himself staring directly as Devi's abdomen. Her underwear
was black, contrasting with her pale white skin.
"D-devi?" he asked, uncertain, "What.. what are you.."
"Jesus, Johnny, you
CAN'T be THAT fucking clueless."
If it was physically
possible, Johnny's eyes got even wider. "But I... you... I don't exactly
know..."
Devi slapped a hand over
his mouth. "Shut UP! I'm sick of listening to you. You open your mouth
before I tell you you can and I'm gonna
REALLY make you regret it." She stood up. "Don't fucking move."
Nny didn't move a muscle.
Devi disappeared back into
the shadows of the alley, stopping to pick up her jacket, blouse and purse. Nny
heard a snap, then the rustle of cloth. He swallowed again. And then Devi
stepped out of the shadows, buck naked, and grinning
salaciously.
Johnny's eyes expanded to cartoonishly huge proportions.
"So what do you
think, Nny?" Devi said, striking a pose.
Johnny looked at her for a
moment, then responded in the only way he knew how...
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Devi wondered briefly if
Johnny's little freak out could attract any attention, but the street was as
empty as a cheerleaders skull. Johnny was now trying to chew through his own
arm, with the help of the little packets of hot sauce, but it looked like it
was going to take a while.
Devi looked around to see
if the alley had a nice two-by-four she could use, when she saw the large pile
of Nny's weaponry. She grabbed one of the least used knifes and advanced on him
slowly.
Nny looked up from
digesting his first layer of skin when he felt something... coming at him. He
turned right into Devi's face and the blade of the knife. His breath caught in
his throat, and he looked up at Devi's grinning face.
"Now... as I said
before... DON'T. MOVE." she told him, before she started cutting his
clothes off him.
Johnny tensed at first,
but after a few minutes, just let his head roll back, and tried to focus on the
night sky. Better not struggle. Maybe if she saw what he looked like naked,
she’d get nauseous and leave. He felt Devi removing the rest of his clothes,
folding what she could easily pull off and ripping what she couldn’t. Oh... it
was such a pretty night. He always thought he should get out on nights like this.
And he was just as
distracted, so he wasn't even sure he was afraid until Devi pulled him into
another deep, long kiss, pressing him up against the side of a building.
"What are you doing? Fook!" he said, trying to get out of the embrace
again. Devi pushed him back down into a sitting position against the building.
She held the knife to his
throat. "You STILL don't get it, do you? Listen, you little shit, you're gonna sit here like a good boy and let me do my thing, or
you WILL be breathing through your crotch before the night is out. Do you
understand me?"
Nny nodded, as an odd
sensation came over him as he felt the sharpness of the blade pressing into the
skin of his throat, and the much nicer pressure of Devi's breasts pressing into
his chest.
"Good." Devi
said. "Now," She grabbed him by the back of his neck, raised herself
up and threw him down on his back. She placed one foot on each side of his
head. She got down on her knees and sat squarely down on Nny's face.
"Let's put that tongue of yours to a better use, asshole."
Slowly, unsure of what he
was doing, Nny began to lick Devi, slowly, over and over again. Tracing over her lower lips, pushing deeper and deeper inside her.
The more he explored her with his mouth, the more used to her taste he became,
until he found himself licking her walls with a determination to taste her for
as long as he could. Every so often he would find one little spot inside of her
that would have her make small little gasping sounds. He decided he liked
hearing those.
After a while, Devi
grabbed the back of his head and redirected him to another spot, higher on her
mound. Her fingers parted some of her folds, and her other hand rammed Johnny
into the thick of it. He did as he did before, trying to figure out her landscape,
but when he came across a small patch that made her gasp louder than she had
before, he was curious. He went back over that area, and over and over and over
it, and the more he did the louder she would gasp. He started working it faster
ad faster, until he finally bit down on the most sensitive part of the
landscape and began sucking on it. Devi went nuts...
He held on tight with his
teeth, but Devi kept pushing her hips into him as they thrust violently. It
went on for sometime, but when she finally stopped, Nny realized she was...
leaking. He supposed it was natural, so he went back to cleaning her off,
savoring her taste as he went.
"Stop..." Devi
weakly told him, "I said, STOP!" he did and she got back up to her
knees, wobbling and moved away from his face. She was smiling.
