The freedom was overwhelming. Nny's hands gripped the steering wheel of his dad's car, setting out along the highway. He was heading back to California, for a reason that had deserted him just now.. But he would think of it soon enough.
'sure you will, Nny. Just drive. Don't think.'
He was happy to have the car. The happiness clashed with a deep sadness which was coming from somewhere, a feeling of regret and a horrible amount of guilt. Nny wondered if maybe he had stolen the car from his dad, but he didn't think that was it. There would be fear if he had stolen it. A lot of fear. But he didn't feel any fear. Just joy, and the deep sadness.
'why am I so sad? What happened?'
'don't worry, Nny. It will all be fine. There's a place for you to go, you know.'
'where?'
'you'll find it.'
'I don't know where to look.'
'I will show you.'
Eff was a nice thing to have around, Nny thought. He looked next to him a the plain doughboy which sat on the seat next to his. He couldn't remember exactly when it had become a thing instead of a voice, but he didn't think it was important for him to know.
'I want something to drink. You want anything?'
'No, Nny. Don't get out of the car. Keep driving, we'll get to home fast enough.'
'Why can't I get out?'
'You know why Nny. If you do, they'll know. They'll know what you've done.'
'Done? I didn't do anything.'
'is that so? I beg to differ. Look there.'
Johnny looked around, not seeing anything… and then his eyes strayed to the backseat. On one of the seats were two blood-stained knives.
'oh my god…'
He saw his father, looking at him from dead eyes. His father turned into the boy from the blue car, who turned into his mother. They stared at him with their changing eyes, each seeming to smile. '
we got you Nny,' they said, 'we got you and boy are you in trouble now. You think you got us you're wrong…'
Johnny saw himself killing them again, he wasn't filled with horror as he would expect, he was filled with a sense of cunning. They had thought they were better than him, he had shown them.
'everyone thinks their better than you, Nny. You have to show them all.'
'not everyone. My friends…'
But he could no longer remember any of them any except one person…
'Abbey! She's gonna be freaked! She'll know it was me, she'll tell…'
'no she won't. She was going to, Nny. But you showed her, too. You showed them ALL.'
'I did…'
Nny realized he was drifting off the road.
Later that night, actually it was more like morning, Nny arrived at his new home. It was small and kind of decrepit. He walked it the front door, looking to drop into sleep, immediately. He had been walking the last mile. He had been hitching the last four states, after having dumped the car so he wouldn't be followed. Eff assured him that being caught wasn't a problem at all, but he wasn't keen on believing the little statue just yet.
He dumped the knives, which were wrapped in fabric to avoid freaking out any of the people was hitching with, and Eff on the floor, and staggered to the end of the hall, where he assumed his bedroom would be. That's where it had always been, the end of the hall.
And he was right.
He dropped into bed to sleep… And regretted it.
He dreamed of monsters and evil creatures which cackled at him, telling him what a loser he was. He dreamed he killed them all, and their blood drained into the yaw of a bottomless monster.
He killed all night, because every time he stopped, something would begin to crawl out of the blackness. Like some fucked-up version of the itsy bitsy spider, he needed blood to wash that thing down the spout again.
He awoke in a cold sweat, to find Eff was in his room.
'we've things to do, Nny.'
'what?'
'I've a friend for you to meet.'
Johnny followed Eff's instructions, eventually finding a stairway in the living room. He climbed down the steep wooden steps, navigating his way through a labyrinth of passages, eventually coming to a plain room. Plain except for one wall which seemed to be sagging outwards. As Nny watched, transfixed, it THUMPED, as though a large weight had hit it from the inside.
'what the…'
He remembered his dream, and stared at the wall again. A hairline crack appeared.
'quick, Nny you need the blood. It'll get out otherwise, Nny.'
'I don't want to kill anymore…'
'that's too bad, Johnny boy. Look at it this way. It either the few who... er… donate their blood, or the population of the universe.'
'I guess if you put it that way…' 'Good boy. Come on, we have work to do.'
THE END
I was gonna put in why he wore black a lot, it's just cuz blood stains every other color. (don't ask why I know this…)
Anyway, I might take a while to get any other ficcage up cuz I'm reworking my entire website. That could take a short while…