As Devi fought to stay
upright, even on her knees, she focused on Johnny. He was staring at her,
curiosity, anger and hunger fighting in his eyes. His tongue ran endlessly back
and forth over his lips, enjoying her taste, trying to define it. She was
surprised to find herself mimicking him
Well, he was polite so far
in the game. Why not be equally courteous?
Devi slid her hips down
Johnny's long, thin frame. Johnny looked like he wanted to speak, but he said
nothing.
"Good boy," Devi
said, noticing the expectant look on Johnny's face. "Keep that mouth shut
and just enjoy it."
She slid further down his
frame, and placed her fingers lightly on his rigid member.
His inexperienced shaft
had already quietly hardened under the festivities, and as Devi's fingers began
lightly stoking it, she felt it start to get harder and harder, rapidly rising
under her fingers. She gently encircled his shaft with her palm and began
stroking it back and forth. Electricity suddenly shot up Johnny's spine and he
cried out as he jerked violently, leaving the ground for a moment.
"Easy there,
tiger." Devi said, easing off slightly, but maintaining a firm grip.
"You could hurt yourself...that's MY job."
Johnny tried backing up
against the pole, but Devi jerked him back into position.
"OW!"
"Didn't I tell you to
stay still?" she asked him.
"But... it's going to
hurt?" he asked, worried.
Devi gave and evil little smirk. "You tell me..." she said, and began
stroking him even more intensely than before.
He started again, but
another sensation quickly took over. It didn't hurt, but he felt sensitive,
aching. And it was far from unpleasant. He began to relax under Devi's
attention, trying to understand what he was feeling when Devi twisted the skin suddenly, and pleasure and pain suddenly hit him at the same
time.
"AHH!" he cried.
"Ooo...our
little homicidal maniac is a closet masochist..."
"But...I... what did
you...ohhh.." Johnny
tried, as Devi began to massage his sack. "What are you... how.."
"I thought I told you
to stop talking..." Devi said looking down at Johnny's genitals as they
lay exposed in her hands. She grinned sadistically.
Johnny shut up
immediately.
"Good boy." she
told him, going back to stroking him, "I don't know why I keep telling you
the rules. You never listen as soon as you get excited about something else I'm
going to do, you pipe up, trying to get back into the routine of running at the
mouth."
"Ohh...ooohhhhhh....Devi..." Johnny said as his hips started
to buck.
Devi felt the build up in
her hands. Oh no you don't, she thought.
She quickly wrapped her
thumb and forefinger around his shaft just below the head and squeezed.
"Breathe." she ordered.
Johnny did so, fast and
hard gulping in as much air as he could force into his lungs.
"Slowly. Relax...as much as you can,
anyway."
Johnny tried, and after a
moment, was breathing normally.
"What... what did you
do?" he asked when he could finally speak
Devi sighed. "You
know for a guy with no friends, you talk entirely too much. But I'll indulge
you...this time. I kept you from finishing too soon."
"W-" Nny
started, but stopped, and bit his lip.
"And they say
negative reinforcement doesn't work." Devi said, still idly stroking him.
Johnny let his head back
and let his breaths start coming in slow, shallow breaths. He stopped abruptly,
and looked up at Devi. After a minute or so she started to creep out, and
snapped out a short, "What?"
Johnny was still silent.
Devi sighed in annoyance.
"You can talk. One sentence, but you can talk."
Johnny thought carefully
for a moment, then asked, "Are you going to...
you know... before you let me go?"
Devi smiled sadistically.
"Who said I was going to let you go?" she asked.
Johnny really started to
look scared.
"Hmmm...maybe I'll take you home. Lock you in the closet. Keep you
as my own personal fucktoy."
Johnny looked like he
didn't know if he should look scared or consider it. Devi grabbed his balls and
squeezed sharply. "That wasn't an offer. Or should I just leave you
here?"
"AaaaaaahhhHHHHHHHHH!" Johnny cried, the one twist of
Devi’s hands sending him over the edge. Gasping he spewed his essence out all
over himself and Devi's hands. One globule landed on her cheek. She glanced
down at it, then at her hands. She frowned and looked up at Johnny, blue murder
in her eyes.
Johnny swallowed and
fought from apologizing incessantly.
"NOW look at the mess
you made." Devi said. "I SHOULD leave you here... I still might. She
sat up next to Johnny and held her hand out. "Lick it up."
Johnny shook his head,
fear in his eyes. Devi's frown deepened.
"Either you clean it
up, Johnny, or I am going to take that knife and make sure you NEVER make a
mess like this again."
Johnny abruptly moved to
do so without further question. It tasted metallic salty, and odd, but he
cleaned it off Devi's hand, even going so far as to suck each of her fingers
clean.
"Mmm...
tell me, Johnny boy," Devi said. "How did you get so good with that
mouth of yours when you've obviously never done this before?"
Johnny timidly shrugged
and wend back to finish sucking on her pointer finger.
"That's enough."
she said.
Johnny backed off
immediately. Devi wiped the remnants of Johnny's enthusiasm off her face.
"Hmmmm... what should I do to you now?"
Johnny pitifully jangled
his cuffs, with a hopeful look on his face.
Devi quirked an eyebrow.
"Why do you look like a kid on Christmas morning?"
Johnny got a slightly more
solemn look on his face, and went back to jingling the cuffs.
Devi had to smile.
"Nice try, but if you don't know how to get out of those things, I don't
have a clue in hell."
Johnny looked ticked off.
"What, you thought I
was going to help you? Have you been paying attention to any of this?"
Devi asked.
Johnny looked quite angry
and, without warning, used the one leg that was close enough throw a wild kick,
aimed for Devi's general midsection.
Devi's hand shot up and
caught his foot.
"Now, you're pissing
me off..."
Johnny's other leg went
directly for her knee.
Devi's leg flew up and
back down, pinning his foot between her knees.
"Okay, pal," she
said through clenched teeth. "I WAS just going to fuck you and be done
with it, but NOW you've PISSED...ME...OFF!"
Johnny grinned, and using
as much strength as he could in his skinny little body yanked every muscle back
into the pole. Devi, still holding onto his feet was pulled with them, and she
suddenly found Johnny's legs crushing her rib cage.
"You don't learn many
tricks in this business." Johnny's voice rasped out, "But you do
learn a few."
"Oh CUTE..."
Devi gasped, before bringing her knee straight up into his testicles.
Johnny grimaced, but held
on, and began to slowly close his legs tighter and tighter around Devi. Devi
felt herself beginning to black out. Better take care of this.
"I once killed a goth kid dressed as the Crow like this." Johnny was
saying "Only it was with my arms. So many of those little fucks... Anyway... you're either going to help me get out of
this, or you finish what you started. Or... well, I think you can figure that
out..."
Devi smiled. "Aren't
we presumptuous?" She reached around Johnny's hip, and shoved three
fingers directly into his anus.
Johnny's eyes turned sizes
Devi had never quite seen before... unfortunately, to his credit, he still had
her trapped. For the moment.
That was when she used
those fingers to pinch him...HARD.
Johnny's entire body shook
violently and he yelped at the top of his lungs. "What the FUCK are you
doing?" he asked several octaves higher, shaking his body back and forth,
trying to dislodge her fingers.
"Let go and I'll
stop." She said, pinching again.
"NAGGH!... hhh...hhh...
If I let go, you'll kick my ass... or worse..."he pointed out.
She pinched him once more,
harder this time. "Well, you forgot who's in charge here. But I will promise
not to kick your ass, fair?"
"How do I know you'll
keep that promise?" Johnny asked doubtful.
She pinched him again.
"You don't. You're just gonna have to trust me
aren't you?
Johnny finally let go.
Devi stepped back into the shadows of the alley.
"Devi?" Johnny
asked, frightened.
"I'm still
here." Devi said, coming back out of the shadows with the second pair of
handcuffs.
Before Johnny knew what
was happening, she had flipped him onto his stomach and cuffed his ankles.
"AGGH!!!!"
She smacked the back of
his head. "Shut up! I'm getting sick of--" she trailed off, got off
of him, then returned, gagging him with a strip of the remnants of his shirt.
Behind the gag Johnny was
plotting a rather grisly murder even by his standards.
"You know, Johnny,
once upon a time," Devi signed, looking down at his fuming, beaten form,
"I really did like you. Often, at night, I had lovely little thoughts
about you and me and what we could have done together."
Johnny blinked.
She picked up one of the
knives and a strip of cloth. "I wanted you, Johnny. Badly.
I was ecstatic when you asked me out. I was literally walking on clouds. But
then..." she sighed, wrapping the cloth around the blade of the knife.
"Then you had to go and try to kill me, just like I'm sure you're planning
to kill me now."
Johnny shrugged. Fair
enough observation... But why hadn’t she told him about that when they first
went out?... and what exactly was she doing?
"Now," Devi
said, taking hold of the knife by the cloth covered blade. "Now, I see you
for what you are. A sadistic, cowardly little shit. Nothing
more. Well, if I'm gonna die anyway, Johnny,
I'm going to have some fun before I go. And that includes taking my
vengeance..."
She propped Johnny up on
his knees, and he frowned, perplexed.
"...out on YOUR
ASS!" Devi finished shrieking before she jammed the hilt of the knife into
Johnny's sphincter.
Johnny gritted his teeth
while Devi jammed his knife handle back and forth, destroying him insides and
sending stabbing pain through his hips and up his spine. He wouldn't budge...
he wouldn't... She was trying to destroy him.. and doing a very good job at it, but he wouldn't show the
pain, the overwhelming pain...
...and then, she grasped
his penis again and began stroking it in time with her thrusts...
Johnny almost passed
out... he had never felt like this. He was still getting ripped up, his body
being tested to the limits, but the sensations Devi was creating by just
stroking him... was she trying to fuck him or kill him?
"Yeah...take
it..."Devi said through clenched teeth, and it seemed a little breathless. "That's right...take it...take it you fucking
bitch..."
Johnny shook his head as
hard as he could, but that only seemed to keep Devi going. And without warning
his body gave in and he came hard, fast. He realized, distantly, that he was
rocking into the knife hilt. The orgasm drains off slowly, and as it did,
Johnny started loosing consciousness. As he nodded off, Devi sharply jammed
hilt in as far as it could go. Johnny yelped out in pain, wide awake.
"Don't even THINK
about passing out now, bitch." Devi said. She removed the knife and tossed
it aside. Johnny managed enough energy to get a weak growl out, but he was
hurting badly. Exhausted, frightened, bruised, he would have killed to just
have Devi off him and leave his corpse in the alleyway. Maybe if he asked
nicely...
She flipped him onto his
back and stood above him. She was flushed and breathing heavily.
"Now," she said,
"By my count you've gotten off twice. You owe me, my little fucktoy. I expect at least two more orgasms, and if you
come before I get both of them, you're really gonna
get it." To emphasize the point, she picked up the knife, and unwrapped the blade. "Get it?"
Johnny let his head rock
back "Rmmph ree"
he muttered.
"Oh,
sorry."
She leaned down and yanked down the gag. "What was that?"
"Kill me."
Johnny whispered, "You've stretched me to the limit. There's no more I
could do. It's well within your rights, for all that is chewable kill
me..."
She stepped on his knee,
putting all her weight on it. "Kill you? KILL YOU?! Do you think I'm
REALLY going to let you off THAT easy?!"
"It was worth a
try." he told her, "But I won't make you do anything else to
me."
She grabbed him by his
hair and yanked him into a sitting position.
"YOU RUINED MY LIFE!
I've lived like a hermit for the last year, I cut up my hands, lost a prominent
job, and damn near my sanity, plus I found out that I am one of the most fucked
up individuals on the whole dilated planet! All because of you! And the one
time that I venture out and hope to find a guy to help scratch my itch, YOU
show up and kill him! YOU OWE ME, GOD DAMN IT! And I intend to collect in
full!" With that, she shoved the gag back in his mouth, straddled his
hips, and guided him into her.
Johnny's eyes widened, but
only for a brief second before his body gently began to rock into Devi's. He
tried to avoid the pocket of pain entrenched in him body but after a few
strokes he realized it was futile and began pumping Devi ferociously.
She felt him move,
snarled, and slapped him across the face. "Don't...fucking...move. And
don't cop a fucking attitude with me, pal. I'm NOT impressed."
Johnny growled softly, but
lay still.
Devi kept rocking, feeling
him inside her. God, this was good...no, it was fucking INCREDIBLE.
She had done it with guys
she thought she loved before, and that may have loved her at the time. But the hate...
The hate made it
EXQUISITE.
She felt in control. For
the first time since she could remember, she was in charge. And she was going
to make him pay.
Pay for all the fear, all
the degradation, all the shit.
Pay and pay and pay
andpayandpayandpaypaypaypayPAYPAYPAYPAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY....
Devi swallowed as the
aftershocks began to ebb. She looked down at Johnny, who was wide eyed and
sweating.
Johnny was feeling his
heart beat on every pressure point on his body. He couldn't remember any time
he had felt like this... well, outside of killing someone. He was still
hurting, but another deeper part of him had taken over. Despite what she had
done to him, despite what she was going to do to him, he had to have Devi. He
had to have her now. The sight and feeling of her exploding around him, made
him completely mad. Nothing else mattered. He had to have Devi.
As she began to blink back
into reality, he began to slowly, gently, rock into her.
"Dammit... what are
you doing?" she asked, weak.
"Mrp
ehp hyh.."
he started.
"Hold on.." she removed the gag again. "What?"
"I owe you two."
he told her.
"...Anxious, aren't
we?" she asked
"I still owe you.
Please... let me try?" Johnny asked Devi
"'Please?'" Devi said, "Did you actually
say "'please?'"
Johnny shrugged.
"First time for everything, isn't it?" he asked, making slow little
circles inside her, "And here I thought you wanted me to be
polite..."
Devi "mmm"-ed as little waves of
pleasure shot through her. "Damn...if I didn't know better...all right,
but make it good."
Johnny nodded and started
to move in long, slow, deep thrusts. He followed the wants of his body and of
what he knew of Devi's, making sure of each stroke... slowly working his way
towards his own release..
Devi inhaled slowly.
"Mmmmm..."
Johnny licked his lips and
looked over Devi's naked form, watching her body respond to him. It was almost
as pleasurable as the sensations their coupling had caused. This must be what
time travel must be like, this purposeful locomotion going no where... His body
controlled him just as Devi did, and he was just along for the ride. It was a
small release, not fighting for control... he wished he could touch her... participate... move his legs again... he was getting closer
and closer...
Devi rocked back and forth
in time with Johnny's thrusts. God, it was incredible. The sick little fuck was
a natural. She raked her nails down his chest and reveled in the gasps he made.
She wanted more. More feeling. More contact, but his hands were still cuffed
and she had no clue how to loosen them. But...
Oh, it was so close now...
he couldn't stop himself but he had too... had to... he wanted it so badly...
he started breathing heavily, trying to think of anything but the reality of
Devi and him fucking each other senseless... Devi... Oh Devi...
Suddenly he became aware
of the scent of her skin closer to her. He opened his eyes to see her leaning
down, stretching slightly. Her breasts were hanging in his face.
"Kiss them." She
whispered.
Johnny latched onto Devi's
skin like a hungry wolverine on a meat delivery man. He let his lips and tongue
travel over the landscape before coming across some odd kind of... oh... He
took one her nipples in his mouth and began sucking on it hungrily...
"Ahhhh!" Devi cried. "Yes...yes..." The contact caused
her to begin thrusting her own hips, faster and faster, pounding down onto
Johnny.
"Oh...oh, Devi...I--I
feel--" he gasped.
"Yes...yes,
Nny!" she cried into his ear, grabbing his shoulders, holding him close.
"I'm… I'm gonna..."
"YES!" Devi
screamed "Come! COME IN ME! COME, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO! NOW!"
"AHHHHHHH,
DEVVVVVIIIIIIII!!!!"
"NNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
The world went white.
As Nny finally regained
the use of his eyes, he saw Devi getting dressed and gathering up her things.
"What the fook are you doing?" he asked
her.
Devi finished buttoning
her jeans and shrugged on Johnny's trench coat. "Going
home."
"What? Now? And what are you doing with my clothes?" he asked,
getting annoyed.
She glared at him.
"You're copping an attitude with me again. I wasn't kidding around when I
said it didn't impress me."
Johnny sighed. "Mmm… But could you at least leave me my clothes for the
walk home? My arms are tired, and I don't want to kill anyone who doesn't
deserve it."
"You won't be able to
anyway." Devi said, slinging her purse onto her shoulder. "I dumped
all your shit into the back of a pickup that stopped outside the alley while
you were asleep. And as for your clothes...I keep getting the strange feeling
that you think I LIKE you or something."
"Well... er... yes... and no... I guess..." Johnny stammered.
He still liked Devi. It was one of the reasons why he had been stalking her for
as long as he had. And he had assumed that this little incident had at least
cleared the slate between them. It looked like he assumed wrong... "What I
mean is... er..."
"Look, dipshit," she said, looking down at him, "I
realize you view reality through your own distorted filter, but what just
happened could legally be construed as rape. Me, I see it as payback for you
killing the guy I originally planned to ride into the ground tonight." She
knelt down next to him. "And if I catch you anywhere near me again, I'll
go to the cops and hand you over to them. And if you talk about this, and I do
end up going to jail, I'll do it with a smile on my face. One night of wild sex
doesn't erase a year of psychological scarring, Johnny."
"What makes you think
either of us are going to jail?" Nny asked,
"We're being protected and harassed by forces so powerful, they've allowed
a moderate police force and who knows how many bystanders tonight, to just look
the other way. The scarring I can understand enough to be sorry about causing,
but the sex? You said it yourself. Payback."
"Oh, I'm just telling
you in case you get any ideas further on down the road. We're both in the shit
now, Johnny. So the best thing for both of us is for you to stay the hell away
from me." She got up and turned to leave. "Let me put it in terms of
one syllable," she said, looking back over her shoulder, "I HATE
you."
"Look... I'm sorry.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry." the said, looking at his exposed feet,
"For what it's worth, I really thought we had a chance in the beginning.
And I fucked it up. I know it. But I don't know how to fix it now! And if THIS
didn't work, I don't know what will! DAMMIT! What do I have to do Dev? Really?!"
Devi sighed and turned
back around, her hands in the pockets of his trench coat. "How can you be
so damn stupid? You CAN'T fix it. You blew it when you pulled the knife on me
back at your place. I don't give a shit if you were being manipulated by those…
things. I fought back against mine. You had a choice. You didn't take it."
"I never knew I HAD a
choice!" Nny protested, "They… erased things for me... Even with the
killings, my life was better... I didn't SEE a downside until I tried to kill
you! And by then it was too late.."
"You’re confusing me
with someone who gives a shit, Johnny," She knelt down next to him.
"I USED you tonight Johnny C. Do you understand me? This doesn't change
anything. Come near me and so help me God, I will kill you or find some way to
get you out of my life for good."
"What makes you think
you'll be able to? You defeated your demons... but after a year I'm still here.
What makes you think I'll leave?" he asked angrily.
Devi said nothing, but
reached back into her backpack and pulled out the screws. She giggled them
meaningfully around in her palm. "A lot changes in a year, Johnny. And
after Sickness, I'm sure a pathetic little shit like you won't be much of a
problem. I may not be as crazy as you, but I may just be crazy enough. Consider
this a friendly warning."
With that, she pulled the
brick out of the other pocket and smacked Johnny upside the head with it.
"What do you mean, '
I just left him'?!" Tenna asked as Devi fixed
herself a cup of tea.
"What do you mean,
'what do you mean'? I left him exhausted, defeated and helpless after I raped
him within an inch of life. I left him in the alley I defiled him in, cuffed to
a pipe and as naked as the day he was born. I thought you got that in the main
thrust of the story." Devi told her, tucking the rest of Johnny's clothes
under her arm.
"First off, don't say
'thrust' to me, right after telling me all that. Please. And second, why did
you steal his clothes?" Tenna asked.
Devi absently tugged on
the collar of her new trench coat, remembering the way Nny had looked when the
realization of what she was about to do dawned to him. "I suppose...
because they fit me." She said, softly smiling.
Tenna rolled her eyes, and began talking
to the ceiling. "All right Devi. I give up. Do whatever you want. Rape all
the psycho boyfriends you want in public places and steal from the deranged. At
least you're getting out more. Just leave me out of it."
"Deal." Devi told her, going back to her
nice, sadistic daydreams. She sighed happily. "I think I'm going into the
studio. I've suddenly got the urge to paint."
Tenna muttered something under her
breath about Devi's urges that Devi was able to graciously ignore as she
floated into the other room.
The first knock came
around
"Shit, it's just the
TV.." she told herself, and thumbed the power
button off. But as soon as the room went black, the knocking at the door came
again.
Tenna stumbled through the dark and
opened the door, and peered out blearily. "Whozzat?"
Johnny swallowed. "I…
I'd like to talk to Devi please."
Tenna looked him up and down. Huh. Too
skinny for her tastes, but then nobody could be that skinny in real life. This
had to be a dream. "Sure, her room's the second on the right. Just keep it
quiet hacking her head off, okay? I need to go to work early tomorrow."
"Thank you."
Johnny said, starting across the living room, an odd little smile on his face.
Devi was having a wonderful
dream, one with happy elves and flying... course, there had been a river of
blood coursing through the heart of the dream world, but Devi just took this as
natural. She had been really annoyed when her body had started protesting of
the cold and slowly pulled her out of the dream... if she found the covers
quickly, she could fly around the rubber squeaky mountain one more time.
"Good morning" a
voice somewhere whispered.
Her eyes snapped open.
"Oh FUCK," she whispered.
"Yup." Johnny grinned, "The perfect
word choice too. Did you sleep well?" he asked as he rubbed something cold
lightly against her thigh.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF
MY ROOM!" Devi screamed.
"Well, I suppose
that's fair." he said, sarcasm weighing down every word, "And since
you ARE the big, bad, insanity-being destroying girl that you are, it would
probably help drive things home for me if you threw me out, wouldn't it?"
Devi tried to sit up so
she could give him the ass-kicking he so richly deserved, but found that she
was handcuffed to the bed frame at her wrists and ankles.
She also realized that she
was naked.
"What the FUCK do you
want, Johnny?" She hissed through clenched teeth.
"Just
to prove a point.
And since you are so TIRED of the sound of my voice, I decided it would be best
if I SHOWED you how serious I am. Do I have your attention?"
Devi nodded, more pissed
than frightened. "Full and undivided."
"Good," Johnny
said, running the blunt flat plane of the knife he had pressed into Devi's skin
lightly up and down her thigh. "I wanted to prove to you what horrible
things can happen if you aren't more aware. I wasn't aware that you were going
to beat me unconscious and leave me in an alleyway today. So I let my guard
down. And we both know where that went... And now I give you the same lesson.
Stalking at a distance is one thing, but it can be quite another thing when
your... ‘Tormenter’... doesn't even leave you alone in your own home... behind
closed doors... a bit disturbing isn't it?"
"No more disturbing
than having a tormentor in your head." Devi told him.
"Perhaps... but even
then, even with those things, there are 'rules' as to how to proceed. Maps of conquest, rights and wrongs of warfare. Tonight you
showed me that I can trust no one... not even you." Johnny told her, coldly.
His eyes trying to burn out the back of her skull, "There are no more
rules. And I will make you pay for what you did to me tonight. No matter how
many people I have to kill, no matter how I have to 'distort' reality... I will
see you as frightened and desperate as I was in that alleyway today. Do you
understand?"
"Oh
yeah."
Devi nodded, "But, good luck trying, asshole."
"You think I can't do
it?" he asked, angrily, "You think, at your 'accelerated' level, you
are impervious to pain? Fright?" he began pressing the blade of the knife
increasingly harder into Devi's skin. "You think your supreme grip on all
mighty reality is going to protect you? The tighter the screws Devi, the more
cracks. And I can see the cracks right now... you're hiding behind a mask, even
now. Pretending what I say is cute and something that can be easily
sidestepped? You think I can't make you feel? You taught me how to feel
tonight... you taught me much more than that.."
Devi bit her lip as the
edge of the blade bit into the flesh of her thigh. "Oh, I know that,
Johnny. I know all too well what you can do. But you don't frighten me. I've
gone through fear and out the other side. So just try it. Anything you do to
me, I'll bring right back to you. I'm not afraid of you."
"You will be."
Johnny said. He paused for a moment. "You know, I really should thank you.
Not for everything you did to me tonight, obviously, but for the last few
minutes we were together. I was so afraid to touch a human being before this..."
Johnny straddled Devi's body and leaned close into her face, "I... I don't
know if I feared that being an asshole was a social disease or my own fright.
And now that I've been forced to feel, I'm starting to understand what feelings
I like.. fear... anger...
lust... It’s funny. By trying to destroy me, you gave me another weapon against
you. I'm not afraid to touch you anymore. I'm not afraid to 'rape' you myself.
And it's a weapon I intend to use as often as I can..." he let his fingers
lightly trace over Devi's white skin, following her rib cage up and up...
Devi shuddered
involuntarily. Whether it was from fear, disgust, or desire, she had no idea.
Johnny's fingers worked their way up Devi's trunk, and settled into wrapping
around her neck. "... and from what I've seen
tonight, it looks like I'll be well matched..." Johnny dipped his head
down to Devi's mouth, his hands holding her head in place...
Devi felt his tongue slide
into her mouth seeking out her own. For a brief moment she considered biting
it, but decided against it. Not while she had no other means to defend herself.
The kiss deepened, and
Johnny's hands wandered away from Devi's neck... tracing their way back down
her chest. And Devi suddenly felt the revulsion return... and with it, the
thrill she felt back in the alley. She HATED him. Hated him with every fiber of
her being... but she wanted him as well. But not like this. Not after the
alley.
She shifted her weight and
bucked her entire body, smacking her forehead against Johnny's own.
Johnny smacked her across
the face without any hesitation.
Devi turned back, a sneer
curling her lip, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "I always
knew you had that in you."
"Ditto." Johnny told her, mimicking her
expression and running one hand over the cheek that was still red from the many
times she had slapped him. He leaned in close to Devi’s definite expression.
"Do you know how long I had been holding out pitiful, silly hope that
there could be some kind of reconciliation between us? That we could finally
talk like human begins again? Can you even begin to understand my pure pulsing
anger when I realized tonight I was wrong?"
"Let me guess."
Devi smart mouthed back in a normal tone, "Could it have been anything
like the way I felt when you pulled that knife on me? A
shattering of perceptions? The realization that the nice person you
thought you were with was a cold hearted evil sadistic fuck?"
Nny looked shocked and sad
for a moment, but pulled himself together. "I'm sure you can understand
that feeling every day. Or does your definition of nice include mindless
fucking of civilians and rape of the people who frighten you?" he asked
coldly.
"… Once upon a
time," Devi said, quietly, "it referred to quiet intellectual film
and book lovers who had interesting things to talk about. Now, I don't think I
even know what 'nice' is anymore. I know I'm sure as hell not it." Devi
said, quietly.
Johnny signed, "I
know the feeling. But there's no way around it now. It's to the death. I wish I
could have gone back and stopped myself... but you'd have just found out
someway else..."
"If you plan on
raping me, Johnny," Devi interrupted, "I can tell you that all it's
going to do is piss me off."
Johnny grinned. "Oh dear. I wouldn't want THAT would I? HELP, I've made
the Great Devi mad!" he said, going back to softly caressing her skin,
"Now, why would I want to do a thing like that?"
"Because it would be
more fun...and more effective if you got me when I wasn't expecting it. Face
it, Johnny, this set up...the handcuffs, my bedroom...from a purely astethic sense, it's got no style." Devi pointed out.
"Perhaps... but are
you that sure? Or are you just reassuring yourself it can't happen?"
Johnny asked.
He bent down to kiss Devi
on the cheek, but she turned away and scrunched up her face. But the kiss
didn't come. She opened her eyes and saw him outlined in the light of the
hallway.
"Have fun trying to
get out of the cuffs." he whispered as he shut the door.
Devi seethed and twisted
in the dark as she tried to figure out how to get out of the cuffs. She was
pissed, creeping out and...
...horny.
She didn't know what it
was, but she was unbearably turned on.
"And that could just
make this whole sick situation even better, couldn't it?" she thought. She
smirked. So, little ol' Johnny wanted to make sex
games a part of this, eh? Well, she had plenty more experience than he did. A
slow evil smirk drifted across her face.
"Bring it on."
In the dark recesses of
Devi's mind, a small sightless, deformed doll woke up. It tilted it's head quizzically. It didn't know why it had awakened.
Until it
felt something.
Something it hadn't felt since before it incarnated as the doll.
THEM.
For the first time in
centuries, Sickness was afraid...